Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

And there were roars coming from not far away.

"Finally here? I almost couldn't hold on. Paladins are damn strong." A furious voice appeared beside Lyle.

"Shut up, you stupid monkey! We're about to win!"

"What are you being so stubborn about, you iron turtle? If it weren't for my troops, your defenders would definitely be wiped out!"

Irene, along with Lyle and the members of Twilight Memories, arrived beside the two kings.

"Lyle, everyone in Twilight Memories is a friend. We'll help our friends; there's no need to ask or rush us. But your eagerness is really amusing. Do you like these two countries?"

It turns out that Irene's so-called grand event was actually to help the two countries.

The kings of Twilight Memories smiled.

"We are monarchs of a fallen kingdom."

"We are forgotten in history. Or erased into nothingness."

"Being forgotten and rotting in memory is probably our only destiny."

"All we have left are beautiful memories of the past, memories from the twilight."

"We are the forgotten kings."

"But if someone dares to erase our true love, along with our last beautiful memories."

“Then we will crush our own remnants and turn our anger into your fear.”

"Feel the power of this forgotten last king."

"Feel, forget the wrath of the kings."

Chapter 354 The Dark Slayer

"Warriors, I bestow upon you the final glory of Fedu!"

"In the name of Koamod's twilight, I exchange my lingering echo for your hope!"

"I offer you the gentle breeze of Boyo meditation, to fight for the future."

Broken strands of royal power descended upon the defenders and ghost hunters like a shower of flowers and stars.

The power of humanity's departed kings, the lingering legacy of their kingly ways, strengthens the armies of the two kings. A mighty army of kings.

Blood boiled, fighting spirit soared. The defender knight roared, gazing at the impending doom before him.

The flames seemed to fall from heaven, the scorching heat that destroyed the world accompanied by meteorites, carrying an unparalleled impact that blocked their path.

As the scorching fireball grew larger and larger before them, even though their faces were already covered by layers of rock, they could still feel the heat. The air began to burn and blur, forming a deadly wasteland in front of the defender knight, like hell itself.

Faced with this scene, Benjamin, the leader of the Knights, roared in anger.

"Purgatory ahead! Defenders! Charge!"

Like a moth drawn to a flame, after Benjamin's figure was engulfed by the flames, the Defender Knight unleashed his heroic spirit.

"For Derya! For our homeland!"

"charge!"

Perhaps, miracles truly exist in this world. The defenders shattered the flames and charged towards the Judgement Legion, whose faces were beginning to show surprise.

This is absolutely a completely new experience for the Inquisitor Legion. As an army of the Holy Light, they usually unleash their slaughter after layer upon layer of Holy Light's blessing, leaving the enemy astonished.

Who would have thought the situation would turn around?

Looking at the guardians adorned with blessings no less powerful than their own, and even those buffs being stronger, it became clear that the Derian knights, who could normally take on ten men single-handedly, were now capable of contending with the warriors of the Holy Light.

Algernon withdrew his smile; the situation no longer allowed them to be careless.

"Slayer of Darkness, give it your all."

Within the Legion of Judges, a dozen beams of holy light connected in the sky to form a net, their light reversing to create a dark, weeping angel that emitted a mournful wail.

"Dark Slayer, Rank 6, Black Prison".

A dark shadow enveloped the entire legion, and twisted demonic figures emerged from the ground, roaring as they pounced on the King's Legion.

Like the Firebringers to the Guardians, the Dark Slayers are the high-ranking paladin form of the Inquisitors. The Inquisitor Legion neither prays nor accepts the blessings of the Light's children; they wander the borders of the Light, spending all their time destroying its enemies. They have encountered the deepest darkness, and their once pure power has been corrupted.

They accepted the corruption of power, as long as it could uphold their own sense of justice.

The Dark Slayer devours the remnants of former enemies, seizing their abilities to exact revenge. With the help of the leader of the Judges, the Fire Angel, the Dark Slayer has created a prison, the Black Prison, within its own shadow.

Evil will become our strength, and the remnants of defeat will serve their destroyers.

The monster horde that had once been annihilated by the Knights of Judgment became the new enemy of the two armies. Moreover, the Dark Slayer released these monsters, thus freeing himself in the process.

"Their strength requires skill; don't try to copy it!"

The front-row Inquisitor Knights twisted their bodies, growing beast-like fur, scales, and tough skin, and began adding holy light shields and various elemental enchantments to their forms. The back-row Inquisitors had transformed into turret mages, unleashing a rain of elemental spells.

If the abilities of the Guardian Legion Commander and the Purification Grounds of the Firebringers are the power to seal the enemy, forcing them to confront the Guardian Legion, which possesses a collective consciousness, head-on...

The Dark Slayers, the legion commanders of the Judges, possess the power of the Black Prison, which does not seal the power of their enemies. Instead, they steal their enemies' power, mimic their abilities, and return them with even greater destructive force. The level of this replicated power is related to the Judge's own strength. For example, currently, with the Black Prison's enhancement, all Judges are at the fifth rank. To be an enemy of the Judges means to be an enemy of all their enemies. They possess dozens, even hundreds, of ways to eliminate their foes.

However, they also have weaknesses that cannot be optimized.

They are weak against those stronger than themselves. (What am I thinking? Isn't this obvious?)

Lyle stood on the hillside, watching the Defender Knights pass through that infernal land.

"It's so shocking! The knights charged forward, and they... they look completely unharmed! So powerful, the power of kings!"

Mr. Irian remained calm.

"It's not that they're strong, but that meteor shower was just an illusion. Paladins don't yet have the ability to cause natural disasters, at least not at the moment. They don't possess that level of magical power, nor are they rule-breakers..."

Irian didn't elaborate further, but smiled. "Those paladins created an illusion of invincibility, hoping to force the defender knights to retreat, however..."

"However, the Dereya are just as stubborn as our Mr. Reid."

"In other words, the Judges are worried about their attacks; they have already gained power that rivals the Holy Light."

"No, not yet, the judge hasn't really gotten serious yet..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Weeping Angel of the Black Prison appeared in Lyle's sight, followed by the fully revealed Dark Slayer Knight and the Holy Light Legion at full power.

Thanks to Nia's keen sense of magic, Lyle could easily sense that the Judgement Legion was significantly stronger than the Defenders, even though the Defenders had received the blessing of the kings and become the king's army.

"Don't worry, we have a backup plan."

Irene's gentle voice has a calming magic.

Lyle remembered. Mr. Irian had not yet bestowed the King's blessing.

"I do not possess the power of a king."

"But I have magic."

Lyle felt a slight pang of disappointment. Mr. Irian's magic was probably only meant to help. But what could a mage possibly do in a war between nations?

"Advanced Magic, Group Magic Armor".

"Advanced Magic, Group Mana Thorns".

Magic erupted right before Lyle's eyes, forming a dazzling wave of magic.

So strong!

Why is it that Mr. Reed and Mr. Eichel's use of force is still within the range that is acceptable to humans?

Mr. Irian, how can you be so strong?!

This oppressive feeling weighed on everyone; the battlefield boss had appeared—our side's boss.

This magical power seems to be only slightly weaker than the scholar teacher's. No, no, the scholar teacher has never fought seriously; his magical power must be much greater than this.

However, this overwhelmingly potent magical power seems to have shifted in balance again.

Even faster than the defender's sweeping tower shield were the judge knight's various magical attacks, which struck first despite being delayed.

Thunder, flames, ice spikes, rocks...

The blue mana shell covering the Defender Knight rippled, and then some Judges clutched their heads in pain.

"Mana Thorns is an advanced variant of the spell counterspell. It is triggered and reflects a strong mental shock back to the caster."

"A troublesome spell, a troublesome spell in every sense of the word."

As Mr. Irene leisurely explained, the charging wall of defender knights collided with the headache-ridden judge knights.

Chapter 355 The Aid of the Firefighters

The two armies clashed, the defenders' stone shields meeting the weapons of the front-line inquisitors in close combat, then exploding. Spears made of shattered rock spikes pierced through the gaps in the inquisitors' weapons and made contact with their bodies.

This is a technique that the Drea Knight spontaneously learned after being promoted to Defender. In the instant of impact, the corners of the tower shield shatter, and the powerful impact of the charge becomes a violent rock bomb.

The front row of judges was knocked down in an instant, and then trampled by a horde of defender knights.

Mr. Irian's magical assistance rendered the warriors of both nations almost immune to magic, while Deria's rock armor and the unpredictable Lewesser cannons and arrows put the Judgement Knights at a disadvantage.

However, the Judgement Knight's physical attributes were still too good. Years of combat experience allowed the Judgement Knight to instantly change his attack style, abandoning magical attacks and instead using divine magic to enhance his physical strike capabilities. His ability to escape into the shadows and use healing spells also allowed him to quickly turn the tide of battle.

The mage turrets were no longer effective, and those Judgment Knights who were once in the back row had become Warcraft Warriors who could withstand attacks and deal damage just like those in the front row, and they could even heal each other.

The defenders' fierce charge tore through their formation, only to find that in the chaos of battle, their individual strength was insufficient to inflict large-scale and effective casualties on the paladins. Their previously devastating charges had only scratched the surface, like a dull knife cutting flesh.

The defender knights' speed decreased, and so did their attack power. While their strong defenses allowed them to withstand the judges' attacks, a single knight was no match for them.

Engaging in chaotic battles is pointless. It would only give the Judges, whose formations have been torn apart, a chance to regroup.

Without hesitation, they left behind the corpses of dozens of Judgement Knights and once again distanced themselves from the Holy Light.

The only chance to win is to charge, charge, and charge again.

They repeatedly charged and tore at the Judges' formation, gradually eroding the army of Holy Light.

The charge, meant to decide the outcome of a battle, had become the only effective form of attack. While Deria and the Lewesser warriors marveled at the power of the Holy Light, they couldn't help but feel a secret sense of smug satisfaction.