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At the other end of the Aguillon Mountains.
After Tifet had safely delivered Yasthia to a secure location, he intended to turn back to provide support. However, before he could take more than a few steps, he collapsed to the ground with a thud. Blood gushed from multiple wounds on his chest, thighs, back, shoulders, and even his neck. He was gravely injured; despite being at level 11, he had only managed to delay the Second Rank White. If it weren't for his understanding of Dort's unique combat techniques and the tremendous price he had paid, he would have likely died on the spot.
"You're awake?" Yasthia said, her face weary and haggard.
"How long was I unconscious?" Tifet's voice was weak.
"Two minutes," Yasthia replied honestly. With her level 5 magical power, she certainly couldn't have awakened Tifet so quickly; it was more due to Tifet's own robust constitution and recovery abilities that far exceeded those of his peers.
Tifet wasn't surprised; he was clearly aware of his own body. His gaze reflected a sense of helplessness. Despite his efforts to ensure Your Highness's safety, with the enemy being that woman, reclaiming the Heart of Agou would be exceedingly difficult. Moreover, with only the capabilities of the Deer Lion Dog trio, the support they could provide was quite limited, and casualties were even a possibility...
A mage graduated from the Holy Academy who had experienced large-scale battles—losing any one of such elite individuals would be a significant loss for the Empire. But what truly concerned Tifet was not this; his original intention had been to invite Garen to join the Left Knight Order. If he were to sacrifice himself in such a place, that would be the real loss!
"What about over there?" Tifet struggled to rise but found himself too weak to lift his upper body.
"Over there..." Yasthia looked toward the Southern Suburbs. She had just begun to speak when her voice faltered.
Through the roaring flames, she saw a figure—one person, wielding a sword, cleaving through the layers of encroaching fire, defending the Watchtower behind him.
Yasthia fell into a daze as a phrase echoed in her mind—a joke Garen had casually mentioned moments ago.
"Not a step back..."
In the depths of the Vast Sea of Flames, the temperature was high enough to incinerate even the volcanic giants.
Although both were at level 12, Sundgoth's veins flowed with the bloodline of dragons, recognized across the continent as a superior lineage. Furthermore, facing Sundgoth again, it seemed even more powerful than before in the Black Dragon Mountain Range!
Its massive form shimmered with a dark red glow, and on its surface, the black dragon scales were intertwined with faint bloodlines that surged forth from the flames, far exceeding the power of a level 12 creature!
Clearly, this was all the doing of the Red-Clad Woman.
With a sharp sound, Garen cleaved a massive fireball in two with his sword, sending the halves flying to either side and crashing into the distant mountains, erupting in brilliant flames. In that moment, another fire serpent slithered toward Garen. With a loud crack, his pitch-black Magic Armor trembled, and the spikes on his left shoulder shattered!
Just as the Magic Armor fractured, Garen's Storm Vault surged within him, channeling a vast amount of Fighting Spirit that swiftly restored his Magic Armor to its full integrity!
"Sir Garen! Let's go!" At that moment, Inu shouted from not far away. He was surrounded by a red glow that temporarily separated him from the sea of flames. Lu had just completed a healing spell, and his injuries had finally stabilized.
In their corner, a complex and mysterious magic circle slowly rotated. Inu held a scroll in his hand, continuously channeling energy into the magic circle.
"This small teleportation array can accommodate four people; escaping this hellish place is not an issue!" Inu yelled at Garen. "Sir Garen, give it up! The Watchtower can't hold!"
"You all go first." Garen's lips moved slightly as he raised his Stormblade high.
"Stop holding on! You have no idea how terrifying that woman is!" Inu pointed at Su Ye above Sundgoth, his tone becoming agitated. "That woman gave her blood to the Black Dragon; once it merges with her blood, its dragon flames will reach Second Rank!"
"That woman's blood is definitely not as simple as you think!"
"Give it up! The Watchtower can be rebuilt, but staying here like this is absolutely not the right choice!"
However, Garen remained indifferent to the barking of the hounds. His dark Magic Armor shattered and healed repeatedly, countless times. At that moment, Garen suddenly drove his Greatsword into the ground!
At the same time, a Golden Greatblade emerged above Sundgoth's head with a hum, spanning the sky like a celestial chasm, exuding a solemn and Holy aura!
With a thunderous crash, the Blade of Fearlessness and Bravery struck Sundgoth's back, causing its massive form to sink several dozen meters before it quickly pushed itself back up!
Su Ye gazed at the Golden Greatblade on the dragon's back, a flicker of intrigue crossing his eyes as he said something to Sundgoth.
Sundgoth's vertical pupils widened, letting out a deafening roar. A massive fireball began to coalesce in front of it, swirling with intense heat before hurtling towards Garen with a resounding boom!
"Damn it!" At that moment, Deer Lion Dog and the others also threw caution to the wind, rushing out of the magic circle's range in an attempt to drag Garen into the teleportation array.
With a tremendous roar! The giant fireball struck Garen, instantly creating a massive crater in the ground around him. An invisible force erupted outward, sending Deer Lion Dog and his companions flying.
As the flames gradually subsided, Garen's tall figure still stood firm!
On Garen's body, the Magic Armor shattered into fragments and vanished at a speed even Storm Vault struggled to keep up with. From afar, his Black Armor lay in tatters, revealing a body covered in blood that was quickly evaporating under the intense heat, turning crimson!
Such a level of impact was beginning to take its toll on Garen. He could clearly feel the blood within him diminishing; his strength was slowly ebbing away...
Yes... blood...
This sensation felt reminiscent of that dream where blood thrived under high temperatures, constantly evaporating, disappearing into nothingness... as if it had never existed...
What was unique compared to that dream was the regenerative ability of blood...
"Resilience!"
At that moment, Garen suddenly straightened his back, unleashing an emerald hue of Fighting Spirit that swirled around him in wisps of green energy. In an instant, the blood within Garen surged back to life, flowing like a raging river unleashed!
Yes, this was the feeling...
It was as if he stood on the edge of life and death... unable to feel his body or the surrounding environment... only the roar of blood within him!
Berfant's essence radiated a dazzling red light...
In this moment, Garen fully grasped the sensations from his dream...
The blood seemed to roar, boiling.
Burning!
Garen's eyes were a fierce crimson, flecked with glimmers of gold, as he raised Stormblade and thrust it forward once more!
"Buzz!"
Above Sundgoth's head, a second Blade of Fearlessness and Bravery suddenly appeared!
The second Golden Greatblade crashed down onto Sundgoth's back with a thunderous sound, causing its recently stabilized body to lose control and plummet to the ground with a resounding thud!
...
Not far away, the Deer Lion Dog trio scrambled to their feet and looked up to witness this scene.
"Foolish! Absurd!" The Hound of the Abyss snarled, clearly still furious at Garen's persistence. "This black dragon has been merging Solomon's blood; unless it is Second Rank power, no matter how powerful the strike, it cannot inflict substantial damage!"
"This big idiot! Doesn't he fear death?!"
Following the dog's gaze, they saw Sundgoth being battered by two Golden Greatblades, looking somewhat disheveled. Yet, despite the blood flowing from its body, it was slowly managing to stand up again...
It unleashed a fireball from its massive mouth, charging once more at Garen!
"Is he looking for death?!" the dog roared.
"Dog, look..." At that moment, the deer suddenly raised a hand and pointed to the sky.
There, against the pitch-black night...
The third Golden Greatblade emerged!
Garen stood directly in front of the Watchtower, clad in Magic Armor as dark as night. Golden Lightning coursed through him, entwined with an Emerald Battle Aura. At that moment, his body was also enveloped in burning Bloodlight!
"He has balanced it... he has managed to balance it!"
The dog suddenly realized something and couldn't help but murmur.
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