Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

Aaron put his arm around Joan's shoulder and said with a smile, "Now that things have come to this, you won't tell me not to go, will you?"

"Don't die." Joan of Arc looked up at Aaron. "I still have so much to say to my teacher, and so many things I haven't done with him. You must come back alive. That's my only wish."

Aaron gazed tenderly at Joan of Arc: "I promised you, when have I ever broken my promise to you?"

The two embraced again, this time longer and more intense than ever before. After a long while, Joan's body stopped trembling, and the two parted. Aaron no longer lingered and turned to rush to the battlefield. Joan watched Aaron's back until his figure completely disappeared, then she silently turned away.

“We’re all ready. How are we going to stop the fire? Should we split up and search?” Cirio slung his backpack over his shoulder and came to Joan of Arc’s side.

“We can’t find all the heavenly fires, but we can find their source and cut off the danger at the source.” Joan of Arc looked in the direction of the palace.

Those who remained were all taken aback, but the members of the gang had already stood beside Joan of Arc. They were clearly prepared, fully armed, and obviously knew what kind of battle they were about to fight.

Their target was the king.

*

The clatter of hooves echoed forward as Aaron, one hand on the reins, galloped wildly through the deserted streets. He stared ahead, head held high, as if leading a vast army, even though he was all alone.

Going to a meeting alone has always been in line with his aesthetic sense.

When Aaron arrived at the city wall, he found that the people gathered at the foot of the wall had disappeared, and the city gate was slowly closing, indicating that they had already left the city.

"You're really impatient."

Aaron yanked on the reins and spurred his horse into a gallop. Before the city gates closed completely, the man and his horse rushed out of the city, where they were met by a thick fog.

When the warhorses stopped outside the city, Aaron saw a vast, hazy yellow landscape. All the trees and vegetation on the plains had been burned away, and as far as the eye could see, there was only a desolate yellow expanse. It seemed that even the huge sun was hidden under the yellow sand, and above the yellow sand, a thick fog was shrouded, making it impossible to distinguish the boundary between the sky and the earth.

This is a battlefield of doomsday, like Ragnarok in mythology, destined to change the course of the world.

Fortunately, he still had his comrades-in-arms on the battlefield, as well as the Obsidian Knights standing by his side.

"Aaron!"

Enzo, Charles, and Jasmine all looked at Aaron with surprise. Besides them, there were also Aaron's subordinates and a group of knights from the Order of the Black Knights. In this critical moment, almost all the Obsidian Knights had come to the battlefield. They truly lived up to their reputation as Obsidian Knights.

Enzo rode up to him and bumped him hard on the shoulder: "I thought you weren't coming."

Aaron didn't speak, but silently raised the epaulettes above his head, letting everyone see the badge in his hand.

"That is..." Everyone was stunned. They were very familiar with that symbol; it was the badge that only the captain of the Obsidian Knights could wear.

Aaron slowly pinned the symbol to his chest, then turned around so everyone could see it.

“Commander…” Jasmine said softly. They were close comrades-in-arms and already understood the meaning of that badge.

"I am Aaron Brando, the 24th Grand Master of the Obsidian Knights." Aaron looked around at the crowd, and everyone's eyes were drawn to him; everything was understood without words.

“I didn’t expect that she would still give you the position of team leader in the end,” Enzo said, but there was no jealousy in his eyes, but rather relief and admiration.

“Those who want to raise objections can still do so now; otherwise, it will be too late later,” Aaron said.

“No objections, after all, you’re the one who will lead us into battle,” Charles said. “When have I ever hesitated to entrust my life to you?”

“When have we ever been stingy with giving up our lives, giving up our backs? Don’t talk as if you’re the only one who does this.” Jasmine came to Aaron’s side.

“Since you’re the commander, you should lead the battle. After all, obeying the commander’s orders is the deputy commander’s duty,” Enzo said helplessly as he approached Aaron.

Silently feeling this trust, Aaron felt a little dazed. Was this feeling of being trusted the friendship between knights? He had originally intended to go alone, but this wasn't so bad.

"Oh right, isn't there a guy who's going to the battlefield with us? I remember he's in the suicide squad." Aaron suddenly looked around.

He was referring, of course, to the sole success story of the Catfish Project, the young man who was addicted to gambling.

“The suicide squad you mentioned was actually just him,” Enzo said. “I told him to get lost; he was just one person and he was no use anyway.”

"He's gone? Good, I also thought he was useless." Aaron steered the reins and looked towards the front lines of the battlefield.

"Hey! The Obsidian Knights must also follow orders!" someone shouted at them from elsewhere.

"Follow orders? But we Obsidian Knights are all uncooperative with you. Why don't we strike straight at the heart of the enemy?"

"You want to strike at the heart of the enemy?" the man exclaimed in surprise.

"Let them do what they want. After all, they've wanted to break away from the three major knightly orders for a long time," Akiel said calmly. No one noticed that a slight smile played on his lips before he spoke.

You finally came...

Aaron knew the meaning behind Akiel's smile, but he had no interest in speaking to His Highness the Knight King. That's how men are; they can risk their lives to fulfill or break their vows, but they can't be bothered to say another word.

They had no time to speak. The battlefield should have been chaotic and noisy, with the constant artillery fire on the plains enough to shatter ordinary eardrums. But since Aaron left the city, not only did the artillery fire stop, but the plains also became quiet. Even the wind disappeared, as if there was nothing in the vast fog. It was all just their illusion.

"Spirit of the Storm!" A knight behind them clenched his fists and unleashed his spiritual power.

A strong wind blew from behind them, dispersing the war fog several kilometers in front of them. In the thick fog, they saw several figures that looked like ancient war gods. Their figures stood tall and straight, walking towards them little by little.

"What is that?" someone asked.

“It seems to be a giant weapon researched by the Low Countries, what they commonly call a giant,” someone replied. “I didn’t expect them to actually bring giants to the battlefield, and it looks like these aren’t even their largest.”

Something else broke through the thick fog, but this time they saw no human figure, only two towering pillars.

They soon realized that those weren't cylinders, because the cylinders were moving! They were actually the legs of giants! There was a group of giants over seventy meters tall, who stirred up clouds as they advanced, looking down at them from their heights, and the whole earth resounded with deafening roars!

"Is this their ultimate weapon, the Colossus? They've kept it hidden until now before finally using it." Looking at the enormous creature that didn't seem man-made at all, fear appeared on people's faces.

"Do those Low Countries hate us that much? They even built this thing." Even now, Aaron still has the leisure to ask this.

“Not only do the Low Countries hate us, but I think Castleland hates us too.” Enzo looked up at the sky.

Castleland, a powerful land nation located in the western part of the continent, also has another name: the Dragon Kingdom!

A blurry black shadow pierced the thick fog and descended from the sky above them. Looking up, the shadow resembled a gigantic cross, and its arrival was as powerful as thunder descending from the heavens. It drew ever closer to the people on the ground, and they could hear its long roar more and more clearly. Then, terrifying flames descended from the sky, and the dragon spread its jet-black wings, spewing divinely punishing fire upon the Lucerne allied forces on the ground! In an instant, flames engulfed everything, and even the air seemed to burn!

Looking again at the place where the giant had just appeared, new shadows appeared. Their figures were comparable to the giants, and when their huge dragon wings spread, they were like a curtain that covered the sky. When they broke through the fog, they saw the giant dragon roaring between heaven and earth!

In the world where Aaron lived in his previous life, dragons were symbols of power and mythical creatures. In this world, dragons hold an equally important position.

They are also legendary creatures. In the human classification of spirit beasts, they are not even considered spirit beasts, because researchers in all the extraordinary worlds have unanimously separated dragons from spirit beasts and created a separate family called the Dragon Family. In the whole world, only Castleland is known as the Dragon Kingdom. It has signed a contract with the dragon race, making these advanced civilized beings, who stand at the top of all spirit beasts, fight for them.

Throughout history, all dragon slayers have left behind a glorious reputation, because dragons have been like the ultimate weapon of various countries, capable of turning the tide of war with their very appearance. There are many wars that have been turned around by a terrifying dragon, and there are also many empires that have been destroyed by a dragon.

Now, several dragon shadows have appeared in front of them, and with those circling overhead, Castleland has prepared at least a dozen dragons for this war.

This is a terrifying fighting force capable of destroying an ancient empire a dozen times over, and this is just one of the many weapons they have prepared for Lucert. There is no doubt that they came here to destroy Lucert.

If that giant dragon were to reach the Lussetian army, it would be tantamount to annihilation for them.

“Charles, Gaitan, Lambert, Bruno,” Aaron called out the names of the four people.

These men were all elites of the Obsidian Knights and trusted subordinates of Aaron. Once they had all gathered around him, Aaron looked in the direction of the dragon and spurred his horse forward, shouting, "Charge with me!"

"Yes." The four mounted their warhorses and surrounded Aaron in a wing-like formation.

The warhorses ridden by the Lucerne were no ordinary warhorses either; their bloodline was considered noble among spirit beasts, and they were fearless even when facing dragons, fighting alongside their masters.

Aaron gripped the Black Abyss in his right hand. At first, there was only the light sound of hooves, and people could only see four riders rushing out from Lusset's army. Their figures were quickly swallowed up by the thick fog.

But as they broke through layer after layer of thick fog, they did not slow down. They even quickened their pace, the four riders galloping wildly across the plains, and people were astonished to discover that their target was not the army, but that colossal dragon that stood tall and imposing!

Every dragon slayer leaves a glorious mark on history, and seeing their charging figures reminds many of this saying.

Chapter 103

"Four people aren't enough..."

"I'll give you three hundred men!"

"You lead three hundred men in the charge! Everything depends on you! You must stop the dragon! Otherwise, we will all die! Go now!"

Aaron rode his warhorse, his pupils reflecting a blazing light.

Above his head, an ancient dragon danced and swirled in the sky, its jet-black wings obscuring the entire horizon, and divine flames of punishment descended from the depths of the sky.

The pillar of dragon flames destroyed everything on the ground as soon as it landed. The explosive flames surged up like waves crashing on the shore, rising continuously like fiery tornadoes. Charred human figures were blown away by the shockwaves, and warhorses were instantly burned to ashes. Fiery tornadoes continued to rise from the ground, and the dragon flames in the sky instantly destroyed Lusette's formation.

Aaron led four men in a charge, only to be met with the most terrifying resistance from the enemy. Shadows from the depths of the clouds followed them relentlessly, dragons roared behind them, and flames descended from the sky, blocking their path. They finally managed to break free from the flames, only to find countless allied forces from the seven nations waiting for them ahead.

Then the words Aaron had heard at the beginning echoed in my mind.

In the rush, Aaron didn't even have time to see who was speaking. Perhaps it was the captain or vice-captain of a knightly order. As soon as the man finished speaking, flames shot into the sky, separating the two forever. The knights who received the order rushed to his side through the smoke.

Aaron had no time to think. He led the charge once again, this time with a full three hundred men behind him.

When Aaron charged forward, he didn't even have time to glance at the knights following behind him. He could only tell from their uniforms that there were people from the three major knightly orders, as well as many Lucerne soldiers. Their differences in status disappeared at this moment; they were all soldiers charging alongside Aaron.

Despite seeing Aaron engulfed in dragonfire, despite seeing the surging waves of soldiers ahead, despite knowing this was the most dangerous mission, these three hundred men still resolutely came to Aaron's side. Aaron had no idea what they were thinking, nor did he know their names, but at this moment, they were all heroes.

Aaron knew why he had been chosen to perform the most important task.

The Seven Nations Alliance clearly conducted the most thorough research before attacking Lusset. This research was so thorough that it even went so far as to study every high-ranking member of the Knights Order, every general in the Knights Order, and all the high-ranking superhumans in Lusset.

That's why they were soon caught in a fierce battle, because the Seven Kingdoms Alliance had arranged suitable opponents for each general and suitable obstacles for each knightly order. This was a war that had never been fought before or since, and only an army that had integrated the military strength of the seven kingdoms could do this.

Another tactic they employ is to use Mutalisks and Titans to compress their living space, much like playing a game of chess where they relentlessly press forward and shrink their territory.

The dragons spewed fire from the sky, destroying positions and creating chaos, preventing the Lucerne army from organizing an effective counterattack. Then, the giants and dragons advanced from afar, constantly compressing the Lucerne soldiers' living space on the battlefield. When the giants in the distance and the dragons in the sky met, and they were in the same sky, the Lucerne army on the chessboard would be "exhausted," and they would have destroyed the Lucerne army.

The Colossus is now steadily advancing in the distance, with dark clouds swirling overhead. The game is proceeding according to the Seven Nations Alliance's plan, and someone is needed as a variable to disrupt their arrangements. Aaron is to be that variable.

Therefore, he must charge forward, he must advance. His mission is to rush to the dragon and open that last breath for the Lusset army. If they can open that breath, they will live; if they cannot, they will die.

Therefore, these soldiers resolutely followed Aaron, willing to become flames to break the blockade of the anti-Lucet alliance.

Many years later, Aaron would still remember this scene.

He was twenty-four years old that year.

He led three hundred men in a charge on the plains.

They were like a sharp sword, piercing deep into the heart of the Seven Nations Alliance; as they caused the giants to bleed, they themselves also bled.

Thousands upon thousands of arrows and flames rained down from the sky, and thousands upon thousands of soldiers tried to stop them. Knights were constantly struck and fell from their horses, and soldiers were constantly stopped, but the remaining men pressed on relentlessly, cutting through the skin of the seven-nation coalition.

Now, the blade that sliced ​​through the giant is stained with blood.

But Aaron remained patient.

He pressed down on his left hand, on his longsword, and even though the sword was humming, he endured it, letting the knight beside him cut through the obstacles in front of him.

Finally, they broke through the thick fog and saw the towering dragon ahead.

The knights suddenly froze.

The dragon stood on the earth, surrounded by thousands of bolts of lightning. Terrifying arcs of electricity and storms intertwined around it, forming a domain around it.