Giant Dragon Lord: Starting from Daily Intelligence-Chapter 196 - 190: Invincible Golden Spear

The Molten Giant Lizard’s defense was beyond imagination.

The Golden Armor it wore was clearly an Enchanted Treasure. Black Wind’s sharp claws couldn’t leave a single scratch on it.

The Giant Lizard periodically spat streams of lava, forcing Black Wind to dodge. Meanwhile, each sweep of its thick tail carried immense force, making Black Wind hesitate to approach.

For the moment, the two powerful Tier Four Magical Beasts were evenly matched.

The battle between the Knights was just as intense.

Leonhardt flawlessly countered Barton’s torrential assault.

The Sunlight Spear in his hand seemed to come alive. At times, it struck like a viper, targeting Barton’s openings with cunning precision. At others, it became an iron wall, perfectly parrying the heavy, powerful swings of the Giant Axe.

His spearmanship was exquisite, with not a single wasted motion. Every strike was perfectly timed, neutralizing the most ferocious attacks with minimal effort.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The rapid-fire clashes blended into a continuous roar, punctuated by flashes of sparks and golden light.

Barton grew more and more alarmed as he fought. Though his assault was ferocious, it felt like striking a dense ball of cotton; his power was utterly diffused.

His opponent’s defense was impenetrable. Every counterattack targeted a vital point, forcing him onto the defensive and neutralizing most of his brute force.

ROAR!

Frustrated by the stalemate, Barton’s mount, Black Wind, was the first to lose patience.

This Demon Tiger had a bloodthirsty and savage nature, and the thrill of battle fully unleashed its ferocity.

It let out a deafening roar, stopped circling, and lunged forward, slamming its entire body into the Molten Giant Lizard. Its sharp claws dug firmly into the Giant Lizard’s shoulder blades as it opened its mouth to bite at the lizard’s head.

The Molten Giant Lizard roared in pain and flew into a frenzy of its own. It jerked its head back, smashing it hard against Black Wind’s jaw. At the same time, the red light flowing between the gaps in its Scale Armor suddenly flared, releasing a terrifying burst of heat.

YOWL!

Black Wind let out a shriek of agony, its fur sizzling on contact and emitting the stench of burnt hair.

"Black Wind, stop!"

Alarmed, Barton yelled out.

His mount’s distress caused his focus to break for an instant.

And in a duel between masters, victory and defeat are decided in an instant.

Leonhardt seized that momentary lapse.

His eyes, until now as calm as a placid lake, suddenly flashed with a brilliant light.

"Divine Grace, Judgment!"

As Leonhardt uttered the solemn words, the Sunlight Spear in his hand erupted with light. The brilliant golden radiance even overshadowed the dark clouds in the sky, like a Little Sun rising in the center of the battlefield.

Barton’s vision was flooded with white; he couldn’t see a thing. Alarm bells screamed in his mind, and he instinctively raised his axe to guard his chest.

But it was too late. A beam of golden spear light, condensed to its absolute limit, pierced through the blinding radiance. Moving faster than the eye could follow, it struck with unerring accuracy at the weakest point: the joint connecting Barton’s chest plate and pauldron.

CRACK!

With a crisp sound, the masterwork Enchanted Heavy Armor was pierced as if it were made of paper.

Struck as if by lightning, Barton coughed up a spray of blood. His powerful frame was sent flying from the tiger’s back by the immense force, landing heavily dozens of feet away. The Flaming Giant Axe slipped from his grasp, its Flame instantly extinguished.

"Lord Earl!"

"Barton!"

A wave of gasps rose from the Allied Army’s ranks, and everyone’s heart sank.

On the battlefield, Leonhardt urged his mount forward, slowly approaching the fallen Barton. He looked down upon him imperiously, his golden Long Spear angled toward the ground. A single drop of crimson blood slid slowly down the tip.

"You’ve lost," Leonhardt said.

"Surrender, or die."

Barton spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm. He struggled to get up, but the movement aggravated his chest wound and he collapsed again.

He managed a grim, bloody smile and rasped,

"The men of the Northern Territory... we have no cowards who surrender! If you’re going to kill me, do it!"

A trace of admiration flashed in Leonhardt’s eyes, but it was overshadowed by the cold indifference of a soldier.

He slowly raised the Sunlight Spear, its tip aimed at Barton’s throat.

The victor reaps the life of the vanquished. This was the immutable Law of the battlefield.

Everyone in the Allied Army’s camp held their breath; many couldn’t bear to watch and closed their eyes.

At the last possible moment, a figure appeared without warning between Leonhardt and Barton.

CLANG!

With a sharp ring of metal, Leonhardt’s certain killing blow was firmly parried.

The newcomer was none other than the Vice Commander of the Thunder Dragon Knight Order, "Iron Blood" Luke.

He had somehow crossed a thousand meters in an instant, appearing out of thin air. He blocked Leonhardt’s attack with a sword in one hand while his other had already lifted Barton from the ground and tossed him backward. Several Personal Guards rushed forward to catch him.

Leonhardt’s pupils contracted. His grip on his spear tightened instinctively as he stared at the stern-faced man before him.

Luke met Leonhardt’s gaze calmly and put away his sword.

"’Golden Spear’ Leonhardt, you live up to your reputation."

Luke’s voice echoed across the silent battlefield.

"We concede this mounted duel."

Deafening cheers erupted from the ranks of the Fiery Sun Kingdom.

"Leonhardt! Leonhardt!"

"Golden Spear is invincible!"

The soldiers raised their Weapons high, fanatically shouting the victor’s name.

As all eyes were on him, Leonhardt withdrew his Sunlight Spear, its tip scratching a shallow line on the ground. He gave one last look at Barton, who was being helped away by his Personal Guards, his expression complex—a mix of the victor’s poise and a trace of respect for his tenacious opponent.

He turned his mount and slowly returned to his own lines. Everywhere he passed, the waves of cheers grew even louder.

The glory of victory was so dazzling.

A satisfied smile spread across the face of Duke Aston, the commander of the Fiery Sun Kingdom. Known as the "Blood Lion," he had a head of fiery red hair.

With victory in the first battle, morale was high. The opening of the war could be called perfect.

Luke ignored them completely and initiated the second duel.

"The second duel: Close Combat."

The words had barely left his lips when a burly figure stepped forth from the Allied Army’s ranks.

This man stood over two meters tall, completely encased in thick Black Iron Heavy Armor. An earthy yellow Magic Power emanated from the Armor’s seams, a clear sign of a High-Tier Enchantment.

He carried a Tower Shield as tall as a man. Its surface was pockmarked with the scars of countless battles, its sheer thickness enough to make any weapon despair.

In his right hand, he carried a plain One-Handed Heavy Hammer.

He wore no helmet, revealing a weathered, resolute face and a gaze as unyielding as Panshi.

"Rodney of Iron Pine Territory!"

Someone in the Allied Army who recognized him gasped.

This was precisely the Knight from the Northern Territory famous for his invincible defense, the Tier Four Sky Knight, Rodney.

It was said that he once single-handedly, with just one Tower Shield, held a breach in a castle wall for over an hour against waves of enemy assaults until reinforcements arrived.

His title, "The Barrier," came from this very event.

Seeing Rodney take the field, the Allied Army’s flagging morale was rekindled with new hope.

They might not expect Rodney to achieve a victory as brilliant as Leonhardt’s, but they had absolute faith that this man would never be brought down.