"Where?" He quickly caught sight of a figure. Lusat was ten meters away. No, he appeared and vanished instantly, like an elusive ghost, and when he reappeared, he was far away. Not a bit more, not a bit less, just like it had been measured precisely with a ruler—exactly one hundred and fifty meters! Is this what a monster is? His scalp tingled.
The last bit of Starlight movement had drained his magic power completely, and Lusat clearly didn't know this. It was like a spring experiment; when seven-tenths of the force couldn't compress the spring, instinct from thousands of experiments made him use full force directly. Anyway, with the primeval glintstone, he wasn't worried about insufficient magic power.
Amidst the clicking sound of joints, he raised his hands, as if embracing the stars above the dome. Hum... The air resonated. Without any sigils, magic power formed a vortex. They circled, they condensed, and finally, after a few seconds, formed a comet dragging a long tail.
The comet hovered above Lusat's head, and without any hesitation or nonsense, it flew straight toward Throne, who was charging forward. What kind of magic is this? A ball of magic light as big as a small building looked incredibly exaggerated, and the energy contained within was enough to make anyone tremble. He couldn't block it; even if he used Thopss Barrier in his prime, he couldn't block it!
His intuition had already told Throne the result. He would be wiped out along with the entire magic town, and the extreme speed left no time to consider. Should he retreat now, or use Ranni's power to fight one more time? His hand was placed on the ring, but in the end, he didn't take out the doll, because he didn't know if 'Dark Moon' could block this power. There was no time to hesitate.
His armor was already emitting white smoke due to the high temperature, and the patterns meticulously carved by Boar were beginning to melt. Facing this comet that could swallow ten of him, Throne raised his sword, his flushed face full of wild laughter—
"Slash!!" "Well said!!!" Bang! A meteorite fell in front of Throne, and the shockwave blew him away. What happened??
He flew in the air, staring ahead intently, and discovered that it wasn't a meteorite. A thick scarlet cloak billowed, and the tall back looked like a mountain peak. The red plume on the helmet fluttered, resembling a lion's mane. "Isn't it just a comet?" The man's robust, loud laughter entered his ears. He opened his thick arms, facing the huge comet. Hum... A deep purple barrier unfolded.
The comet collided with it, causing the air to explode. The man's legs sank into the ground, retreating meter by meter, and the comet also slowed down, finally solidifying in mid-air. The man hugged it, and his bent knees kicked upward—
Bang!! The ground subsided, and the jumping stone slabs turned into powder. "Just push it back!"
The comet flew into the sky and then exploded with a bang a hundred meters above the ground. Boom—rumble—
The sky brightened tenfold in an instant, the shockwave of the energy burst cleared the clouds, and the wind pressure pinned the mages who came to support to the ground. Even Throne covered his face. This is... Throne widened his eyes slightly. The energy scouring slowed his thoughts.
Then, he saw the robust man turn around, revealing golden armor and a serious square face. General Radahn! This hero who descended from the sky didn't introduce himself, but just stretched out a broad palm. "Warrior, can you still fight?" In a scene of the apocalypse, Throne was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't expected the target he wanted to assassinate to suddenly appear in front of him.
A moment later, a warrior's instinct had already answered for him. The two hands gripped tightly, and the swordsman stood up. "Yes!!"
General Radahn dropped from the sky and landed squarely before Throne. There was no tense standoff, no formal introductions. Warrior instincts took over. Throne studied the man's stern, chiseled face and saw raw admiration burning in Radahn's eyes.
Throne's mind didn't linger on the oddity of the moment. Radahn's actions pulled him forward. Two metallic clangs rang out as Radahn drew his crescent-shaped Starscourge Greatswords. He grinned. "You can still fight? Then let's go." "Good," Throne said with a nod. His grip tightened on his blade. A faint 'zi' whispered through the air.
Radahn vanished. Gone. Throne blinked. How—? The General's massive frame moved like a ghost, light and silent. In an instant, he'd leapt dozens of meters. Meteors streaked through the sky, obliterating buildings but missing their target completely. Radahn closed the distance to Lusat in a heartbeat.
His greatsword cleaved downward, shattering the house Lusat stood on. But Lusat wasn't slow—he flashed away, teleporting in rapid bursts, hurling meteors in retaliation. The fight escalated beyond anything Throne had seen, even surpassing the Valkyrie's clash with Godrick. Bodies blurred. Buildings crumpled like paper.
Throne's heart pounded. This wasn't cold observation anymore. He shifted into Unseen Form, dual blades in hand, and charged toward the fray. He leapt across the ruins, circling the battlefield's edge. Radahn's fist clenched as he spotted the assassin, his focus split between Throne and Lusat.
Rubble and bricks tore upward, swirling into a storm that collided with Lusat's meteors. The energies exploded in the center. Boom! Debris scattered like shrapnel. Throne crossed his blades before his face, sparks spraying across the steel. He glanced up. A beam of purple light pierced the dust—Gravity Well.
It moved faster than any spell, shattering a second meteor mid-air before slamming into Lusat's chest. Ding—bang! The sound of an arrowhead striking something hard echoed, followed by a heavy thud. Throne felt a storm brewing to his left. He steadied himself and lunged into the rising dust.
The fountain that once stood there was obliterated. He sliced through a jet of water shooting skyward. Lusat lay sprawled on the ground, a spear-like arrow embedded in his chest. Purple arcs crackled around it, pulling stray particles back into place. Starlight movement—broken?
Throne's eyes widened. He'd never seen that cheap magic fail before. But his body didn't hesitate. He stopped before Lusat, paused for a heartbeat, then raised his dual blades high. Secret Sword: Dragon Slash! Storm and dragon power merged. Dust and water vapor scattered instantly. Two pure white blade lights descended—
Clang!! Sparks erupted.
The blade cut into the magic master's crystallized shoulder, lodging deep in his chest. The recoil sent blood spraying from Throne's hand. So hard. His bones rattled. He'd put everything into that strike—enough to split a steel chariot in two—but it hadn't even severed an arm. Lusat wasn't flesh and blood anymore. He was more like a living staff.
Without any movement, nine light purple meteors had appeared above their heads, surrounding them in a ring. His breathing stopped for a moment, but Throne didn't have the feeling of impending doom, because a moment later, a tall figure landed silently behind Lusat, and two Starscourge Greatswords swept across simultaneously. Crack—
Emeralds flew in the air.
Throne watched as the magic master's indestructible body turned into two halves. A glowing stone flew out from the body; that was the primeval glintstone that Sellen dreamed of, and ever since this stone flew out, the stone-like crystalline body shattered with a bang. Throne looked at that stone. Some kind of instinct was attracting his gaze.
That feeling was somewhat like the One Ring, as if it had a fatal attraction to Primeval Sorcerers, until a large hand firmly grasped it in its palm, and he then woke up. "Not bad, kid." Radahn didn't notice Throne's strange state just now. Throne's mouth twitched, and he replied gloomily: "If you could solve it alone, why did you have to call me?"
"Hahaha, fighting side by side with a warrior is an enjoyment in itself. It's a pity you are a bit weak, otherwise, the honor of defeating Lusat would have been yours!" Radahn didn't feel any arrogance, grinned, and asked with interest:
"By the way, what is your name." Throne pondered for a moment. Looking at those bold eyes, he knew that a pseudonym was unnecessary.
Dealing with such a person, being frank was best. He just didn't know how to make up his background. "My name is Throne., from..." "No need to say. Regardless of whether you are from the Raya Lucaria Academy or any other faction, based on your performance just now, calling yourself a warrior is enough!" Radahn suddenly reached out to stop him, looking uninterested.
Seeing Throne raise his eyebrows, his smile grew even wider. "Even if you want to kill me, that's fine, but before you start, it's best to say so." What... what confidence. Throne was speechless. He was fearless of any conspiracy; as long as it was a warrior he acknowledged, their background didn't matter at all.
No wonder the Radahn Festival dared to invite warriors from all over the world, no wonder he dared to welcome any hero's challenge. Radahn was clearly telling the whole The Lands Between:
My head is right here; if you have the ability, come and take it. Throne hesitated for a moment, withdrew his sword, and nodded: "Understood." "Hm, decisive personality.
No wonder you dared to face Lusat directly." Radahn nodded heavily, throwing the incomparably precious primeval glintstone in his hand casually, which the Grand Sage Edred hurriedly caught. "General." The Grand Sage's face turned from pale to white. "Edred, keep it well. Don't make the same mistake next time. Sometimes cleverness causes harm, and don't make decisions for me."
Radahn looked sideways, and that gaze made the Grand Sage break out in cold sweat. This was no reckless brute; clearly, he had long understood that his own actions had been counterproductive. If he had just honestly guarded Sellia, Radahn would have crushed all demons and monsters, but his taking matters into his own hands had made things so urgent. "Yes, Your Highness."
The Grand Sage bowed properly. He had wanted to say that Throne's origin was unknown, but he had to keep it in his heart. "Very good!" Radahn nodded heavily, looked at the wound on his shoulder, and his gaze gradually sharpened: "Scarlet Rot? I didn't expect these rats to be mixed up with them. You go to heal, and then put out the fire in the town." "Understood, disperse."
Edred hurriedly ordered, preparing to speak, but saw that Radahn had already turned sideways. General Radahn looked at Throne, who was exhausted from a night of fierce fighting, but he still asked seriously: "Where is the enemy?" "The central swamp and Sages Town." "Good, can you still fight?" Throne opened his mouth, feeling his exhausted body, and looked at those battle-hungry eyes.
He nodded again. "Yes." "Then follow me, and let's go crush those things together!" Radahn flicked his cloak and bent his knees slightly. Bang—
Before Throne could react, the sweeping airflow had made him take a half-step back, only to see a 'cannonball' fly into the sky, actually crossing the southern mountains directly. Ah, this... how do I follow?
Throne's cheeks twitched, and he looked back at the equally stunned Edred, who had a thousand questions bottled up in his heart, even feeling that this guy who popped out of nowhere had a connection with the previous magic lecturer. This was a hidden danger, but Radahn's gaze just now still lingered in his mind. For this general of his, he was truly helpless.
Throne didn't know yet that the word 'warrior' carried immense weight in Radahn's mouth. Even among the Redmane Knights, very few could be praised like this, but when the Grand Sage recalled the longsword that had slashed toward the destructive comet just now, he felt this title wasn't an exaggeration at all.
Regardless of strength, as long as it was a warrior, even if they drew a sword against General Radahn, he would meet them with a laugh. "Lead a warhorse here and send this gentleman!" This bad old man, why is he so cooperative? Throne was very surprised. He had just been calculating how to fool the other party.
After all, this old man was ruthless when playing chess before, sparing no cost; he was clearly a cunning strategist under General Radahn. He mounted the warhorse, looked up to the south, and had a hurried meeting with Radahn, which left him full of questions. But for this General Radahn, thinking over and over, there were only four words—
Unmasked Dominance!
With General Radahn's arrival, the overall situation was settled. The originally deadlocked battlefield suddenly became clear. Local garrison troops raised their flags and advanced, launching counterattacks from all directions, trying to end this farce that had lasted all night. On the other hand, the commander of the Primeval Sorcerers had been beheaded by Throne and immediately fell into chaos.
And in Sages Town on the south side of the swamp, there was still a group of enemies outside the battlefield. Kindred of Rot stood on the roofs of fortress-like stone houses. They didn't yet know the situation on the front lines and stretched their necks, looking north.