Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Within the thirty-sixth level of the Abyss, the youth upon the Bone Throne raised his palm, and the surrounding demons instantly fell into a silence so profound you could hear a pin drop. Even the little demon, accidentally crushed under the foot of a massive beast and on the verge of death, clamped its mouth shut.

His jet-black finger gently tapped, and a tiny black hole appeared at the fingertip, then suddenly expanded, unleashing a beam of black light, seven or eight blades in diameter, that seemed to devour even light itself as it blasted towards the portal.

The demons grinned, watching Lee Wei before the portal as if he were already dead.

Everyone witnessed this scene. In this era of the Ancient Continent, where gods had vanished for thousands of years, they were now seeing a god take action with their own eyes. Just witnessing this attack sent shivers down their spines.

A hint of panic surfaced in everyone's eyes, impossible to conceal.

Except for the Lord.

He was imagining whether the Holy Light within him could withstand the opponent's attack. To this day, he had never gone all out.

Just then, two pairs of delicate, fair hands tightly gripped his.

"The portal is almost stable, Lee Wei, let's go!" Fatir's tone was unusually emotional, filled with urgency.

"That demon inside is the Demon Prince Miskal, Lee Wei! In my Dragon Heritage, it's said he even killed an adult red dragon! Let's escape! I'll take you back to Highcliff Fortress, back to Dragon Island!"

If Fatir was merely anxious, Sophia was in complete terror, as if she had seen a towering titan capable of breaking the spine of the sky and tearing the handle of the earth.

She was so frightened she was beside herself: "Only Dragon Island is safe now. Only Grandpa Bablin can deal with him."

Although this silver dragon was cowardly, she didn't abandon Lee Wei to escape. Instead, she kept circling in the sky, ready to whisk him away at the first sign of trouble.

"There's no time!"

The Lord shielded the two little girls behind him, raising the Howl of Diggen in one hand.

"I hope you can withstand it."

The mini red dragon, roaming within the dragon crystal embedded in the sword hilt, widened its eyes like copper bells upon hearing this. Though it couldn't speak, its expression clearly conveyed one meaning: What are you doing?!

The next moment, Holy Light so dense it almost materialized surged from the flaming greatsword.

Awooo~~

The mini red dragon seemed to feel pain, letting out a cry of agony.

The profound black light poured out of the portal, but it seemed to hit a mirror, encountering fierce resistance. The black light column, originally seven or eight blades in diameter, instantly narrowed to two before continuing to surge forth.

Lee Wei roared, swinging the Howl of Diggen. Endless Holy Light erupted from the sword's tip, piercing the air and colliding head-on with the incoming black light.

"Zzzzz!" A piercing sound of disintegration echoed as the black light was instantly suppressed back into the portal.

But when it struck the massive black light within the Abyss, it was instantly pushed back again.

"Damn you!" The Lord roared in fury.

The Holy Light suddenly increased seven or eight times in intensity, deadlocking with the black light from the Abyss. Just then, the armor he wore, from a Holy Knight, emitted golden light, making the Lord appear like a warrior from the Divine Kingdom.

The pillar of Holy Light grew again, cutting through the black light like a hot knife through butter. However, due to the distance, the light pillar gradually diffused into a curtain of light.

The youth upon the throne finally showed emotion. A hint of curiosity appeared on his face, which had been one of absolute dominance. His burly frame rose, and as the fan-shaped curtain of Holy Light reached him, it had widened to over twenty blades, enveloping the entire magnificent chariot.

The endless Holy Light crashed into him, yet it only caused his long hair to flutter, like a gentle spring breeze.

If it weren't for the demons surrounding him, bathed in the Holy Light, their faces contorted like those of evil spirits as their flesh and bones gradually melted as if they were on the surface of the sun, one might have thought the Holy Light was as warm and harmless as sunlight.

Fatir's body was convulsing violently. An attack launched by a genuine god-level powerhouse was actually blocked by Lee Wei alone, and the Holy Light was so dense that even that 'Lord' was inferior.

Just how powerful was Lee Wei, really!

But even with such strength, Lee Wei could only barely withstand a casual blow from the opponent with concentrated power. Just how strong was this demon?

Sophia's mind was blank, her small hand gripping Lee Wei's tightly, her knuckles white.

Mandela looked at the Abyss in the portal on the left, then at Lee Wei on the right, and realized how ridiculous it was that he had once considered recruiting the Lord of Highcliff Fortress into the Vanguard Red Swordsmen.

Lee Wei fell silent. This was the first time since his debut that he had encountered an enemy of this caliber.

He hadn't held back just now, but even so, he had only managed to barely draw in a remote confrontation.

It seemed that those who could be called gods were not small fries that could be easily dealt with.

He became even more eager for the remaining "Holy Word Codex." As long as he became a Holy Paladin, his strength would increase twelvefold with his current power, and his strength would undergo a qualitative change!

But now…

It was better to retreat strategically. He decided to take Sophia and Fatir and leave.

There was no shame in this; it was just a strategic retreat.

"What an amazing man!" Just then, a voice came from behind, and a silver-haired youth as beautiful as a woman walked over.

Lee Wei frowned slightly. He had long felt that Mandela's deputy, named Xion, was strange.

Was he trying to be a mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind?

Having used up all the Holy Light in his body in his all-out effort just now, although his physical strength had not been depleted.

"The farce should end here." He smiled slightly, his radiance outshining even the bright moon in the sky.

But contrary to the Lord's expectations, he looked at the portal, which was flickering with a faint red light and was about to stabilize.

"Let me close this portal."

He stretched out a white, gem-like hand, and almost without chanting, a spell instantly struck the portal.

The image of the Abyss that could be seen steadily through the portal began to distort. The demon youth, who had been looking down on everything from his throne, became anxious. He kicked away the succubus in front of him and flew out of the chariot, reaching out as if to grab something.

"No!!! Damn silver dragon, I smell your foul stench! When I descend to the material world… the time… of your…"

"Crack!" With a loud noise, the huge portal instantly shrunk to the size of a fingernail, then disappeared without a trace with a "poof."

Daimon's efforts were in vain. The portal, which could have affected the entire continent, was so easily closed. Everyone felt as if they were in an incredibly real dream.

But the screams of the demons still in this world, being slaughtered by the Blood Swordsmen, ruthlessly pulled them back to reality.

The people present looked at each other, then simultaneously looked at Xion.

"Let me explain this." Mandela found a rag from somewhere and tied it around his waist as an apron.

From the naked little demon lying on the ground not far away, sticking out its tongue, it was not difficult to guess where the rag came from.

"But before I explain, I would like to ask everyone to join me in resolving the demons here first."

He then added.

Closing the portal did not mean the end of the matter.

There were at least hundreds of thousands of demons left here, and they could not let them go.

If this force were to spread out, it could even cause turmoil in a weak country.

Everyone agreed.

Thus, the extermination of the demons began again.

…

The most powerful Balor Flame Demon had fallen, and more than a quarter of the Six-Armed Snake Demon warriors had been killed by Sophia alone. The rest were not worth mentioning.

The Gryphon Knights took to the air with ice and snow mages from the Northern Border. Although they were not enough to participate in the battle against the Balor Flame Demon, they could easily deal with some Six-Armed Snake Demons.

As for the more numerous low-level demons, they were far from being a match for the regular army, their level at most being comparable to that of a rural militia.

Especially when facing the Highcliff Fortress Brigade, they were as powerless as straw, being cut down wave after wave, completely reduced to the ghosts under the Highcliff Fortress Brigade's blades.

You should know that in the past, when facing human soldiers, out of moral considerations, they would not kill them all. Even prisoners would at most be locked up until the end of the war and then released.

But demons were different. There was only one principle: to kill them all and destroy them as much as possible.

This principle was a grueling task for other soldiers, but for the Highcliff Fortress Brigade, it was more exciting than eating pork at the New Year.

In their opinion, these demons were completely linked to the War God's bounty.

It was foreseeable that after this battle, Highcliff Fortress would usher in an explosive increase in strength.

As the demon army was gradually destroyed, the dawn in the sky changed from bright to the yolk of a setting sun.

The Lord finally led his team and reunited with the Northern Border Legion.

After working all night, not only were the Northern Border soldiers so tired that their eyelids were fighting, but even Duchess Frina was constantly yawning.

But when she saw the Lord in the tent, she instantly perked up.

"Lee Wei, did you see the Silver Dragon Knight last night?"

"I saw him."

Lee Wei nodded.

Not only the people in the Bone Fortress, but probably most of the Northern Border Legion stationed outside saw it. It couldn't be hidden.

Frina recalled the scene at the time and said in amazement: "We all thought that the Bone Fortress was going to be taken back by the demons, but we didn't expect a Dragon Knight to appear out of thin air and easily resolve the crisis."

"Then he rushed to the Hengduan Mountains and solved the Balor Flame Demon in an almost crushing manner, ending a disaster that was enough to affect the entire continent."

"This epic battle will definitely be recorded in history books. The brave and fearless Dragon Knight who saved people in times of crisis will be sung by bards for a hundred years and become a legendary hero talked about in taverns and among the people."

"Haha, I think he must be a handsome knight that ordinary people can hardly imagine." The Lord pretended to be confused and shamelessly praised himself.

"Then do you know who that Dragon Knight is?" Frina looked at Lee Wei, staring at his handsome face.

"How would I know that?" Lee Wei waved his hand righteously. If it weren't for someone who knew the inside story, he would definitely be fooled.

Frina stood up, walked up to the Lord, bent slightly and brought her face very close. Lee Wei could already smell a milky fragrance drilling straight into his nostrils. She looked puzzled: "Why do I feel like that person looks like you?"

"My good Duchess, I'm just a country lord. How can I have this ability?" Even though the two clusters of whiteness in front of him were so dazzling, the Lord still looked straight at her puzzled eyes under her long eyelashes and sighed: "I wish that Dragon Knight was me."

"It's really not you?"

"It's definitely not me."

"Come on, Mandela told me everything. Now even the goats in the logistics know." Frina grabbed the Lord's shoulders with her slender hands, very excited: "With the relationship between the two of us, you're still lying to me!"

"Okay, I admit it, the Dragon Knight is this Lord." Lee Wei nodded lightly, very pretentiously Versailles: "Isn't it just a Dragon Knight? There's no need to be so excited."

"And Duchess Frina, the word relationship between us can't be said casually. If outsiders hear it, they will think that there is something shady between us."

"This is a Dragon Knight! A Dragon Knight who has completely disappeared for hundreds of years, do you know?!"

This Duchess of the Northern Border rarely lost her composure, shaking the Lord's shoulders excitedly.

Those who didn't know would have thought that a lonely boudoir wife had caught her husband cheating.

You should know that the Dragon Knight, as the top knight, symbolizes handsome, powerful, brave, fearless, etc., and is the Prince Charming in the hearts of every little girl.

He is the lover that princesses sit at the window day and night, looking forward to the knight in silver armor riding a mighty dragon flying from the sky, taking her away from this cage to swim in the sky.

Frina was once an ordinary little girl, and now the Dragon Knight who was deeply buried in her heart was so nakedly placed in front of her, how could she not be excited.

In addition, the Dragon Knight has disappeared for hundreds of years. Under the background of this background, it makes this Dragon Knight even more precious. It is simply a single seedling in thousands of hectares... no, ten thousand hectares of land.

"Duchess Frina, don't shake me, I'm going to faint!"

Lee Wei hurriedly called to stop, not because he was dizzy, but because the whiteness in front of him was swaying back and forth, which was really too much of a test for Lee's character.

Frina finally realized her gaffe, moved away silently, picked up a cup of tea from the table and took a sip to calm her mood.

The Lord wanted to say that he had just drunk this cup of tea, but he opened his mouth, but he really didn't know how to say it.