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Chapter 418: Pendragon's Daughter
🕑 Added 2025-05-02 15:08:01 +0000 UTCThe Radiant Holy Kingdom endured a devastating blow!
The radiant brilliance enveloping this legendary warship abruptly dimmed. Then, an echoing intent thundered across heaven and earth: “Anururu! Anururu! Anururu…”
The massive form of the Flame Evil God Anururu, nearly as colossal as the Radiant Holy Kingdom, froze abruptly!
Next, a cacophony erupted from Eumibella, producing inhuman sounds impossible for any mortal throat to utter. These sounds crystallized into countless fragmented golden runes in the void. The runes, chaotic and disordered, converged into a surging torrent that slammed into Anururu!
Explosions of smoke and fire erupted endlessly. The clash between two entities of supreme malevolence unleashed unmatched evil forces that collided with ferocity.
Duke Rembrandt Mossred watched as the formation of his knight order was shattered by the collision of the two forces. The hapless knights of the Mossred Ducal Family, caught in the chaotic energy, either ignited into flames or disintegrated into blood mist, drifting towards the Radiant Holy Kingdom.
In an instant, the Mossred family knights suffered catastrophic losses. Rembrandt roared, overcome with heartache. Without his family’s knight order, all he could rely on was his own strength.
Having already lost a contingent of elite knights in Strasbourg, he knew that if he sacrificed this group as well, even a temporary victory would leave him powerless to fend off the next assault.
Forced to the brink, Rembrandt gathered his knights and retreated from the battlefield.
Meanwhile, Charlot Mecklenburg seized the opportunity to gather the remnants of the Bretagne Knight Order and the West Wind Knight Order, bringing them all aboard the Radiant Holy Kingdom. Although Charlot could not command this legendary warship, and it was incapable of traversing land, its defenses as a stationary fortress remained formidable.
Seeing most of the Bretagne and West Wind Knight Orders board the ship, Saint Viggo descended from the skies. Charlot opened a passage for him, allowing the saint to enter.
For the Flame Combat Energy Knight, this battle had been extraordinarily arduous. He felt as though he were the only one present at nineteenth rank!
Viggo even suspected that there might not be a single twentieth rank combatant on the battlefield. Nearly every enemy seemed stronger than him.
If not for his allies’ strength, with several saints assisting him whenever possible, Viggo believed he would have perished long ago.
Landing on the deck, Viggo panted heavily and said, “This has been the most grueling battle of my life.”
Charlot replied coolly, “Fights like this will likely become routine in the future.”
Viggo suddenly felt an urge to cry. He had willingly staked his life to ensure Hughes’ survival, in large part because he had grown weary of combat.
But to his dismay, after pledging allegiance to the Fars Empire, the intensity of battle had only escalated.
Whether in South Seraph or on the Ferranden battlefield, Viggo had never encountered such brutal warfare.
While clashes between saints weren’t unusual, a battlefield teeming with twenty-second and even twenty-third rank combatants, knight commanders leading legions of thousands, summoned evil gods with grand displays, and legendary warships brought to land—this was unprecedented, even in Ferranden!
Looking skyward, Viggo came to a bleak realization: his withdrawal had no discernible impact on the battle. The allies, unburdened by his presence, were invigorated, fighting with renewed vigor.
For the first time, Viggo felt that nineteenth rank might not qualify as a “true saint.”
Charlot was about to speak further when his diary suddenly grew warm. Taking it out, he flipped to the Logbook of the Radiant Holy Kingdom, where a line of text soon appeared:
“Honorable Charlot Mecklenburg, my master, I too wish to devour the fallen souls of the dead!”
Charlot was momentarily taken aback but silently agreed: “Go ahead.”
Immediately, Amon's excitement was evident as another line appeared in the logbook:
“Honorable Charlot Mecklenburg, my master, then I shall feast!!!”
The three exclamation marks revealed Amon’s unrestrained delight.
Charlot had never fully understood the relationship between Amon, Eumibella, and the Radiant Holy Kingdom.
Eumibella was clearly not the ship’s spirit but had instead been used as material to construct this legendary warship.
Amon, on the other hand, did not seem like the warship’s “spirit” either, acting more like its “first mate.”
Charlot had considered asking Amon about their connections and Amon’s origins, but each time, the whispers of fate frantically warned him not to take the risk.
Though uncertain about the consequences of such questions, Charlot decisively abandoned his curiosity. If curiosity posed a danger, then the subject itself was not worth exploring.
After Charlot granted Amon permission, the legendary warship suddenly released a swarm of blood bats!
Charlot was stunned. He sensed that these blood bats were not some extraneous force but originated from the ship’s Labyrinth Guards. What these guards had become was unclear, but they were undoubtedly far more sinister, capable of shedding part of their own flesh to create blood bats.
As the blood bats filled the sky, Charlot realized why Amon had insisted on having five hundred malevolent crew members.
The bats swarmed out of the Radiant Holy Kingdom, devouring the souls of the fallen. Some descended to the ground, producing a sinister rustling as they gnawed on the bodies of the dead from both sides.
These creatures were far more ominous than the Blood Bat Technique Charlot practiced.
Charlot even saw a group of blood bats pursue the retreating Mossred Knight Order, tearing into dozens of their soldiers.
Although Duke Rembrandt Mossred had never encountered such abominations, he was enraged. With a wave of his hand, he killed the blood bats, but those bitten succumbed to a lethal poison, their bodies turning black and collapsing lifelessly.
Fear crept into Mossred’s heart. What on earth had Charlot unleashed? Why was this warship so vile?
As he stared at the Radiant Holy Kingdom, a thought struck him. His eyes widened in shock as he cried out:
“It’s her! Eumibella!”
“The daughter of Pendragon, the Blood Ancestor!”
“How could she be nailed beneath the ship and turned into its material?”
“Who could be so audacious as to use the daughter of a blood god for crafting a warship?”
Shaking with disbelief, Mossred recalled Charlot’s recent venomous oath and realized with dread that the Mossred Ducal Family had likely provoked an extraordinarily formidable adversary.
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