Chapter 405: The Whole Army Retreats

Morning brings dawn, and dawn symbolizes the victory of good over evil, bathing the earth in light.

Arthur Lane's sword didn't take much effort, but it easily cut through the body of the heavenly warrior.

Celestial warriors composed of holy light energy should ignore such injuries, but for some reason, Arthur's seemingly inconspicuous sword caused wounds that could not be healed.

Longbottom Buto's body broke off and fell into the sea. Although he could still float on the sea, he could not heal in any way.

However, Longbottom Buto did not struggle. Instead, he looked at his opponent who was flying into the air again and said in a weak voice: "So it's you."

Arthur Lane did not admit his identity, but only passed on a soul link to his former comrades. Both are heroic spirits, and like the undead, they can communicate through soul links.

"Longbottom, long time no see."

Longbottom Buto's eyes shone with tiny golden light, like tears.

"Brother Arthur, I have been waiting for you in the Kingdom of God for 1,700 years. I know you will not disappear like this."

"I'm sorry, Longbottom, I failed to protect you back then."

Arthur Lane's body was trembling. Longbottom Buto was only sixteen when he died, and he had always respected Arthur Lane as his own brother. There were a dozen teenagers like him, all of whom entrusted their lives to Arthur Lane, but in the end only two survived.

But not every young man who died believed in the Lord of the Morning, and not every one of them could successfully enter the kingdom of the gods. Many of them even lost their souls, and there was no trace of their existence anymore.

But war is so cruel and will destroy the best things in the world right in front of your face, and there is nothing you can do about it.

"It doesn't matter, we have never regretted setting foot on the battlefield, nor have we regretted following you to overthrow the tyranny. Let's... forget it, I don't have much time. Brother Arthur, we are waiting for you in the Kingdom of God. This time, you Can’t miss the date anymore!”

Longbottom Buto did not ask Arthur Lane how he could work for a lich. He believed in Arthur Lane unconditionally, just like he did seventeen hundred years ago. No matter what changes occur in this world, as long as Arthur Lane is here, the dawn of hope will never dissipate.

Longbottom Buto's body was completely shattered and turned into thousands of golden lights flying towards the sky. The celestial warriors finally returned to the Kingdom of the Lord of the Morning.

Not only the people in Ryan were shocked, but everyone who saw this scene was stunned.

In the eyes of many people, strength and weakness are determined by the eyes. It's similar to a needle pricking an elephant's skin. If the elephant tramples a warrior to death, then you should be able to defeat that warrior with this needle.

Anyway, it's just a simple sense of strength and weakness. If you can defeat this person, then all the defeated players of this person should not be your opponents. Otherwise, you are careless, or you are cheating.

Without knowing the identity of Arthur Lane, this light sword cut off the body of the Celestial Warrior. This gave the Lane people an incredible sense of illusion?

They all have a question in their hearts: "Why?"

How could this paladin, who didn't even dare to announce his name, do it? The celestial warriors summoned by an entire legion and the power of seven legendary warriors were killed with a single sword?

But in Amber Xiu's hundreds of years of experience, a greasy spell can make a legendary warrior fall to death on the spot. As long as the right time and the right arrangement... it has never been said that you will defeat the rookie if you have experienced hundreds of battles. It is not said that if you have defeated a hundred strong men, you will not capsize in the gutter.

Amberxiu couldn't understand either. He had never been connected with the Holy Light, but he could tell that the power exerted by Arthur Lane's sword was very small, hundreds of times worse than that of the Heavenly Realm warriors.

But it doesn't matter if he doesn't understand. There is a boss with the most say in combat - the Headless Horseman Gareth.

Gareth was also a loyal spectator of this battle. When Amberxiu asked, Gareth explained: "Very clever sword skills, very clever control of the holy light. Didn't he cut open this celestial warrior?" body, but integrated his own holy light into it, interfering with the flow of holy light in the body of this heavenly warrior. "

Amberxiu suddenly realized that this was like inserting a substandard gear into a machine, causing the machine to explode due to malfunction. Or maybe Amber Xiu's forced transformation method stuffed a lot of parts into the eternal hourglass, which not only failed to strengthen the artifact, but also damaged the power of the artifact.

Although the principle sounds very simple, it is simply impossible to use your own holy light to interfere with the movement of other people's holy light.

Take the mage as an example. With the power of the Golden Throne, Amber Xiu can only cast powerful spells, instead of sending his own mana into the bodies of other mages to interfere with the operation of their mana.

If you can't do it, it's hundreds of times harder than killing a mage.

"Arthur Lane's control over the Holy Light can be said to be the best among mortals. Doesn't this make it clear that he is the divine choice of the Lord of the Morning?" Gareth said with emotion: "I really want to have a fight with him!"

Ambrose gave Gareth a don't even think about it expression. He would never allow Gareth to have a fight with Arthur Lane, not even in a sparring match.

Arthur Lane is in the state of a heroic spirit. After every battle, he consumes a lot of soul power, which is completely replenished by Amber Xiu. This fight requires Amboxiu to spend money to recharge his energy. Fighting with someone like Gareth is equivalent to fighting a war to destroy the country, and Amboxiu will lose to death.

If Gareth wants to fight, he can just beat up those dragons, don't mess with Arthur Ryan.

The Ryans on the sea didn't have Gareth, the expert, to explain. Everyone was immersed in the failure just now and couldn't react for several seconds.

Arthur Ryan had resurfaced and was suspended in the air.

"I say again, if you leave now, no one will get hurt, but if you want to continue, I can't guarantee it."

Arthur Ryan's words made Cyril Roland blush with shame. He never expected that he would lose so badly. The combined strength of all people was not as good as his sword. Is this man more powerful than the Silver Moon Knight?

Is he really going to admit defeat?

Cyril Roland clenched the sword in his hand, floating on the sea, and floated in front of Arthur Ryan.

"Who are you? There are such powerful paladins in the world, but I know nothing about them. Are you a Ryan? Even if I have to pay with my life, I want to know the answer."

Cyril Roland was not afraid. He was ready to sacrifice on the day he became a paladin.

No matter how powerful the man in front of him was, he would not shrink back. He just wanted to know the truth.

Before the celestial warrior disappeared, he said, "It turned out to be you."

The celestial warrior knew the paladin in front of him, so he was most likely not pretending. He was really a believer of the Lord of Dawn. But why, why would he be a thug for a lich? Cyril Roland could not believe that the Holy Light would favor a paladin who worked for a lich.

This matter was about his faith. He could not just die in obscurity.

Arthur Ryan was stunned for a moment. He didn't know how to answer.

Seventeen hundred years ago, he was not the kind of person who was good at speaking. After so many years, he had been staying in the barrier and had not spoken to anyone. This made him really unable to find an excuse for a while.

The more he talked, the easier it was to expose his identity. Once his identity was exposed, Ryan would be completely divided within a few days, and then the neighboring countries around him would counterattack without hesitation. Ryan would be caught in the flames of war, and thousands of people would die because of him.

Arthur Ryan couldn't help but look up and look at the sky covered by darkness. If it was that lich, he would definitely be able to answer this question, right?

Amberxiu didn't disappoint Arthur Ryan. The lich's triumphant laughter came from the sky.

"Stupid paladin, do you really think that you lost so badly because my subordinates are stronger? Is there a paladin stronger than your Silver Moon Knight in the world?"

Cyril Roland frowned and thought, he lost so badly, and now you say that the opponent is not strong? This lich is deliberately humiliating himself!

Amber Xiu always gave no chance to think, and continued: "I said before the war, let's see whether your holy light represents justice or my subordinates are on the side of justice. Now it is obvious that the reason you lost is because justice is on my side.

"Although my subordinates are very powerful, they are not so powerful that they can crush the seven legends of you in Ryan alone. Don't you understand that it is the Lord of Dawn who told you that justice is on our side. So, with the same holy light, my subordinates can solve the problem with just one sword, and the power you have gathered with all your efforts is so vulnerable.

"Don't you understand yet? The Lord of Dawn is on my side. It is He who is affecting the outcome of this battle! At this moment, I, the lich, am the one chosen by the holy light!"

Hearing Amber Xiu's last words, all the people in Ryan widened their eyes, and even Cyril Roland almost couldn't hold the blood of Lashanda. The radiant general covered his chest, and a strong sense of suffocation came, making his eyes black.

This lich claimed to be the one chosen by the Lord of Dawn?

If other liches said this, Cyril Roland would just sneer and slash with his sword, but now Cyril Roland did not find any reason to refute.

Cyril Roland only felt that the three views he had built over the past fifty years were collapsing.

If liches represent justice, then what is he?

Just as his body was about to fall, a strong arm grabbed his arm.

"Wake up, Cyril! This is a lie of the lich!" The voice of his best friend Lucas exploded in his ears, finally allowing Cyril Roland to regain some reason.

Cyril Roland used his last strength to squeeze out a sentence from his mouth: "All troops, retreat!"

It's not that he doesn't have the courage to swing the sword at his opponent, but that he doesn't know who to swing the sword at now. Retreat first, at least let him calm down and think carefully.