Free Web Novel"That guy! It's him! The Lord of Red Tide!" Karke's furious roar was particularly jarring amidst the chaos.
He swung his battle-axe, and blue Battle Qi exploded around him like a wave of flames: "Follow me and kill him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, five streaks of light carrying deep blue Battle Qi leaped up simultaneously, like five hungry wolves pouncing on their target.
Charging with Karke was the core strength of Wulu's subordinates, all the strongest warriors of the barbarians.
In their tribes, they were all Blood Boiling powerhouses capable of tearing through battle formations alone. Among the barbarians, their names represented the glory of a hundred victories in a hundred battles.
The air vibrated with a low hum, the floor tiles cracked inch by inch, and flames intertwined with blood light.
Louis, however, stood still, his gaze as cold as a mirror.
Seeing this, Karke was overcome with joy, thinking the young Earl had been scared senseless.
"Got him!" He could almost see the burning corpse in the next moment.
However—just as the attack landed!
【Bloodline Talent · Absolute Defense】 activated.
Weil took a deep breath, and with the rhythm of his breathing, a faint red glow appeared on his body.
The light instantly spread into a translucent shield, enveloping him and Louis, like a flowing curtain of red water.
The surrounding air suddenly stilled.
The wind stopped, dust hung suspended, and even the sound of explosions seemed to be swallowed.
The moment the blue flames collided with the red curtain, five simultaneous strikes hit.
Boom!
The shockwave caused by the impact collapsed the arch of the corridor, sending stone fragments and blood-flames flying.
The floor tiles beneath Weil's feet shattered into a spiderweb pattern, his knees sinking slightly, his face pale, yet he still held on desperately.
The shield was as thin as water, yet as hard as steel.
The bombardment of five blue lights exploded on the outer layer of the shield, but didn't leave even a single crack.
The two figures under the red light seemed to be isolated in another world, the only peaceful place in the chaotic battlefield.
"How is this possible! This is impossible!"
Karke and the others stared at the shield in shock, finding it unbelievable that the full-force attack of their five Extraordinary Knights had been blocked.
That was the strongest combined attack of their tribe, a power capable of cutting through anything!
Although they didn't know what skill this was, the barbarian warriors, seeing Weil's pale appearance, understood that this defense wouldn't last long.
So they roared in unison again, brandishing their weapons once more, igniting their full Battle Qi, intending to break through the red shield.
Weil gritted his teeth and held on, blood churning within him. He anxiously said: "Lord Louis, we should retreat, I can't hold on much longer!"
He slowly retreated, trying to protect Louis and leave, but saw the young man still standing firm, his expression calm.
Louis merely glanced at him, his tone tranquil: "No need."
He raised his hand, and a faint red fireball ignited in his palm.
The simplest magic, yet so profound it seemed capable of devouring everything.
Because deep within the heart of the flame, tiny black vine patterns writhed—the power of Rage-Burning Thorns Garden.
He did not chant, and the flames spread through the air like silent flowers.
The next second, the bodies of the five Extraordinary barbarian warriors were simultaneously enveloped in flames. The eerie flames continuously invaded their bone marrow through their Battle Qi, causing excruciating pain.
But they could only grit their teeth, roaring in defiance and fighting back.
The roars shattered the air, like the dying cries of wild beasts.
"Ahhh! Kill him!"
"Break! Break for me!"
Their voices were hoarse to the point of distortion, as if trying to resist the flames themselves with their roars.
Their Battle Qi burned, blue flames intertwined with blood energy, surging like a storm, smashing against the red shield again and again.
The air vibrated, and the sounds of explosions, wails, and the roar of flames intertwined into a cruel symphony of death.
The sound of bones shattering and screams swallowed by the flame waves rose and fell.
"This is impossible! This is impossible!" Karke roared wildly, blue Battle Qi exploding again, accompanied by cries of pain and fear.
Weil watched this scene through the shield, the red light reflected in his eyes. He could almost hear the air trembling.
He felt that power devouring the opponent's Battle Qi, the blue flames gradually fading, and the fire beginning to consume their lives.
They were being burned alive—he whispered in his heart, his trembling hands suppressed by awe.
Outside, Karke's figure swayed, his roar gradually turning into a hoarse howl.
"Ah! No! No!" His energy was being drained by the eerie flames, the blue light dimming bit by bit, and his physical strength also vanishing.
That feeling of being hollowed out drove him almost insane, yet he still raised his battle-axe, continuously striking the protective layer.
The next moment, his body was swallowed.
The other warriors let out heart-wrenching screams, their voices blending into a hellish chorus.
Someone shrieked: "Mother!"
Someone clawed at their burning chest with bare hands, their nails breaking, flesh charred black.
The blue Battle Qi was finally swallowed by the crimson fire.
Their Battle Qi completely disintegrated, their armor burned, flesh evaporated, and bones turned to ash.
The screams were intermittent, until they completely dissipated, leaving only the low hum of the flames.
And from the beginning to the end of the battle, it was less than ten seconds—a process from resistance to despair.
Weil was stunned, his chest heaving violently, only his heartbeat and that low rumble remaining in his ears.
He looked at the lingering afterglow of the fire.
That was no longer the level of mortal magic, but a power that could make the soul tremble.
"This magic..." he murmured softly, gripping his spear, his expression complex, then that complexity transformed into fanaticism. "Lord Louis already possesses the strength of a Peak Knight."
Light shone in Weil's eyes; to serve such a Lord was the glory of his life.
A few steps away, Wulu was stealthily moving through the chaos, gripping a short knife and dagger, ambushing enemies from the shadows amidst the confusion.
His movements were swift and ruthless, targeting the weaknesses of the Knights' guards, slitting throats, stabbing hearts, cutting necks. Each strike was completed in a flash of blood.
Just as he was about to approach a Knight from behind again, he suddenly looked up.
At that moment, he saw the destructive firelight, a full five Extraordinary Knights swallowed in an instant.
Wulu froze, his mind blank.
That was—Karke—they were all the strongest of our clans—how could they all be wiped out by the same person?!
Wulu's heart almost plunged into an abyss, his dagger-wielding hand trembling.
At this moment, he finally understood that their so-called perfect ambush was nothing but a joke.
The reason the barbarians dared to stake their last lives was because they believed Frost Dragon Territory lacked high-level combat power.
Their advantage was the number of strong individuals.
But Louis, by himself, shattered all these premises.
The lingering light of the flames illuminated Wulu's terrified face. He murmured: "A young noble—how could he possess such power—"
The hope in his eyes was slowly extinguishing.
In the distance, the glow of the flames attracted more attention.
The terrified screams gradually merged into a clamor of human voices, and the entire manor was enveloped by that strange aura.
Asta, amidst the chaos, looked up at the fiery glow.
Even through the flames, he could see the young Lord's figure, calm and stern, like a monument standing firm in a storm.
He should have been afraid, but at this moment, his first reaction was anger and jealousy.
"It's him again—everyone's eyes are on him. Even this attack has become his stage—."
But his thoughts were immediately interrupted by the shouts of killing.
The guards shouted: "Your Highness, be careful! They're coming!" ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
Six barbarian Extraordinary Knights swiftly approached through the chaotic manor, using the firelight and smoke as cover.
Bloodstains and firelight flickered on their armor, their Battle Qi was deep blue, carrying a cold and violent killing intent.
Asta had over a dozen personal guard Knights around him, three of whom were Extraordinary Knights, and one of them was the elderly Seifer.
This old man was once the Deputy Commander of the Empire's Sixth Legion and also Asta's mentor.
Seifer's sword-drawing motion was still precise, the instinct «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» of a veteran general who had seen many battles.
Golden Battle Qi ignited on him, like burning flames, as if he had returned to the battle formations of the former Empire's Sixth Legion.
Although his power had waned, that imposing aura still made the barbarian warriors instinctively slow their pace.
"Your Highness, fall back!" he roared, golden Battle Qi exploding around him like burning flames.
The six barbarians pounced like wild beasts, blue Battle Qi colliding with golden light, the air trembling.
Sparks intertwined with blood-flames, and the sound of blades cutting through the air came from the end of the corridor.
In the first wave of impact, three personal guards were torn apart, blood splattering on the stone wall.
In the second wave of impact, Seifer met the leader, golden light exploding, mutually devouring the blue flames, the air exploding into a deafening roar.
"Go!"
Asta stumbled backward, his eyes filled with terror and twisted resentment.
He couldn't understand why the barbarians were here, why they were trying to kill him?
He had clearly planned an attack on Red Tide!
But at the edge of fear, a more despicable thought flashed in his mind.
If Seifer and the personal guards could delay them for a moment, he could escape and wait for the Knights outside to reinforce him.
"Stop them! Go!" he shrieked, his voice broken.
The former arrogance and royal dignity were long gone, replaced by a naked will to survive.
The six barbarians burned with Battle Qi, growing stronger with each fight, like out-of-control beasts.
Within ten seconds, the Knights fell one by one, blood staining the stone tiles.
Asta, however, fled in the chaos, slipping on blood, his eyes only on himself.
Seifer roared again, facing two opponents, his blade tearing through the air, golden light and blue flames intertwining into an arc of destruction.
Moments later, a dull explosion, Seifer was sent flying, crashing heavily against the wall, blood gushing from his mouth.
"Your Highness! Run!" Seifer shouted desperately, his voice swallowed by the firelight.
When Asta turned back, his gaze was cold and terrified, without a trace of hesitation on his face, only exposed fear and cowardice.
He didn't even look at Seifer, merely instinctively roared: "Stop them! You useless fools, stop them!"
Then he turned and pushed away an injured personal guard, using him as a shield, and desperately retreated backward.
Blood spread under his feet, and he almost tumbled and crawled away from the firelight.
Seifer knelt in the ruins, blood dripping from his sword, his eyes still fixed on Asta's retreating figure.
He wasn't surprised by Asta's escape; he had known for a long time that this young man was not fit to be called a king, but he still hoped that this young man he had watched grow up could escape.
Asta was surrounded by six barbarian warriors in the chaos and flames, howling miserably, his eyes filled with madness and unwillingness.
He still shouted: "Save me!"
But the people around him had already scattered, and the bodies of the personal guards lay at his feet.
The next second, a battle-axe swept across, Asta's chest was cut open, and a mist of blood shot into the sky.
He fell to the ground, blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth, his hands still grasping forward in vain.
Louis's figure was reflected in his eyes, the young man calm as a god in the flames.
Jealousy, malice, and deep unwillingness flashed in his eyes.
The moment his breath stopped, his pupils were still fixed on that direction, as if to engrave that figure into his soul.
Seifer watched this scene, completely frozen.
Crimson light reflected in his eyes, tears and blood mixed together, flowing down his temples, as he murmured: "It has come to this after all—"
And throughout the manor, the chaos spread even faster.
The courtyard fountain had long been shattered, water and blood mixing into shallow puddles.
Fleeing nobles and servants tripped over each other, some falling into the pond, struggling desperately.
Several maids and attendants rushed into the corridors of the house, trying to escape the fire, but were trapped inside by collapsed door beams.
Guards outside shouted: "Get inside quickly!"
The roars of the barbarians rose and fell in the night, their Battle Qi flickering in the dark red firelight.
Some hid in the side hall, some scurried into the servants' quarters, doors were smashed, and cries and shouts for help rose and fell.
The entire manor, inside and out, became a burning labyrinth; no corner was safe anymore.
The entire banquet hall spewed out heat waves and smoke, wails, roars, and the clang of metal intertwined into a single cacophony, even the walls cracked and powdered under the violent clash of Battle Qi.
Firelight dyed the night sky red, blood and flames intertwined in the city into a hellish scene, barely ten minutes after the barbarians rushed into the banquet.
Just then, the roar of warhorses came from the south gate.
The Red Tide Knights commanded by Lambert, like an iron torrent returned from hell, their warhorses crushing the snow, their iron hooves like thunder.
Battle Qi burned in the night into crimson flame light, spear tips shone with cold light, the Knights formed a formation like a tide.
They were like war gods descended from heaven, wearing red cloaks, Battle Qi flowing between their armor, the firelight making them shine like deities.
"Charge!" Lambert roared.
Knight Regiment swept in like a flood, spears thrusting out, blade light cutting through the flames.
Each collision erupted with a piercing clang of metal, the barbarians' roars drowned out by the thunderous sound of Red Tide Battle Qi.
Red flames and blue Battle Qi tangled in the night sky into a dazzling, chaotic current.
The Red Tide Knights' line was like a wall of flames, pressing in from the front, tearing through the barbarian formation.
Lambert wielded his spear-sword, a sweeping strike unleashing Battle Qi that surged like a storm, sending several barbarians flying, blood splattering on the spot.
Arriving before Louis, Lambert dismounted, his armor still dripping with fresh blood.
He knelt on one knee and said in a low voice: "Lord Louis, I am late."
Louis looked up at the night sky illuminated by the flames, his voice low: "Cast the net. Keep a few important figures, kill the rest."
The nobles watched this scene as if witnessing a miracle.
They looked at the Red Tide banner, at the young Lord still standing firm in the flames, and wept aloud.
