Chapter 288 I Probably Will Never Forget You in My Life

Then, after pressing Mephis against the city wall, he began to beat her unilaterally. He mercilessly aimed at the knight girl's vital points and cheeks, and punched her hard, again and again.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

Every punch created visible ripples, transmitting terrifying vibrations through the atmosphere.

Even though his fists hit Mavis's protective barrier, Westhead's fingers were all covered in blood from the storm, revealing his white finger bones, and his attack did not stop for a moment.

Mavis was beaten with hundreds of punches unilaterally, and she used the storm barrier built by the blessing to resist. When Westhead took a break, she suddenly jumped up, grabbed Westhead's wrist, and raised her knee quickly.

"boom--"

The blue-haired girl's knee strike was unreserved, and a column of air made of condensed storm formed behind Westhead and soared into the sky.

"Pfft-"

Westhead's eyes went dark, he almost lost his soul, and coughed up fragments of his internal organs on the spot.

But he resisted the urge to faint, and rushed forward with a roar, giving Mavis a hard blow to the abdomen.

The blue-haired girl coughed and then laughed: "Is that what you think? Ah, a reasonable tactic. My blessings are almost exhausted, but it doesn't matter. There is still one last burst. Lord Westhead, let's decide the victory."

The figures of the two continued to flicker, and even though they were in the realm of [Heart of Mist], their bodies could jump around, and those below the legendary level could not even see their movements clearly.

The strongest fights against the strongest, it’s such a thrill just fighting!

One is [Riding the God of Steel], and the other is a T0 collection. They all have complete realms, and it is difficult to distinguish between them, or Westhead is in a very unfavorable position.

As expected, he won't let me be boiled like a frog in warm water. Mavis is concentrating all the remaining blessings in exchange for the final chance to win.

The same was true for Westhead. He activated the [Soul Burning Technique] that he had not used for a long time. As his physical strength and magic power were rapidly consumed, scarlet cracks spread and burned on his skin, and his strength was also increasing rapidly! Rapidly! Explosively!
He could no longer feel anything except pain and attack. He just held his breath, determined not to admit defeat or relax.

No one knew how long the breathtakingly intense fight lasted. All they knew was that every collision would create a wave of air that terrified the spectators, like a violent storm sweeping across a distant snowy mountain.

While Mavis was fighting with Westhead, he sang a hymn softly:
"May the storm not knock you down, may you be indomitable and tempered into steel, may you be strong and never return"

The soft chanting voice was mixed in with the noisy wind and snow and the surging air waves, becoming broken notes.

The fight between the two entered a round-based mode due to the rapid loss of physical strength. Sometimes Westhead caught Mephis and beat him violently, and sometimes Mephis seized the former's flaws and made fatal moves.

There are no techniques involved, no tricks involved, just pure strength and will.

Whoever can't hold on first will fall!

Finally, after Westhead held Mavis down and hammered him until he was exhausted, he let go and stood there, waiting for his strength to recover.

"Huh, huh, haha."

The blue-haired girl stood up and gasped for breath. Just when Westhead was ready to face the fierce attack, he did not receive the blow he deserved. Instead, a delicate body fell into his arms.

Mavis' beautiful indigo eyes were shining with admiration and joy. She leaned her head on Westhead's shoulder, stroked the man's cheek with her fingers, and said infatuatedly:
"Ah, Lord Westhead, you are so powerful as a Knight of Yonglan."

Then, the knight girl closed her eyes, slid to her knees and knelt on the ground, and the last trace of the storm lingering around her dissipated.

After taking a look at Mavis who had fallen down due to exhaustion, Westhead's eyes were dazed for a moment before he realized his victory.

A smile appeared on his scarred and bloody handsome face. He looked down at the blue-haired girl lying on the ground and said:
"It was such a thrilling battle. I will probably never forget you, Mavis."

With his numerical strength far inferior to that of God-blessed Mephis, Westhead managed to defeat the latter by relying on tactics and operations. Rather than simply crushing the latter with numerical strength, the sense of accomplishment brought by this battle made Westhead tremble with joy all over.

"Weiss!"

"Teacher Weiss!"

As soon as the victory was decided, Resia and Myvana, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed to Westhead and helped up their lover who was covered in blood and wounds.

Westhead waved his hand:
"It's okay, just a minor injury, cough cough cough! Anyway, just let me calm down for a while."

For Westhead, who possesses multiple T0T1 talents, except for the [Soul Burning Skill] which is rather special and difficult to recover from, all other injuries can be healed within a day.

If you want to ask why.
"I am too durable. This is the victory of martial arts!"

There is no strong means of recovery, this is the only reason why Mephis was defeated!

When Westhead was supported by the two women and returned to the front of the parade army, Qinghui Guards immediately wiped away his tears and cheered:

"Your Majesty has insulted the Chosen One! Your Majesty is invincible!"

"Yeah! I knew that Your Majesty is invincible!"

"Even Yonglan's chosen one was blasted down by the master. What the hell can stop him? What else can stop him?!"

"I told you not to worry. How could the master be beaten into the state of Star Fury? He is the only one who can turn others into Star Fury!"

Shit! You change your face so quickly!
Westhead was almost laughing at this group of guards. It turned out that it was you who were complaining about turning into Star Rage Force before, and now you are bragging after winning, right?
However, he also knew that Qinghui Konoe had no bad intentions, he just empathized with him too much and spoke without thinking.

They are all loyal subjects of the Bright People, their intentions were good, but their execution was distorted.

Looking around, not only the Qinghui Guards, but also the Yonglan Knights who followed him were looking at him with fanatical admiration.

Although Westhead's image at this time was not very heroic, and could be described as being in a state of hemiplegia, he was the one who was able to stand up in the end, and the image of the winner was absolutely glorious.

Not to mention the devastating look he showed just now, I'm afraid no one would have any objection to Westhead.

Lord Qinghui took a deep breath, summoned Shadow Life back from the Heart of Mist, and said loudly:
"I have defeated the Chosen One of the Knight Gods. Do you still have any objections to my claiming the throne?!"

"I, Westhead Qinghui, am I qualified to be the master of the [Heart of Mist]?"

The powerful and resonant voice spread across the snowfield in front of Yonglan's capital. After a moment of silence, Uther took the lead and said:

"Yingxi Castle is willing to support Lord Westhead as king!"

The Black Knight's leading role was effective. The knights of Yingxi Castle were in an uproar, which led to the shouts of other Yonglan knights. "I am also willing to support Lord Westhead as king!"

"As for me, I have been a big fan of Qinghui Gong for 20 years!"

"Long live the Knight King!!"

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The cheers and clash of weapons from all directions surrounded Westhead, causing the latter to raise his head with great satisfaction.

Then he turned and walked towards the only conscious Steel Guardian lying in the snow, looking down at the old knight:

"Great Knight of Stormheart, what do you say? Can you please open this city gate for me?"

Ankhsius, whose arms and legs were cut off by the Sunlight Spear, looked at Westhead quietly and asked:

"What did Mavis say last?"

"It's about me being a Knight of Yonglan and being extremely powerful or something."

"Ah, that's it."

Ankhius nodded and said:

"Since Mephis has recognized your strength and qualities as a king, you have passed the test of steel will. My personal feelings are not worth mentioning in the face of Yonglan's fate and the will of the God Ancestor."

"Knights, ring the bells at twelve! Welcome the new king of Storm Heart!"

As Ankhius finished speaking, the heavy city gate that was hundreds of meters high was slowly opened by the knights stationed at the Heart of Mist.

"Boom boom boom——"

Then, long and dull bell sounds came from the distant bell tower, one after another, filling the entire world.

It's like a mourning, a celebration, and also like an engraving.

Westhead reached out his hand to touch the falling snowflakes, and with the help of the two women he stepped onto the long bridge in front of the city gate.

"Let's go, and finish it as soon as possible."

As we walked slowly forward, the grandeur and solemnity of the buildings built by the gods were truly revealed before our eyes. It was a vastness that left all mortals speechless. In front of this giant building filled with coldness, majesty and grandeur, there was no need to say anything, and one could only step into it with the intention of admiring the miracle.

On both sides of the avenue, the guard knights in platinum robes and exquisite armor knelt on one knee in an orderly manner, silently welcoming the new king of this place.

Behind the king is the pilgrim army. According to tradition, they will walk through the Heart of the Mist thoroughly, indicating that the king's will has already covered this divine structure.

The king himself must officially sit on the throne before completing the procedure - the road to the Yonglan Temple is quite long.

Even if all the mechanisms along the way are opened, it will still take a long time just to walk. For example, try taking an elevator for two hours.

If it is an ordinary day, it would be a nice thing to appreciate the stunning scenery of [Heart of Mist].

But after the battle with Westhead, the damage caused by the [Soul Burning Technique] had left half of his body covered with cracks. The physical injuries were not terrible. The key was that the [Soul Burning Technique] was one of the few forbidden techniques that could directly deplete his spirit and vitality, and even the [Withered Glory Yang] was powerless.

All Westhead wanted now was to fall asleep, and as he leaned back, Myvana supported him.

"Teacher Weiss, hold on. There is still one last ceremony to go. Once you reach the temple, you will be the undisputed Knight King."

The wolf-eared girl's pretty face was filled with excitement, because she was now holding a newborn Knight King!
As a Knight of Eternal Storm, this honor really made Myvana jump with joy, and her big tail kept shaking and wrapped around Westhead's thigh.

Leixia was not as happy as the beast-eared girl. She just said softly:

"If Weiss doesn't become king, I don't mind ending the history of Yonglan Country."

This is not a joke, this is what the Extreme Guards are like.

Westhead shook his head and said, "Then I am really lucky to have come this far. It's okay, please support me for a while, I think I can still hold on."

With the help of his two lovers, who were also Westhead's designated apostles, Westhead finally arrived at the temple at the center and highest point of [Heart of Mist].

In this temple that is closest to the [Eternal Lan Knight God], the marble and crystal floor tiles and the gorgeous and dazzling chandeliers complement each other. Opposite the seats of the knights is the high platform, and a throne made of cast iron is waiting for them.

The Knight King should have received the direct blessing of the God Ancestor here and became the ruler of the country with divine authority. Even though he was not as orthodox as the Emperor of the Empire or the Lord of the Royal Court, he was also a person chosen by God.

But of course Westhead no longer has the blessing of [Eternal Mist Knight God] at this time. This is not a bad thing for him. Rather, if [Eternal Mist Knight God] was really still there, Westhead would not even think of going on the pilgrimage to become the king.

All he wanted was the power of the Knight King to command the country. He didn't really want to be a filial son and grandson of the gods. A real man was born between heaven and earth, how could he be depressed and live under others for a long time? !
Stepping onto the stairs, in Myvana's embrace, Westhead gently sat on the throne of the Knight King, officially completing this ancient ceremony.

Without even taking a breath, Westhead immediately said:

"I'll leave the rest to you. After the news of my taking over the Heart of Mist spreads throughout the Kingdom of Eternal Mist, the waiting knights will also make their choice."

"Those who are willing to acknowledge me are invited to enter the [Heart of Mist]. As for those who have objections to my throne, I am too lazy to take action, so I ask you to suppress them."

"Got it, Weiss. Have a good rest. Leave the rest to us."

Leixia held Westhead's head in her arms and spoke softly.

His tense spirit relaxed in the girl's plump and soft bosom. Westhead slowly closed his eyes, and fatigue and dizziness immediately surged over him like a tide.

When Westhead regained consciousness, the first thing he felt was that he was lying on a soft and warm big bed.

A faint fragrance penetrated into his nose. Westhead was about to open his mouth and call out the name of Leshia or Myvana, but when the words came to his lips, he found that the fragrance was very unfamiliar.

It wasn't the smell of the lovers he was familiar with.

Lord Qinghui opened his eyes immediately, and immediately heard a voice filled with attachment and fanaticism, as if it was attached to his soul.

"Are you awake?"

"Lord Westhead. No, my king."

Turning around, Westhead found that he was indeed lying on the bed, but the person guarding the bed was not the white-haired dragon lady or the wolf-eared girl, but Mephis, who had given Westhead an unforgettable memory not long ago.

(End of this chapter)