"A re knight dares to boast in my presence, it seems you don't know what true strength is."
"Oh? Then tell , what is true strength."
A dignified voice ca from not far away, and Finnian instinctively looked over, only to see a knight riding through the chaotic battlefield.
Her dazzling blonde hair was coiled into a bun at the back of her head, her fair and proper face like a marble statue in front of a church, and beneath her slender dark eyebrows were eyes as sharp as swords.
He almost thought she was an elf erging from the Rushing River... Every Ryan person in the Twilight Province had heard the legends about her, although no one had seen her in person.
But Finnian soon woke up, realizing the person opposite was a Campbell, who could never receive the blessing of the River Elf.
Seeing Princess Erin arrive from behind, Theresa held the reins with one hand and respectfully stepped back to rejoin the cavalry line.
Now she was no longer the young girl from years ago who needed her own protection, even in a battle against the Demon King in a maze, she could hold her own.
Finnian squinted, glanced at the sword at the knight's waist, and suddenly seed to understand sothing, laughing out again.
"Who would have thought the Duke of Campbell is a little chick. Hey, how old are you? Are you fully grown yet? I'm only interested in ripe fruits."
Faced with such impudent words, Erin remained unmoved, rely smiling faintly.
"I am the Duke's sister, as for my age, it's none of your concern."
"Why didn't he co?"
"To deal with soone like you, my brother's intervention is unnecessary."
"Oh? It seems your brother never taught you not to play with adult weapons."
Finnian's smile remained unchanged, but his gaze gradually beca dangerous, with a glint of frenzy and greed flashing beneath his eyes.
How strong can a snot-nosed little girl be? If he could just capture her, there might still be a turning point in this battle!
A glint of ruthless determination flashed in Finnian's eyes, and he no longer held back, unleashing his powerful Platinum Level strength in an instant!
The formidable Chaotic Power gathered in his longbow, transforming into a dark green arrow, placed on the string.
Then, with a thunderous montum, he released the bowstring!
"Die——!"
The arrow was aid at her horse!
Predicting this coward would strike from the shadows, Erin showed no panic in the face of the sudden thunderous strike, only expressionlessly placing her hand on her waist's "Light of Praise."
Even before arriving here, she had already prepared the descent of the Ancestor's Soul. She would not let this rude fellow escape like so damn Little Demon in the Silver Pine Forest!
Just as her right hand touched the sword hilt, golden light erupted from her body, coalescing into a majestic and ancient knight's illusion, completely enveloping her!
This ti, she summoned none other than her father, Aaron Campbell—the forr king of the Duchy who slew Demon King Regi Dragon!
A flash of fear appeared in Finnian's eyes, his face twisted by madness betraying an expression of disbelief.
Within that golden light, a power far beyond his understanding flickered!
"D-Diamond Level?!"
"No——! This can't be!"
Erin Campbell indeed did not possess Diamond Level strength, but it did not hinder her from wielding this power beyond her own in the na of the Light of Praise!
At this mont——
She was not fighting alone, but standing alongside the ancestors who once protected the people of Campbell Duchy!
The dazzling light was like a holy iron hamr, harshly colliding with the dark green arrow shadow exuding sinister and vicious Qi!
No explosion.
Not even a sound!
The Chaotic Power lted away in the dazzling light like an ice cone falling into magma.
Finnian didn't even have ti to utter a scream, nor any chance to shoot a second arrow, or even gather Extraordinary Power to resist.
Everything of his burned to ashes in that scorching light, whether his body, his ambition, or his desires!
"...A person not recognized by the 'Ancestor's Soul' cannot wield the Light of Praise, even with Campbell blood. You should really familiarize yourself with your neighbor's epic."
Retrieving the Light of Praise into its sheath, Erin expressionlessly looked at the soldiers of the Green Forest Army behind Finnian.
"And you? Do you want to try?"
No one wanted to try.
Even servants of Chaos, not all had Platinum Level power.
Observing the powerful figure that slew "Lin Ying" Finnian with one strike, the trusted aides turned pale as death, imdiately dropping their weapons and kneeling on the ground to surrender.
Erin nodded towards Theresa, handing over the task of capturing the prisoners to her and her subordinates, then rode back to the main army without a mont's delay.
Watching that departing figure, the knights of the Duchy all had eyes filled with heartfelt respect.
Only Erin herself noticed the sweat rolling down her pale forehead onto the armor... The victory won with overwhelming might was not truly as easy as she made it seem.
There is a cost to wielding power that isn't yours, the only saving grace being she was still young, not easily burnt out like her father...
...
With Finnian's death, the Green Forest Army began to crumble in defeat, the battle to the north of Rapids Pass finally concluded.
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