Free Web NovelRed mist swirled in the air, and enraged flowers bloomed silently within the dead, emitting an eerie red glow. The battlefield was like a purgatory of flesh and blood. Young Knight Renard hid behind a rock, his chest heaving violently, his longsword trembling uncontrollably.
His comrades, Joss, Michelle, and Taran, had been fighting shoulder to shoulder with him just moments before, but now they lay amidst the chaos, their faces distorted beyond recognition by rage and vines.
“Madness—” Renard stammered.
He had seen Taran’s eyes turn red under the red mist, heard him roar as he plunged his longsword into a friend’s back, as if he no longer recognized his former comrade.
On the other side, an Icefield Wolf roared and leaped, pinning down a Broken Edge Army Knight, its sharp teeth tearing through his skull.
Red mist then rose, and the body quickly split open, vines writhing like blood snakes, forming a twisted garden of flesh and blood under the firelight.
“Run!” He heard someone shout in the distance.
Renard also wanted to flee, wanted to turn and leave this hell, but his legs wouldn’t obey, only trembling slightly.
However, at that moment, a thunderous voice echoed across the battlefield: “Charge with me!!!”
The voice struck his heart like a hammer. Renard suddenly looked up, and through the sky-high blood mist and residual light of enraged flowers, he saw that familiar figure.
It was a man like a giant tower, clad in dark blue heavy armor, wielding a massive hammer, riding into the cracked snow, like a hero from ancient legends.
Duke Edmund, the Empire’s hardest shield.
Behind him, hundreds of elite Cold Iron Legion Knights followed closely, the ground rumbling like a landslide, each one with firm eyes, not one retreating.
“Charge with me!!!”
Hearing this, Renard’s heart felt like a bell had been struck hard.
He gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground. Though his hands and feet were still trembling, he inexplicably raised his sword.
“Go! Follow!!!” He roared and charged out, joining the surging iron current.
Duke Edmund took a deep breath of the snowy wind. The coldness felt as if it could freeze his heart, yet it made his thoughts as clear as a blade.
He raised his massive hammer high, the muscles beneath his armor taut as steel, and the Knight’s talent buried in his bloodline instantly ignited.
“War Gravity, activate!!!”
An invisible pulse rippled out like an earthquake.
The Frost Giants in front roared in unison. The monsters, which had been advancing separately, collectively turned as if ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ pulled, their gazes locked on the man charging like a god.
Rage instinct, hatred instinct, all were projected onto Edmund alone.
The three closest Frost Giants roared and lunged, the snow ground exploding, enraged flower vines flying, like colossal beasts of the apocalypse.
He did not slow down; instead, he accelerated his charge, his long hammer spinning and kicking up icy winds.
Three Frost Giants roared and lunged. Each of them was ten meters tall, enraged flower vines writhing on their massive bodies, like apocalyptic shadows breaking through the sky.
But Edmund did not slow down at all; instead, he suddenly spurred his horse, which neighed and leaped forward, his warhammer raised high, like a blizzard tearing through the air.
The foremost Frost Giant swung its vine-axe, bringing down a bloody wind.
“Hooah!” Edmund roared, sweeping his warhammer out horizontally. freēwēbnovel.com
Metal and wood-bone collided, shockwaves exploding!
He forcibly resisted the power of the axe strike, used the momentum of his charge to brush past, and then slammed his hammer into the giant’s knee joint.
“Crack!”
Its kneecap shattered, and it howled in pain, crashing into the snow, crushing several barbarian soldiers following behind into a pulp.
The second giant was about to strike but was evaded by Edmund, who turned and suddenly leaped diagonally from the side, smashing his hammer into the connection between its leg tendon and waist.
The blow was as precise as surgery, yet it exploded like thunder.
The giant’s entire side collapsed, letting out a piercing shriek. After struggling for a few steps, it fell to the ground, its corpse like a collapsing mountain, kicking up a large cloud of snow dust.
The ground rumbled and trembled. A Frost Giant, five meters taller than its peers, appeared, wielding twin hammers made of giant rock and vine bone, its eyes burning with enraged flowers like flames.
It stared at Edmund and suddenly charged!
“Come on,” the Duke murmured, then suddenly dismounted, gripping his heavy hammer with both hands.
The Giant King roared, bringing both hammers down with the force of a collapsing mountain.
Edmund let out a low roar, and his warhammer collided with it head-on!
“Boom!!!”
The ground cracked and snow shattered. An impact wave exploded from the center of their collision, knocking over surrounding barbarian soldiers and Knights!
Edmund retreated five steps, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but his figure stood like a mountain, unyielding!
Then he gritted his teeth and roared, suddenly leaping up, bringing his hammer down!
This time, it struck the base of the Giant King’s thigh!
“Thud!”
The thigh bone shattered, vines burst apart, and the Giant King’s body swayed, suffering another heavy blow from the side, falling to one knee!
Edmund didn’t wait for it to catch its breath, his enraged hammer spinning through the air and crashing down on the lower part of its neck!
“Shatter!”
The terrifying king fell heavily, its massive body crashing into the middle of the canyon.
The Knights, witnessing this scene, felt as if the hope of war was igniting in the cold snow.
“For the Duke! For the North!!!”
Someone shouted it first, and the next moment, it was like a long-suppressed volcano erupting.
Tens of thousands of soldiers roared in unison, their shouts piercing the clouds and splitting rocks, even the red mist seemed to be dispersed for a moment.
The front line advanced instantly.
The Knights surged out like a breached mountain flood, heavy armor crushing snow, iron hooves shattering ice, various weapons tearing through enraged vines and flesh.
Edmund did not stop either. He personally wielded his hammer and charged into the enemy ranks, carving out a bloody path like a god of war!
On the left and right flanks, the Silver Fang Army and the Broken Edge Army also charged out from the second defensive line, grappling and tearing at the vine beasts, exchanging lives for lives, blood for blood.
Three-sided encirclement!
At this moment, the allied forces gained the upper hand.
Unfortunately, the good situation did not last long, and a sudden change occurred.
In an instant, the sky seemed to be torn by an angry giant hand, the entire sky plunging into a dark abyss.
A colossal shadow, over twenty meters tall, slowly rose. It was not a creature but an existence born from rage itself.
Rage wrapped around its bones, blood vines entwined its body, and pulse-like enraged flowers burst forth on its back and head. Magma-like red light seeped from within its body, illuminating the entire battlefield.
And on the giant’s shoulder, a figure stood, like a king judging all things.
He was clad in vine armor, a burning enraged flower cloak trailing behind him, and a crown of thorns writhed on his head like a blood crown. The entire person seemed no longer mortal, but a master resonating with this land of rage.
Titus Frostfire.
He had not spoken, but the rage had already begun to respond.
Angry red light poured down from the giant’s body, sweeping across the entire battlefield like a burning tide of rage.
Every ray of light was a seed of fury.
The barbarian corpses trembled and writhed at the call of the rage, their skin cracking, flesh swelling, muscles and bones twitching and coiling like ropes.
Enraged vines burst from their chests, entwining their limbs and remaining bones, forming enraged vines with no will, knowing only to tear and kill, rushing towards the Knight’s defensive line that had not yet retreated!
At the same time, the barbarian soldiers who were not yet dead, those madmen already near their limits, completely lost control in the angry red light.
Their muscles swelled, tearing their armor, their teeth split into fangs, and liquefied red blood of rage flowed from their eye sockets.
Rage filled their marrow, and they howled like ignited beasts, wielding heavy weapons, tearing through Knight shield formations, and knocking flying cavalry warhorses!
“Be careful!!!”
A centurion of the Silver Fang Army shouted, but before he could even raise his shield to defend, he was knocked flying head-on by a berserk barbarian soldier. His heavy armor chest was directly dented into a vortex, flesh and armor exploding together!
The Broken Edge Army’s defensive line was split and penetrated by enraged vine corpses, two young Knights fighting back-to-back, defending a passage.
One was entangled by enraged vines around his ankle and dragged into a pile of corpses. Before his scream could escape, the dead man’s vine-flower bit through his helmet, blood spurting several feet!
The other retreated in horror, his long spear trembling, but was suddenly run through the throat by a fallen comrade charging from behind. That comrade’s eyes were hollow, no longer human.
The battlefield, as if hell had opened.
Battle flags burned in the tide of rage, Knights fled, fought, and roared amidst the bodies of their comrades.
Vines entangled, enraged flowers grew wildly, and red mist assailed them, almost suffocating them.
Just before despair could swallow morale, Duke Edmund’s figure still stood like a mountain on the front line.
His blood-stained armor was red, his massive hammer hung low, but his voice was strong: “Silver Fang, Broken Edge, hold the flanks! Cold Iron Knights, follow me to slay the King!”
If Titus was not cut down, the rage pulse would pour down like rain, and the allied forces would have no way to resist!
And Edmund understood this point, so he had to kill the source first.
So the North’s strongest heavy armored Knight order charged towards Titus.
The Knights, in a wedge formation, followed the Duke, breaking through the center head-on, crashing into a death jungle woven from enraged vines, corpse walls, and blood pools!
For every ten steps forward, a high-ranking Knight fell from his warhorse, entangled by red vines and dragged into the bloody mud.
But the sacrifice of one would surely lead to the fall of dozens of barbarian soldiers.
Edmund charged at the front, followed closely by thirty-seven Extraordinary Knights, all seasoned generals who had survived various bloody battles in the North.
The Enraged Crown Giant roared, shaking the sky, its four arms swinging in unison, stirring up a continuous storm of vine whips!
A young Knight was immediately swept high into the air, his flesh exploding, his body devoured by enraged flowers.
“Don’t stop! Keep pushing forward!!!” Edmund roared, his eyes bloodshot, being the first to break through the formation.
Then he let out a sudden roar, his battle aura exploding around him, a blazing light radiating from beneath his heavy armor.
“War Gravity!”
A heavy, star-like aura unfolded with a roar. The Enraged Crown Giant’s massive head suddenly turned, its eyes, filled with enraged flowers, locked onto him.
The next moment, the giant roared and lunged!
“Roar—!!!”
Edmund, however, showed no evasion. He spurred his warhorse to full speed, charging against the enemy!
“Boom!!!”
The heavy hammer directly collided with the vine giant’s arm, dark blue battle aura instantly flaring, the air twisting like boiling water!
With a “crack-crack” of bone-shattering sound, the giant’s entire arm shattered in the sonic boom!
Edmund’s figure used the force to flip and leap out, like a meteor streaking between the vine-flowers!
At this point, the Extraordinary Knights behind had already pressed forward, unleashing their respective bloodline talents!
“Blaze Spirit Charge!”
A spear of crimson flame, like lightning striking the ground, pierced the giant’s knee tendon, erupting in a spray of angry blood and scorched vines!
“Wind Fang Six-Strike!”
Two silver blurs consecutively unleashed six wind blades, fiercely cleaving open the vine chest armor, revealing the bloody core of rage within!
“Thunder-Guided Heavy Strike!”
On the other side, a Knight galloped close, thrusting a heavy sword, piercing the central core of rage.
With a “snap,” the entire blooming enraged flower instantly collapsed! freēwēbηovel.c૦m
The Enraged Crown Giant roared and retreated, its body swaying precariously.
Even an old Broken Edge Knight gritted his teeth and roared, igniting several Magic Bombs on his waist.
He leaped up, and with a raging fire, plunged himself deep into the giant’s throat!
“Boom!!!”
Like thunder falling to earth, a fiery mushroom cloud exploded from the giant’s throat, its intense light engulfing half the view!
The giant whimpered and fell backward, its massive body like a mountain crashing down on the enraged flower garden, petals flying, blood mist surging.
And Titus’s body, like a broken puppet, fell from the shoulder of the crashing Enraged Crown Giant, hitting the blood-stained snow in the center of the battlefield with a heavy thud.
The dull impact sound seemed to shake the entire canyon, crimson vine tendrils and shattered enraged flower petals flew everywhere, like a bizarrely blooming funeral.
At that moment, everyone thought he was dead.
But the next second, the earth began to writhe.
“...No!”
A Knight was about to step forward to confirm, but his eyes suddenly widened.
The ground where Titus fell trembled like a living thing, and hot red vine veins spread from the cracks, pulsing like a heartbeat, creating a writhing mound of flesh and blood.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dozens of inverted blood vines grew wildly from underground, lifting the “corpse” high!
This was not self-preservation; this was a sacrifice!
Titus’s body convulsed violently in the air, his helmet shattered, his eyeballs already burst by enraged flowers, and vine tendrils frantically drilled out of his mouth and nose.
His body cracked inch by inch, twisted and reassembled, vines passing through joints, tearing muscles, reshaping him into a grotesque existence.
Titus’s consciousness had actually been completely extinguished long ago. This broken body was merely a vessel controlled by rage.
He was no longer Titus Frostfire.
But the incarnation of Rage-Burning Thorns Garden!
He slowly spread his arms, and enraged vines spread across the battlefield like tentacles. A domain of flesh and blood quietly formed, and a new hell had opened.
The next instant, red mist surged from his body like a raging tide, covering the battlefield!
“Cover your mouths and noses! Quick!!!”
The Knights shouted, but it was too late.
That was not ordinary red mist, but concentrated rage released after burning countless wills of blood.
Even with special masks and bitter medicine, they could not withstand the mental shock mixed in this rage.
It was a madness that stained the marrow, a pollution that transcended the physical and targeted the soul!
“Ah ah ah ah ah!!!”
An Extraordinary Knight suddenly clutched his head and fell to his knees, his eyes red, blood tears streaming. His armor was pierced by enraged vines, his eyes burned with rage, and the next second he actually swung his sword at his own teammate!
“We cannot lose—”
Another Cold Iron Knight gritted his teeth, his long spear trembling, but ultimately he could not resist the raging fire whispering and writhing in his ears, completely losing his sanity, roaring and lunging at allied forces.
One after another.
Even Duke Edmund himself felt a heavy pressure clinging to his mind.
Had they failed?
He felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness, his thoughts rapidly swallowed by chaos.
But at this very moment!
“Boom!!!”
A loud sound shattered the deadly silence!
In the red mist, a wind tore through the fog.
It was a clear, cold scent, like the fragrance of flowers and leaves in the early spring dawn, startling them awake!
Edmund’s consciousness felt as if it had been suddenly yanked back by a large hand.
He suddenly opened his eyes, breathing rapidly, his blood vessels throbbing violently.
“This scent—is it—?”
He turned to look, only to see a crimson, fire-like banner, fluttering in the wind on a high slope at one end of the canyon!
