This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 431 - 403: Dawn Sword

Chapter 431: Chapter 403: Dawn Sword

The swords of light rushed like a gust of wind and a downpour, completely overwhelming any chance of evasion with their expansive range.

This was Cyril Rolan’s signature move and his Legendary Grace. Do not be fooled by the small size of these light swords; their power was not to be underestimated. Even true steel would be deeply scored by these swords, and thinner metal armor would be effortlessly pierced.

If he could, Cyril Rolan really did not want to bully others with his Legendary Grace, but unfortunately his opponent was too strong, leaving him no choice but to play his trump card.

Before the battle, Cyril Rolan had been imbued with several magical states, and this sword rain-like move was sure to push back the opponent, possibly even inflicting serious injury on them.

However, just as Cyril Rolan thought he was holding the winning ticket, Arthur Laine made a simple gesture: he struck his sword at the ice beneath his feet.

The Holy Light condensed on the blade, turning the greatsword into a colossally long "giant sword."

The blade split the ice layer, turning large chunks of ice over to serve as Arthur’s shield.

The light swords struck the hefty ice, immediately shaving off large fragments. The wall of ice, several meters thick, did not last a few seconds before completely shattering, but Arthur Laine’s figure had already disappeared.

Cyril Rolan’s eyes darted about in search of Arthur in order to lock onto his position once again, but at that moment, a sharp pain shot through his foot, as a sword blade pierced up from beneath into his thigh.

It was the gap in his armor, the most vulnerable spot; the longsword penetrated the armor and buried into his flesh, causing Cyril Rolan so much pain that his body lost balance.

Something was off. Where were his defensive magics?

The effects of the Stone Skin spell? The automatic Magic Shield? And what about the Thunderous Wave that was supposed to repel enemies?

Cyril Rolan was not a man of insubstantial means; most of his money went into his gear. In addition to his heavy armor, he had two rings, a necklace, and the cloak on his back—all magical equipment.

How could all of them not respond at all?

Little did Cyril Rolan know that in this world there existed a type of Magic-Breaking Weapon created by the Legendary Ranger.

The longsword in Arthur Laine’s hands, like Allen’s, was not outstandingly sharp in and of itself—if he would strike Cyril Rolan’s heavy armor with it directly, it was sure to become blunted after several blows.

However, it was different with magical equipment. No matter the defense magic, one slash from the sword would puncture it directly, even the Magic Shield supported by the Golden Throne that Amber had used.

Such a Magic-breaking Longsword, combined with Arthur Laine’s honed sword skills, made heavy armor defenses as good as ineffective, and magic defenses could not withstand this Magic-breaking Longsword, which made Cyril Rolan almost as vulnerable as if he were standing naked before Arthur.

Arthur Laine emerged from the ice surface and, looking at the fallen Cyril Rolan, sighed and said, "Your swordsmanship is too rigid and formulaic. You’re not suited to this kind of fighting style. You should’ve stuck to the move you used earlier. I saw that you could summon even more Holy Light Swords; why didn’t you use them?"

For the first time in his life, Cyril Rolan heard someone criticize his swordsmanship!

Within the Laine Empire, when it came to swordsmanship, he was ranked at least third.

But Cyril Rolan couldn’t object because his vaunted Laine swordsmanship fell far short compared to this man’s.

He was right; he should have gone all out from the beginning, perhaps then he wouldn’t have suffered such a miserable defeat.

The Blood of Rosanda shone brightly, swiftly healing Cyril Rolan’s wounds.

The Glorious General climbed up from the ice and said to Arthur Laine, "I must admit, your swordsmanship surpasses mine. Maybe you really are of the Laine People; however, I still can’t accept that you would work for an Undead. The Life Caskets of Liches are made from the souls of living people; do you understand what you’re doing?"

Arthur Laine sighed and said, "That’s exactly why I decided to help him. You have no idea; he could make it so that all the Liches in the world would never again harm the living."

Undead not killing people—who would believe that?

Cyril Rolan could only assume that the Paladin before him had been charmed by the Lich.

That must be it; the Lich had used some special means to bewitch the resolute Paladin, brainwashing him into becoming a devoted follower.

"I will save you. However, in order to ensure your safety, I hope you won’t blame me for using some drastic measures," said Cyril Rolan as he raised his right hand high. The next second, several figures flew off the Laine warship.

Four Paladins and two Light Priests, all the Legends participating in this battle.

These seven, in perfect sync, had their Holy Light intermingle seamlessly and connect completely.

Their combined strength far exceeded sevenfold.

At that moment, a towering figure of Holy Light appeared above them. It was a Celestial Warrior summoned from the Divine Realm of the Lord of the Dawn.

Moreover, Cyril Rolan seemed determined to go all out, thereby calling upon all the Laine People on board the ship to bolster this Celestial Warrior with their Power of Faith.

This Celestial Warrior, summoned with the faith of many more than the few hundred serfs had before, was taller and more lifelike.

The heavy armor, the sharp longsword, and the massive wings behind him, this Celestial Warrior truly seemed like a Deity descending from the heavens.

The Celestial Warrior was four meters tall, his sword wider than Arthur Laine’s shoulders, the longsword pointing directly at his face, as if intending to crush him with this massive blade.

Yet, Arthur Laine did not move, merely looking at the Celestial Warrior before him, unable to help himself as he uttered a name, "Lombarton, is it you?!"

The movements of the Celestial Warrior paused briefly, as he let out a majestic roar, "Who are you?! How do you know my name?!"

Lombarton Buto, that was his name in the Mortal Realm, when he was still alive, and the Dragon Race still ruled this world. He was one of the Paladins who followed Arthur Laine in overthrowing the Magic Dragon Tyrant, only he hadn’t reached the Legendary level back then and had fallen on the battlefield early on.

Arthur Laine remembered clearly because Lombarton Buto turned to ash before his eyes in dragon fire.

Unexpectedly, more than seventeen hundred years had passed, and they were to meet again under these circumstances.

Because Lombarton Buto had died too early and had not accomplished many feats, even in the history of Laine, there was only a name, glossing over his life story, which simply recorded his sacrifice in that battle.

Few among the Laine People could remember his name, let alone recognize him.

"Who on earth are you?!" Lombarton Buto roared.

The one who recognized him at a glance must be someone he had encountered on the battlefield, but Lombarton Buto did not recognize the man before him at all. Was it a remnant of the Dragon Worship Sect, disguised as a Paladin? Lombarton Buto died early in the war when Arthur’s plan to steal the Divine Artifact hadn’t been set.

Arthur’s body shook slightly, and then he said, "I’m sorry, I can’t tell you, at least not now."

If his identity were revealed, Laine would immediately fall into chaos, and he did not know how many innocents would become involved. Arthur Laine was not sure he could resolve this problem, so he couldn’t acknowledge an old comrade.

All Arthur Laine could do was to lift up his own longsword and tell his former comrade, "Come on, let’s settle this matter, any further delay and you all will die."

The clouds in the sky grew denser, a message from Amberser to Arthur Laine that the battle just now was not satisfying enough to meet Amberser’s expectations.

If he delayed any longer, that Lich would call on the Elegy Poetry Society.

Endless Gold Light erupted from within Arthur Laine, the resulting wind pressure causing the floating ice beneath to crack.

Though Lombarton Buto did not recognize Arthur Laine, he sensed the enormous Force of the Holy Light emanating from this person.

Was this really a power a mortal could possess?

But no matter, he wasn’t a mortal either. The beliefs of seven Legendary ones, the whole Laine Legion, endowed Lombarton Buto with a power almost divine.

The phantom of the wheel appeared, and the calamity spell, enhanced by the Legendary Grace, landed on Arthur, dimming the Gold Light around him.

Lombarton Buto waved his hand again, and ten thousand rays of Gold Light condensed into a sword, flying towards Arthur. Another stomp, and dozens of Holy Light Shields appeared, forming a cage and trapping Arthur within it.

The Holy Light clung to his longsword, turning into the phantom of a massive hammer, with the space cracking under this immense pressure.

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Each move, every gesture was the power of Legendary Grace.

In this moment, Lombarton Buto possessed the full power of the seven Legendaries and could use their Legendary Grace. Each time he executed a move, it was as if seven Legendaries were striking together, equating to sevenfold power.

This was the true Conviction Knight Order, the true nemesis of the Undead.

The Holy Light transformed into beam after beam of assault, enveloping Arthur completely, shattering the thick ice within a two to three kilometers diameter, and lifting waves dozens of meters high.

If Holy Light was condensed to the extreme, it could wield the power to shatter heaven and earth, not far off from the impact of Amberser’s hundred meteors.

Lombarton Buto, using his own body as a relay, recklessly wielded this formidable power, aiming to utterly obliterate the enemy before him.

After a violent onslaught, a massive whirlpool appeared on the sea surface, as if the earlier Holy Light attacks had pierced through the seabed.

Just when everyone thought Arthur Laine had been completely annihilated, a light began to shine from the center of the whirlpool.

A beam of light, not blinding at all, as pure as the dawn’s Holy Light.

Arthur Laine’s figure appeared within the whirlpool, lifting his sword, swinging his sword.

The dawn broke through, sweeping across the huge Celestial Warrior.

The four-meter-high phantom was split by this ordinary sword, ultimately fading to nothingness.