Chapter 392: Scene 114 Final Battle (2) (1st update, exhausted and begging for subscriptions and recommendations)
“Medisha.” Brand gestured to the Silver Elf girl beside him.
The princess of the Hayalan Empire raised the winged silver helmet with both hands, and after firmly securing it, she mounted her horse. She lowered the face guard that covered the upper half of her face with one hand and answered crisply, “Present!” Her white chain armor gloves ‘cracked’ as they gripped the silver lance, the tip pointing towards the sky. The half-visible lips under the mask tightened into a cherry-colored gleam—the girl’s demeanor suddenly turned solemn. The source of this content ɪs N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
The unicorn stomped its hoof, also covered in armor. The Silver Elf’s chain armor was intricately and finely crafted, providing incredible protection against slashing and piercing. Over it, a snow-white cloak with the Lily emblem of the Elf Empire was draped. Medisha was the same, dressed in white, with silver armor shining beneath her cloak, looking like a Holy White Knight from a myth walking out of a painting, transforming from fantasy to reality before everyone’s eyes.
The girl nodded. The unicorn began to accelerate under her seat, trotting around ruins past a broken wall and emerging onto an open road. This was the sacred road used by Silver Elves in ancient times to perform rituals, where noble priests would walk with Elf monks, carrying the Holy Relics of Elf Goddess Shaye. Hundreds of years had passed, and although grass had grown over the white stones that once paved the road as history silently settled over these ruins, the girl knight swiftly moved across the surface, like the cavalry of ancient elf festivals, conveying the will of the goddess with a solemn and low voice—
Conrad’s eyes narrowed far behind the Lizardmen. He turned around and grabbed Yohkel by the collar, roaring, “You idiot, what have you done! That’s a Silver Elf! Hayalan’s Silver Elf! How did you provoke them?”
Yohkel was also startled. He had been coveting the King’s Grave of Silver Elves for years, initially being very cautious, fearing the day those legendary elves who dared to charge against the Dark Legion’s tens of thousands of phalanx singing the Holy Song might come. But as days passed with nothing happening, it seemed like the hidden Silver Elves truly honored their promise to not reappear on the continent. This Lizardman leader even suspected whether that proud race had gone extinct for unknown reasons.
The so-called great escape might have been just a lie.
But just as he was beginning to relax, gaining more courage as days went by, and approaching the King’s Grave of elves, the Silver Elves appeared again. Although Yohkel’s vision wasn’t as sharp as Gold Level Conrad, the white helmets and silver armor, the artistic war skirts of armor leaves, all crafted so beautifully it seemed like a work of art. No one else on the Vornede Continent had such flamboyant warriors as the Silver Elves.
He gasped in cold air as Conrad grabbed him by the collar and shouted, “Donald, young, young man—that… that—look over there!”
Conrad turned his head—
He saw Brand and Qian appear to the left and right, spreading out like two flames, one silver and one red. The two flames paused briefly and then shot into the battlefield at a speed almost impossible to catch. By the time Conrad refocused, a silver longsword and a red lance had already taken up two flying Lizardmen heads. “Damn…” Conrad dropped Yohkel. His sharp eyes could tell that Medisha and Qian were both stronger than him, and the young man, though only Silver First Rank, was not an easy adversary. Though he didn’t know where these powerful enemies came from, he recognized the red-haired ponytail girl with piercing eyes—he personally killed Qian that night. Though later a Dark Priest forcibly resurrected her with Divine Blood, wasn’t she supposed to become a Divine Envoy?
But at this moment Conrad exhaled deeply, his demeanor becoming calm. At least he had determined that the incompetent Black Fire Sect Priest was likely doomed, and only uncertainties were worthy of fear.