Giant Dragon Lord: Starting from Daily Intelligence-Chapter 200 - 194: How Can There Be No Winner in War?
"We’ve won! We’re going to win!"
"Lord Raylo is magnificent!"
An earth-shattering cheer erupted from the Allied Army’s position.
The soldiers’ faces were flushed with excitement as they brandished their weapons with all their might.
The stifling frustration from being suppressed by the Angel Armament was swept away, replaced by unparalleled exhilaration and ecstasy.
In stark contrast, the Fiery Sun Kingdom’s side was deathly silent.
The fanaticism and confidence on the soldiers’ faces vanished, leaving only shock and disbelief.
They couldn’t understand why an "Angel" of the Holy See was being suppressed to such an extent by an unknown young Knight.
In the sky, Number Thirty-Five, forced into a desperate situation, suddenly froze.
He no longer parried or dodged, not even as Wind Blades slashed across his cheeks, leaving bloody trails.
A crazed, scorching golden Flame ignited in his hollow eyes.
He slowly raised the Two-Handed Greatsword in his hands, its tip pointing straight at the sky.
"In the name of God, I shall become the light of this world and burn away all heresy..."
He chanted the ancient prayer in a fanatical, almost lyrical tone.
A terrifying, heart-stopping energy began to gather around him.
His entire being began to glow, not with the gentle, holy white light from before, but with a crimson-gold radiance filled with a destructive aura, like the core of the Sun!
The surrounding air began to warp and heat up.
"Not good!"
Alarm bells screamed in Raylo’s mind.
He immediately steered Baofeng into a hasty retreat while issuing an attack command to the avatar.
"Stop him!"
The Griffin avatar let out a fearless, long cry. Its wings whipped up the most violent of storms as it charged toward the ever-expanding "Little Sun."
But it was too late.
"Fiery Sun, Descend!"
Number Thirty-Five roared.
The next second, a real, miniature Sun bloomed violently in the sky above the battlefield!
Endless light and heat swept out in all directions with him at the center! 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
The light was so blinding that everyone below instinctively shut their eyes.
The temperature was so terrifying it seemed capable of burning a hole through the sky.
Bearing the brunt of the attack was the Griffin avatar that had charged forward without hesitation.
The Storm Magic it took pride in was instantly vaporized and melted the moment it touched the crimson-gold light, like snow meeting lava.
Immediately after, its entire body was completely devoured by the destructive, blazing light.
There was no scream, no struggle.
Under everyone’s gaze, the majestic Storm Griffin King Avatar was silently and completely erased by that "Fiery Sun," like a fragile mirage.
The light dissipated, and clarity returned to the sky.
Number Thirty-Five’s figure reappeared.
He floated in the air, gasping for breath. He was covered in blood, his Armor was completely shattered, and the pair of light wings on his back were so tattered they could barely maintain their form.
Evidently, that earth-shattering blow had pushed his own body to its absolute limit.
But he had won.
He had eliminated one opponent through a near-suicidal method.
Now, the situation had returned to the initial one-on-one duel.
He raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring death at Raylo in the distance. The corners of his mouth twisted into a savage, fanatical grin.
However, what he saw was Raylo’s unnervingly calm face.
Raylo just watched him quietly, his eyes holding a faint, almost imperceptible trace of pity.
Then, the Magic reappeared.
Beside Raylo, the void that had just settled down rippled once more, like the surface of water.
A brand-new, completely unharmed Storm Griffin King, its presence even more imposing than before, stepped proudly out of the void and let out a shriek that echoed through the clouds.
Time seemed to freeze in that instant.
In the Fiery Sun Kingdom’s camp, the flame of hope that had just been ignited by Number Thirty-Five’s desperate strike was instantly doused with a basin of ice-cold water, not even leaving behind a wisp of smoke.
The fanatical and savage expressions on the soldiers’ faces froze into a comical and absurd state of stupefaction.
Their mouths hung open as they stared blankly at the unbelievable scene in the sky, their minds completely void.
’Another... Another one?’
’What in the world is this Magic?’
’Are his Griffin avatars endless?’
’Then what was the point of Lord Thirty-Five’s earth-shattering, life-or-death blow that used up almost all his Power?’
’A joke?’
In the sky, Number Thirty-Five’s body trembled slightly.
It wasn’t from fear, but from the exhaustion of having depleted his Power, and the immense shock of his convictions collapsing.
He had lost.
His strongest, most prideful, life-risking strike had done nothing more than shatter a "toy" that his opponent could replenish at any time.
Raylo didn’t attack immediately. He just watched him calmly.
He knew the battle was already over.
Just as Raylo prepared to end the duel with a final attack, a voice rang out, echoing across the entire battlefield.
"We... surrender."
Following the voice, they saw it was none other than the Prince of Karachi from the Fiery Sun Kingdom.
The voice reverberated across the battlefield, bringing the Allied Army’s cheers to a crescendo and plunging the Fiery Sun Kingdom’s army into complete silence.
The Fiery Sun Kingdom... had taken the initiative to admit defeat.
Hearing this, Raylo, still in the sky, was also a little surprised.
He had thought they would put up a desperate fight and was prepared for another round.
He hadn’t expected this Prince to be so decisive.
He glanced at Number Thirty-Five, who was still hovering in the air, seemingly not yet having processed the command, and ultimately gave up the idea of landing a final blow.
With the opponent surrendering willingly, delivering a killing blow would be unbefitting of a Knight’s honor.
"Acknowledged."
Raylo responded concisely.
As his words fell, the Griffin avatar once again dissolved into motes of light and vanished into the air.
In the sky, only Raylo and his Baofeng remained.
He steered Baofeng to circle once in the air, accepting the fanatical, worshipful gazes of the Allied Army’s soldiers below, before slowly descending and returning to his own lines.
Three duels.
One win, one loss, one draw.
The Thunder Dragon Duchy and the Fiery Sun Kingdom had fought to a stalemate.
Raylo’s victory stirred up waves of ecstasy within the Allied Army’s camp.
The deafening cheers merged into a torrent that washed over the entire battlefield.
The soldiers raised their weapons high, venting their excitement and adoration with roars.
In stark contrast was the deathly silence from the Fiery Sun Kingdom’s side.
Their soldiers hung their heads, their fingers white from gripping their weapons so tightly, their faces a mixture of humiliation and indignation.
Just as the Allied Army’s cheers reached their peak, a dissonant voice once again pierced through the clamor of the battlefield.
"How can a war end without a victor!"
"If it’s just a draw, I imagine the Thunder Dragon Duchy isn’t willing to let things end here, are you?"
