Chapter 284 The blood of the God Ancestor is so suitable!

There were no unexpected situations in the attack on the Spiral Tower. There was no defense line manned even by the Great Knight. Even if they relied on the characteristics of the divine megastructure to resist stubbornly, they could only delay the defeat for a while.

The Black Knight chopped down the melons and vegetables along the way. No matter any ambush, trap or mechanism, it was useless in the face of absolute numbers.

But he stopped in front of the top floor. Although Kramer insulted him and made Uther very angry, he did not punish him personally.

So that no one would say that he is narrow-minded and intolerant.

Therefore, the battle to capture the last stronghold was handed over to the knights under his command. They had nothing to worry about and simply rushed forward to eliminate the remaining resistance.

Kramer was the first knight lord to be captured during the siege, and after the war, he was tortured the most severely.

Lafati grabbed the ungrateful bastard's head and pounded it on the ground repeatedly, each blow turning the head into a bloody mess.

"You're a fucking bastard! You're a fucking bastard! Are you still crazy? Are you still crazy? Who is the Broken Back Dog now?"

"Of course I'm talking about you! Why, that bastard Uther doesn't dare to confront me?!"

Kramer spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed.

"Shut up! Killing a piece of trash like you is not even worthy of dirtying Lord Uther's hands!"

Lafati slapped him, and a group of people rushed over with knives, chopping Kramer into pieces.

The Yonglan Knights seem to have a harmonious relationship at ordinary times, but once they enter a state of hostility, they would like to kill each other's entire family. If they really want to, then it's okay.

You have to know that the most ruthless people who kill Yonglan people are the Yonglan people.

When Uther took the time to come down from the spiral tower, the pilgrim army had already crossed the defense line one after another. Westhead sat on the back of a griffin named Death Claw, with bright armor and a heroic cloak.

But at this moment, Westhead stretched out an arm, and the wolf-eared girl with purple-black hair bit down on the man's forearm, her snow-white canine teeth tearing the muscle.

The hot blood dripped onto the griffin's back, causing the clever beast to tremble constantly, but it dared not move.

Is this activating [Blood of Yonglan]?

As a great knight, Uther certainly knew that the characteristic of the knight's path is that the more setbacks one encounters, the more courageous one becomes. One is actually the strongest when on the verge of death. Many knights would injure themselves before going into battle.

But when one reaches the legendary level, this is rarely done, as it seems a little too unconfident and has a very low tolerance for error.

"Don't worry, I'm just getting into the state early, just as a warm-up."

Westhead said with gritted teeth while applying a buff to himself.

The feeling of Mivana tearing flesh was still quite strong, especially the pain of sucking blood while tearing, which almost made Lord Qinghui awaken his special hobby.

What kind of play? So open and aboveboard? As expected of an imperial man with a dissolute nature.

Uther complained inwardly, expressionlessly using his magic to evaporate the blood on the jet-black armor, and then stepped forward and said:

"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

Westhead did not answer, but said meaningfully:
"There is one good thing about Yonglan people. They don't blindly believe in the authority of legends. They really oppose what they should oppose."

Uther said in a deep voice: "The winner is the king and the loser is the villain. That's what Yonglan is like. The winner is justice."

"Then let's just be the winners. What's the problem?"

Westhead laughed, waved the reins and said:

"Comrades, make a concerted effort to capture the Heart of Mist! End the battle before the Holy Day of Advent so that the boys can go back to celebrate the festival!"

The Holy Day of Coming is a celebration to commemorate the covenant between the Bright Holy Spirit and mortals. In the Qinghui Territory, its status is equivalent to the beginning of the year. Westhead said this to his fellow guards.

"Wan Sheng!"

"For the Lord!"

"March! March!"

The Qinghui guards immediately struck the snow with their long-handled weapons, cheered and chanted hymns, and began to move forward at a faster pace.

these guys
Uther felt the fluctuations emanating from the Qinghui Guards, which were somewhat similar to the path of knights, but not completely similar. They had the shadow of knights, the system of Holy Spirits, and their equipment was full of the style of the Sky Kingdom. However, one could tell from their aura that they were terribly strong.

This is the path created by Qinghui Public Office. It doesn't feel as good as it is, and it doesn't feel weaker than the Yonglan Knights. It's just that it's a little too stitched.

They were able to break through the first and second lines of defense, and the third and fourth lines were quickly pierced through by the powerful touring army.

This was not difficult. No one had ever expected to rely on these city defenses to stop the pilgrimage. Seeing that they could not stop the pace of the pilgrimage army, the opponents stationed in the defense line became anxious. Some followed behind the pilgrimage army and waited for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack; others simply walked out of the defense line and charged forward.

Every step forward the pilgrim army has to go through countless encounters.

The empty snowfields and rugged mountains before the capital of Yonglan had turned into battlefields everywhere. The knights who supported and opposed the pilgrimage were fighting each other like wild beasts.

Westhead did not care about these trivial disputes. His goal from beginning to end was to aim at the increasingly clear [Heart of Mist].

When Westhead finally took in the entirety of the God's megastructure, he could not help but exclaim:
"It's really spectacular. This is the wonder that the gods can create."

"I can't wait to become its owner, but it seems that everyone doesn't welcome me very much."

Lord Qinghui looked far into the distance and saw that in front of the outer city of Storm Heart, a large number of Yonglan knights had been arranged in a neat square formation. At the very front of the square formation stood a knight in light armor and cloth, leaning on a sword with his eyes closed, facing the thousands of troops on patrol alone.

"Sir Westhead, that is the great knight who made a pilgrimage to the Heart of Mist not long ago. Sir Sky-Clearing Sword is also a staunch supporter of the serfdom system."

Uther frowned and said to Westhead:

"Please be careful. [Sky Sword] is particularly good at high-speed combat. His movements are very fast and deadly. Although he is slightly inferior in other aspects, in terms of lethality, he is better than..."

"What? The Steel Guardian hasn't come out yet, but he's acting as a watchdog?"

Westhead interrupted Uther's explanation and chuckled:
"I've arrived here, but I haven't received the proper welcome and courtesy I deserve. This really makes me unhappy."

"It seems that the power I have demonstrated has not yet been recognized. It doesn't matter. It is the fault of the king if people doubt and hesitate. Then I will demonstrate it without reservation."

The Black Knight was surprised to feel Westhead's rising aura of terror. Along the way, the latter was bitten by Myvana, scalded by Resia, and he also bled the shadow creature in his arms to nourish him, constantly using his innate characteristics to stack up.

All the monkey tricks are over, now the suppressed [Cursed Blood] is released, and it has entered its complete form from the beginning.

He stepped on the snow, raised his head and exhaled a burning breath, and the next moment.
"boom--"

His figure disappeared after the burst of air waves. Westhead's body was as fast as light and fire, leaving a red trail in the low sky. Almost in an instant, he crossed a distance of several thousand meters and arrived in front of the [Sky-piercing Sword]. Then
Kick out.

"Um?!!"

The great knight, dressed like a sword saint, opened his eyes solemnly and quickly drew his sword to block.

"clang--"

The crisp sound and the spreading ripples swept across immediately, and dozens of the closest Yonglan Knights were blown away on the spot, thrown high up and then dropped like rag dolls.

The indestructible property of the Knight's silver sword allowed it to withstand the kick that split the mountain and cracked the earth, but this did not mean that the person holding the sword could also bear the shock and force transmitted. After struggling for a few seconds, cracks appeared on the Knight's arms and the silver sword fell out of his hand.

"Boom-"

As a result, his neck and chest were hit hard by the steel boots. Westhead slid on the ground stepping on the legendary knight named [Sword of the Sky] and suppressed the knight completely.

As the sliding distance increases, the potential energy not only does not weaken, but continues to exert magic power and force.

There were waves of loud roars like engines accelerating, and even ignited scorching trails wherever they passed.

It was not until he stopped at the edge of the cliff of the outer city of [Heart of Mist] that Westhead grasped the hilt of the sword with his backhand.

Just as he was about to fall, his movements stopped again.

Because the [Sword of the Sky] that was stepped on did not react at all, he fainted.

After confirming that the knight under his feet had really lost consciousness, Westhead was silent for a moment, then said with relief:
"It's actually a soldier."

The Yonglan knights around them could hardly hold back when they saw their lord being killed instantly, and they were stunned for a moment.

The terrifying devil-like guy covered his face and laughed. Wherever Westhead's eyes reached, Knight Yonglan didn't even dare to step forward and look at him.

The difference in numbers has never been so clear.

Westhead would not bother with these soldiers. He raised his weapon and pointed the bright red blade directly at the knight guards on the wall of [Heart of Storm].

"Let the Steel Guardian come over! I say, call out the Steel Guardian!!"

[Heart of the Storm] Inner city, deep in the Knight's Temple.

In the very center of this divine structure, several knights were standing on the steps. They seemed to have just completed some kind of ritual and were taking deep breaths to calm their breath.

"The king has already arrived at the gates of the city. It is really difficult for the opposition to stop them."

"There are still many great knights waiting and watching. They are waiting for the situation in [Heart of Mist] to be settled."

"No matter what, if the foreign leader wants to become the king of Commander Yonglan, we must test him."

"But Lord Qinghui is really too strong. I'm afraid we can't handle him with our strength alone."

The old knight Achsius, with his back straight and white beard and long robe, shook his head and said:
"What a shame. I am unable to pass the test with my own strength. I must rely on the blessing of the God Ancestor."

The other Steel Guardians were also similarly depressed and silent.

On the contrary, Mavis with her sky blue shoulder-length hair was smiling and looked quite happy.

She stroked her full and towering breasts with her white jade fingers, her pretty face flushed, and said:

"Everyone, there is no need to feel so guilty. The God Ancestor made such a move just to select the truly powerful kings. What we are practicing is the mission given by the God Ancestor."

"Accepting the blessing from the Gods to perform duties is an honor. How can it be a shame?"

"Crunch, crunch -"

As soon as Mephis finished speaking, the old mechanism finally started to work, and a secret passage appeared under the temple.

"Ha, let's go, let's not keep Lord Qinghui waiting too long."

The young knight girl entered first.

Several people walked in and came to a hidden hall under the temple.

In the center of the hall, there was a statue of a knight god standing in the center of the pool. At the tip of the long sword raised by the statue, there was a heart that was entangled in a storm and could not be looked at directly by mortals. Just by appearing in the field of vision, several Steel Guardians of the Grand Knight rank also felt a majestic sense of presence.

Waves of suffocation came like a tide.

And below that indescribable thing that cannot be looked at directly, flowing in the pool is a liquid that looks like molten gold.

"The Heart of the God Ancestor"

This is an existence known only to the Guardians of Steel. The divine megastructure of [Heart of Storm] is powered and maintained by the blood and heart of [Eternal Storm Rider].

And when necessary, the Steel Guardian can also use these blessings to strengthen itself, giving a temporary strengthening effect.

This blessing will only be used when foreign enemies invade or when the Knight King is tested.

This generation of Steel Guardians is using it for the first time, but they know exactly what they need to do.

"My gods and ancestors, please bless me."

"Give me the strength of storms and the heart of blood."

Several people knelt down beside the pool devoutly and uprightly, looked up, and with great solemnity scooped up the golden blood in the pool and poured it on their foreheads.

"Shoot-"

There was a burning sound as if boiling water was corroding the skin, and the golden blood seeped into the knights' bodies, bringing pain that even the great knights could not endure.

The bones are turned into flesh and the body is dissolved, the tendons and marrow are washed away, the bones are burned and the heart is scorched.

Even more intense than the pain was the surging force that passed through every limb and bone, as if it was going to burst the recipient.

The vast majority of Steel Guardians could not hold on after absorbing just one or two waves and stood up with pale faces.

"My rotten body cannot contain any more blessings. This is already the limit."

Achsius raised his hand and felt the incredible activity in his body.

"What a powerful force. Is this the blessing from the God Ancestor? It's hard to imagine."

"I feel like it's at least several times stronger than before. I really don't know what else in the mortal world can stop this power!"

The knight with the golden ponytail gritted his teeth excitedly, but when Lei Wu turned around, his pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly.

"Mavis?"

When the other Steel Guardians had finished receiving the gift, only the knight girl with sky-blue hair continued to scoop up the golden blood again and again and pour it on her head.

Once, twice, three times, four times. Almost repeating this action.

Only when the air around Mavis was almost solidified did she end the mechanical blessing and slowly stand up.

When she turned around and took a step forward, her other colleagues instinctively took a step back.

The blue-haired girl raised her lips slightly, revealing a bloodthirsty and happy smile, and dug her temple with her index finger, intoxicated:
"The blood of the God Ancestor is so suitable. I can't help myself now!"

"Everyone, let's go fight the king!"

(End of this chapter)