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

He fought his way back from the rear, and even he was covered in wounds and looked exhausted. Logically speaking, it was not worth it for him to use his strength to save the lives of these soldiers, or even just to let them live a little longer. He should have used his strength for something more worthwhile. But he just couldn't bear to watch those people being killed.

The more he saw the situation on the battlefield, the sadder he became, because he realized that he could not save anyone in the end. Even though he had killed all the dragons and giants that had compressed their living space, the strength of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance was still greater than theirs. Yes, even the most powerful country in the world would be at a disadvantage when faced with the siege of powerful countries on half the continent.

But what saddened him most was seeing the Lucerne army at a disadvantage. What saddened him was seeing Lucerne people dying one after another, some of whom he didn't know, and some of whom he did.

He saw Jasmine. A few years ago, Jasmine was just a chattering girl who liked him. She claimed to be a genius girl who joined the Obsidian Knights based on her outstanding grades, and always had a smug expression on her face. She was always "unafraid of power" in front of Aaron, and her youthful invincibility made her seem like a girl who never grew up.

Although Aaron sometimes found her noisy, he now desperately wanted to see the smug look on her face.

He saw brilliant bursts of blood erupt from Jasmine's body during the battle, when a superhuman from an enemy nation ruthlessly plunged his claws into her flesh.

The girl paused for a moment, seemingly not quite understanding what was happening. The next instant, she opened her mouth and bit down hard on the superhuman's neck.

This was her last stand. Even with only her teeth still able to move, she would bite her opponent. She was not the girl Aaron thought she was, who would never grow up. She was an excellent Obsidian Knight.

Not far from Jasmine was Enzo. Although he was the vice-commander of the Obsidian Knights, Enzo was a carefree and irresponsible person. He usually gave the impression of being weak from overworking. However, on the battlefield, he displayed terrifying combat power. For a long time, he was the one who held up a battlefield. People were amazed and said that he was indeed worthy of being the vice-commander of the Obsidian Knights. His strength was indeed formidable.

Enzo was like a fiercely burning match, which, when lit, seemed to illuminate the entire sky.

But by now, Enzo's body was riddled with wounds. Aaron remembered how he always complained to Enzo that he was always using the excuse of being too busy with work to avoid training, and that he would suffer a great loss in the future. Enzo would roll his eyes and retort that if he was already so tired from work, he might as well die.

At this point, the fatigue from lack of training finally showed. Enzo's explosive power was strong, but he seemed to weaken afterward. Considering his usual carefree and two-faced personality, this seemed to fit his fate. However, when he realized that he could not leave, he actually decided to hold off the enemy on the battlefield alone and let everyone else get lost. He still wanted to make a big splash before he died.

He wouldn't want Aaron to come and save him either, because this was the ending he had chosen; he wanted to die like a vice-commander of the Obsidian Knights.

Aaron wondered if it was just his imagination, but when he saw Enzo dying, he saw a hint of relief on his face. Was it because he was so tired? Now he could finally get a good night's sleep.

Aaron also saw Aurelion, the commander of the Blazing White Knights. At the start of the war, Aurelion soared into the sky to deal with the dragon circling above them. In the Lusset army, he was the most skilled aerial combatant, making him the perfect person to deal with the dragon.

However, the Seven Nations Alliance had clearly made ample preparations before the war began. They had anticipated that Aurelion would be the one to deal with the dragons, so they made special preparations for him, like setting a trap and waiting for him to take the bait.

But as expected of the leader of the Blazing White Knights, even when faced with an ambush by the enemy, he still managed to complete his mission and kill all the dragons circling above them.

But after killing the last dragon, people saw a tattered dark gold robe fluttering in the air, falling from a height of ten thousand meters along with the dragon's corpse, creating a huge crater on the ground like a meteorite. The person wearing dark gold armor was buried deep in the mud, seemingly dead or alive, and Aaron could only feel the faint beating of his heart.

Then there's Sivan. Actually, Aaron never liked this prince, thinking he was too arrogant and always flaunted his identity as an all-knowing knight. But at the end of his life, he put his chivalry into practice, charging into the enemy ranks alone, living up to his status as a prince of the Kingdom of Lusset.

Having witnessed too much death, Aaron felt his heart had become numb, and he could no longer feel anything.

Until today, he had always disliked these self-proclaimed noble knights, but in fact they also had their merits. They all genuinely believed in what they believed in, and they would do their best to protect what they were meant to protect, and they would even risk their lives to do so. Aaron had no right to laugh at them.

Aaron slowly turned around and looked in another direction in the distance. It was a battlefield that had been divided up, and it was also the battlefield that would determine the outcome of the entire Asgard War.

Akil had been forced to the very center of the battlefield, surrounded by the swords of conquest, light, war, sea god, and the lowlands—swords from various nations.

Faced with the rumored King of Knights, the various nations had clearly reached a consensus before the war: to kill him at all costs.

Therefore, from the very beginning of the war, Akiel was besieged by sword-level experts from various countries. Each of them was the strongest in their respective country, a battle-hardened "sword," yet they showed no shame in besieging the Knight King.

The purpose of the Seven Nations Alliance's siege of the Knight King was to win the war. They believed that as long as the Knight King was killed, Esgard would be within their grasp. Therefore, they spared no expense, sending five "swords" to besiege the Knight King.

For these "swords," killing the Knight King has a different meaning.

As everyone knows, whoever kills the King of Knights will become the new King of Knights!

These swords from various countries are usually the strongest in their respective countries from a young age. However, they can call themselves swords, but they cannot call themselves the king of knights. There can be many sword-level experts, and each country can have its own sword, but there can only be one king of knights. And the king of knights in this generation is the all-knowing sword, Akil Spange!

One can imagine how noble Aguirre's status was. He was not only the first in Lusset, but he also stood above all the knights, the only king sitting on the throne. They would have been forced to grovel at the feet of this knight king for their entire lives, but now heaven had given them the opportunity to kill this knight king who had reached the end of his life!

They were very grateful that the seven kingdoms were willing to form an alliance to start this war; otherwise, they would never have had such an opportunity in their lives. At the same time, they had already agreed before the war that whoever among them killed Agil would be the new Knight King!

For these sword-ranked experts, they often obtain what they want very early in their lives. They are extremely proud people, and there are few things in the world that can arouse their interest, but only the throne of the Knight King, that supreme glory, can ignite their fighting spirit.

What's more, the one sitting on the throne of the Knight King is someone who once trampled them underfoot, which makes them feel even more excited. Their blood, which hadn't flowed for a long time, is now boiling again because of the great achievement of killing the Knight King.

Because this is a battle between the strongest on the continent, the battle on this battlefield is also the most intense. A single sword light that escapes from this battlefield is enough to destroy half of the battlefield. Others can only feel that the battlefield is constantly stirring up crazy spiritual energy turbulence.

The five sword-level experts and the Knight King engaged in a life-or-death battle from the very beginning. Their battle was earth-shattering. They flew rapidly into the sky and then plummeted from tens of thousands of meters in the air, causing the entire battlefield to shake violently. Explosions and storms constantly erupted at the center of the battlefield. Their battle seemed capable of shattering the sun, moon, and stars, and was simply beyond the reach of ordinary people.

But what surprised everyone the most was Akiel. Despite being surrounded by five sword-class warriors, Akiel lived up to his name as the King of Knights. At first, he adopted a full-scale offensive stance, and for a considerable period of time, he single-handedly suppressed all five of them! The Sword of Conquest, the Sword of Light, the Sword of War, the Sword of the Sea God, and the Sword of the Lowlands were all submerged under his sword light.

For a moment, they even felt that even if all five of them attacked together, they might not be able to defeat him. That man truly lived up to the name of the Knight King, and his strength far surpassed theirs. Any one of them would be no match for him in a one-on-one fight.

However, they were attacking in a siege, and they were the strongest on the entire continent. They quickly found a way to deal with the Knight King. The Knight King was facing an attack from five people. Although he unleashed his power from the beginning and suppressed the five people, there is a limit to how much he could unleash. As the battle was dragged out, the Knight King's terrifying power eventually began to show signs of fatigue.

At their level, even the Knight King couldn't kill them quickly if they didn't want to die. As Lusset suffered repeated defeats on the main battlefield, Agil became distracted, and these five sword-level experts finally got their chance. They gradually forced the Knight King to the very center of the battlefield.

Five sword-level experts surrounded him, hunting down the knight king who had nowhere to retreat.

Chapter 107 Aaron Brando

The Knight King was at his wit's end, and they were finally about to witness that great moment. Even these powerful figures couldn't help but get excited.

But they were not anxious. Even a knight king in dire straits was in great danger. None of them wanted to be the one to sacrifice themselves for others. Therefore, they all acted very cautiously. As a result, a magical scene appeared on the battlefield. They had surrounded the knight king in the center, but they only surrounded him without attacking. It was like a hunter hunting a lion, waiting for it to lose too much blood or become weak before rushing in and killing it.

Is this the fate of the legendary Knight King? It confirms what someone once said: Knight Kings rarely meet a good end.

But they didn't see anything wrong with it. Just as the Seven Kingdoms Alliance was the one who controlled the future, Lucret would eventually leave the stage of history, and when a new King of Knights was born, the old King of Knights would also leave the stage of history.

The manpower and financial resources they invested in this war were unparalleled in any previous war. Although the Seven Nations suffered heavy losses in this war—they risked almost everything—once they had completely occupied Lusset, they could make up for their losses by dividing Lusset’s territory and property. As for what would happen to the people of Lusset then, let’s just consider it a small growing pain in the great history.

For this great moment, the Knight King of the old era must die.

Akil suddenly looked up at the five people, his eyes full of majesty, showing no signs of fatigue, as if he had just been resting. The five people felt a chill in their hearts. The next moment, Akil pounced on them like a lion, his body bursting with terrifying power.

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"Hahaha! I almost died! That was close! That was close! But now even the King of Knights is no use!" The Sword of Victory spat out a mouthful of blood. Despite his serious injuries, he couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight of the King of Knights.

“If you only wanted to kill one or two of us, you’ve succeeded, but you’re too greedy!” Lowland Sword said with a sinister grin.

They had almost been pulled into the water by the injured lion, but now there was no need to worry. Although they were all injured, the lion was really dying.

Akil stood in the very center of them, his armor stained crimson with blood. Some of it was the blood of his enemies, while some had seeped from his armor; it was impossible to imagine the extent of his wounds.

Strangely, even though he was on the verge of death, his eyes remained clear and calm, as if the disadvantage was not his but that of the five people opposite him.

He looked at them coldly and said indifferently:

“If all of you were willing to die to kill me, four of you would die and there would be one winner. But none of you were willing to sacrifice yourselves, which is why this is the result.”

"Oh? Aren't we all alive now? Isn't it you who's going to die?" The Sword of the Lowlands looked down at the Knight King and said, "An old relic like you should obediently retire from the stage of history with Lucette and make way for the younger generation!"

"First, Lucret will not disappear from the stage of history. Second, you have misunderstood something from the very beginning. Even if you kill me, you will not become the King of Knights." Akiel spat out a mouthful of blood and looked into the eyes of the five men.

“You are a pack of wolves, yet you try to become lions by ganging up on them. But wolves can never become lions, no matter how fiercely they howl. You are fundamentally different from me.”

"Still consider yourself a high and mighty knight king?" The Lowland Sword opened its arms.

"Who can save you now? Your country is being destroyed! Your city is wailing. After we kill you, we'll kill the others! Just watch yourself be destroyed and imagine the end of your country!"

Akiel was clearly looking at the Lowland Sword, but his eyes seemed to ignore him, instead staring blankly behind the Lowland Sword. Everyone was watching him warily; the power the Knight King had just unleashed had already made them feel threatened, and they didn't want to repeat the same mistake.

Perhaps their attention was completely drawn to the Knight King, or perhaps the man was too well hidden, but they did not notice that their surroundings were unusually quiet. All the soldiers belonging to the Seven Kingdoms Alliance had been silently killed, and a dark figure had silently appeared behind them.

Just a few steps away from entering his attack range, Aaron stood in a position just out of the sight of the Omniscient Sword, slowly placing his finger to his lips and gesturing for silence. He only needed to be patient a little longer, just a little longer, and he would be able to fight alongside him.

The Omniscient Sword smiled silently and gently shook its head.

The next moment, he seemed to have gone mad, raised the holy sword in his hand, and suddenly charged towards the Lowland Sword!

Everyone thought this was his last-ditch effort. The five people reacted quickly and formed a circle to attack him. The All-Knowing Sword was facing five swords alone. He was trapped in the encirclement. Even though he suddenly unleashed a terrifying burst of power and his powerful strength even briefly suppressed them, he could not avoid being attacked from both sides.

As the All-Knowing Sword launched its powerful and sweeping attacks, a huge opening appeared in his body. Five sharp swords pierced into his body at the same time. The five men were excited. They had finally witnessed that historic moment. The Knight King's reign was finally coming to an end!

But when they plunged their swords into the Knight King's body, they found that he didn't bleed much at all. In fact, the Knight King had already bled out. So what was the source of his terrifying power? What had sustained him until now?

Perhaps it was a final burst of energy before death, for the Knight King was still alive. His eyes remained clear, even sparkling with excitement. He raised the holy sword in his hand: "Let me show you the true corona."

The scene that had unfolded in front of the Esgard Cathedral that day repeated itself: a white orb of light flickered on the hilt of the Knight King's Holy Sword. The orb was initially only the size of an egg, but it instantly covered the Knight King's body and the swords that were attacking him.

Before the swordsmen could even pull their weapons from the Knight King's body, they were covered by a huge sphere of light, which then enveloped the entire battlefield. The Knight King's dying breath was accompanied by an intense burst of light that blinded them. The swordsmen all assumed a tense defensive stance, none daring to underestimate the Knight King's last stand.

But they soon discovered that the Knight King's final outburst was merely an intense burst of light; this light had no real power, only obscuring their vision and the battlefield, and nothing more.

Was the Knight King truly insane? Was his dying move merely this weak? Yet, the clear look in his eyes before his death suggested otherwise. The swordsmen were utterly baffled.

A black figure appeared between them. Unlike the Knight King, his figure was completely black. They had just experienced the extreme light, and their eyes hadn't even reacted yet. They only felt that their vision was instantly covered by darkness, forming a strong contrast with the light just now.

"It's you!" The Sword of Conquest suddenly widened its eyes, but it only had time to say those words before giving them no time to think. A terrible storm erupted among them, and they felt as if there were storms and people all around them. Countless longswords whistled as they came toward them.

As expected of the strongest warriors from their respective nations, they immediately launched a counterattack, but they were already a step too late. The time the Knight King had bought with his life was wasted. The Knight King would actually sacrifice his own life to buy time for someone else? Who was that person? Who was worthy of the Knight King risking his life for them?

They soon found out the answer. A dark figure flashed past them like a ghost. Because it was only a momentary battle, his twin blades swept an arc between them. This swing actually knocked away the five strongest people in the world, creating space for him to move around in the middle.

But he had no intention of leaving the arc. Why? An ordinary knight who found such a good opportunity should immediately leave their encirclement. Even if he succeeded in his surprise attack, being trapped in their encirclement would inevitably leave him vulnerable to attacks from both sides and put him at a disadvantage, unless he wanted to... unless he wanted to kill them all in a one-on-five fight!

But this was something even the King of Knights couldn't accomplish; they were the sharpest swords of their respective nations! They were the world's strongest beings, having just killed the King of Knights! How dare this person do such a thing! The arrogance he displayed even surpassed that of the five of them, even that of the King of Knights! Who exactly is he?!

They quickly realized that he was relying on being one step ahead of them. He was relying on the moment that the Knight King had bought for him, and he was going to take advantage of the gap when they hadn't reacted. He had suppressed them for a moment, and they would be suppressed for the rest of the time. If they made a mistake, they would make a mistake every step afterward.

They quickly understood why he dared to do this, because in just a moment, when the demonic black shadow danced among them, they felt his shadow was everywhere, they felt the flashing of blades everywhere, and in an instant, they felt as if they had fallen into hell.

With a "snap," the greatsword split in two, the black longsword slicing the weapon of the Lowland Sword in two. Then, another slash came, sparking dazzling sparks against the armor of the Conqueror's Sword and the Victory Sword. At first, it was just dazzling sparks, but soon the sparks turned into brilliant bloodstains, because the demonic figure was too close to them, too fast, and too powerful, and had directly pierced through their armor.

Who exactly is this person? Besides the King of Knights, how can there be another figure like this in Lucretia? And he's even more terrifying than the King of Knights to the swordsmen? How could there possibly be such a person in Lucretia! Do they have two Kings of Knights?!

It wasn't until the occasional flash of light that people could see his face clearly.

"It's you!" All the swords were suddenly startled.

They suddenly remembered a sentence that the Sword of Conquest had said to the other swords before the battle.

“We need to be extra careful about one person,” Conqueror’s Sword said expressionlessly, pointing to the Lucert superhuman file on the table.

"Who? We've already marked all the powerful superhumans in Lucretia and developed targeted plans for them. There shouldn't be any omissions," said the Sword of Victory.

"Aaron Brando, we need to pay extra attention to him. Let's raise his rank by one level, from A-rank to S-rank?"

“Aaron Brando?” The Sword of the Sea God frowned, pointing to the name on the report. “Isn’t he just the third seat of the Obsidian Knights? In our intelligence, the Obsidian Knights are the weakest of the three major knight orders, and he’s only the third seat in the Obsidian Knights. If we raise him to S-rank, his rank will be higher than the vice-captain, putting him on par with the other captains. Our resources are limited; we’re already stretched thin using them to target the other captains and vice-captains. We can’t muster any new combat power.”

"A few years ago, our Griffin Legion from Chernog ventured deep into Lusset to complete an important mission. For that mission, we deployed almost all of our elite troops, but in the end we failed. The entire Griffin Legion was wiped out. According to our information, it was one person who destroyed the Griffin Legion, and that person's name was Aaron Brando."

On that day, the Sword of Conquest reminded all the swords. The Sword of Conquest was by nature cautious, and ever since the Lusset incident, he had been paying special attention to the third seat of the Obsidian Knights.

In the end, he did not convince the other swords, because if they were to raise Aaron's danger level, they would need to mobilize more combat power. However, they could not mobilize any more combat power at this point. The only solution was to have one of the five swords besieging the Knight King target Aaron. But they felt that this was unnecessary. They firmly believed that as long as they killed the Knight King, they would win.

"It's that guy!" All the swords roared, but it was too late. He had almost single-handedly inflicted severe injuries on all of them. At that moment, they realized that this guy might be even stronger than the Knight King! What a joke! How could there be two monsters like that?!

Seeing that they were about to be defeated, they immediately united and decided to launch another attack to kill him just as they had killed the Knight King.

His speed must have a limit. The moment he slows down, they'll swarm him! They're going to kill him today, no matter who he is!

Aaron's speed did indeed begin to wane, which was inevitable—no matter how fast he started, he was facing an attack from five people, and his speed would eventually come to a standstill.

But there was no sign of panic on his face. His gaze was even calmer than that of the Knight King. His speed did indeed slow down, but he was not flustered. Instead, he was leisurely and methodical, as if everything was under his control.