Chapter 416: Cresto’s Ultimate Technique, Gods' Lament of Radiance

Rembrandt Mossred, of course, knew Cresto!

Among the legendary "Three Heroes and Five Titans" of the Fars Empire’s older generation, he, Cresto, and Midaphis ranked among the five titans.

Now, two or three decades later, the five have all progressed to varying degrees. Cresto and Midaphis, being the younger among them, advanced faster and had already stepped into the 23rd rank. On the other hand, Grand Duke Robin, Duke Mossred, and Duchess Mesu, being older, lagged slightly behind at the formidable 22nd rank of the Saint class!

Cresto was nicknamed the Radiant Holy Mountain.

He was a true Radiant Battle Energy Knight, fiercely loyal to the late king. As the Grand Commander of the Royal Knights Order, his position was one of power and prestige, second only to the Minister of War, Count Gallanord.

If not for the murder of Julius Axel and the redeployment of the Royal Knights Order, leaving Cresto in urgent need of support to restore the monarchy, and believing the loyalty required was temporary, he would never have aligned himself with Charlot Mecklenburg.

In fact, Charlot wasn’t even qualified to receive the fealty of such a prominent figure.

However, with Count Bretagne’s ascension to the throne, Charlot became Count Mecklenburg overnight. Cresto had no choice but to accept the result in silence. After all, with the elder Count Bretagne crowned, the Royal Knights Order that once belonged to the Axels would never be reassembled.

Cresto raised his sword high, radiance bursting from his body and piercing the heavens.

Mossred was petrified with terror. How could he not recognize Cresto’s ultimate technique, Gods' Lament of Radiance?

Across the entire Old Continent, Cresto was the only Radiant Battle Energy Knight capable of wielding this legendary move!

Mossred roared desperately, “Gareth! Help me!”

A knight who was locked in fierce combat with the Golden Ram Herolf glanced back at Mossred, let out a long howl, and broke free from his duel. His sword pointed straight at Cresto.

Cresto sneered coldly and shouted, “Gareth! You are no match for me.”

Gareth was Mossred’s younger brother and one of the seven nobles who had joined Mossred’s rebellion.

Without a word, Gareth transformed into a streak of black light, like a ferocious dragon lashing out.

Cresto swung his sword in reverse, unleashing a brilliant band of light that collided with Gareth’s charge. Although Gareth’s sword energy managed to deflect the blow, he was driven back by its immense power.

Despite diverting part of his attention to strike Gareth, Cresto continued to elevate Gods' Lament of Radiance to its peak. Just as he was about to release the technique, Gareth’s body twisted abruptly and transformed into a dense cloud of smoke. The radiant band of light passed through the smoke harmlessly, as if slicing through water.

The Radiant Holy Mountain, Cresto, furrowed his brow. “You dare summon an evil god!?”

Mossred burst into maniacal laughter. “Indeed! All of you shall die!”

The smoke coalesced into a vast, expanding mass, hundreds of meters in diameter, with a vortex at its core spewing even more dark fumes. The cloud thickened until it became an enormous, opaque sphere.

Cresto hesitated, holding back the culmination of Gods' Lament of Radiance. If he unleashed the move, his strength would drop by an entire level. Confronting an approaching evil god, he needed to maintain peak combat readiness for what lay ahead.

Even Antonio, gripping his Dragon Hammer, withdrew slightly from Mossred to put distance between them.

The Saint-ranked warriors battling in the sky also maneuvered their fights away from the battlefield’s center. Even those from the Kingdom of Oslo were cautious of Mossred’s intentions, fearing they might be sacrificed. A man who could summon an evil god was capable of anything.

From a safe distance, Charlot observed the massive smoke cloud at the battlefield’s heart. A faint sense of familiarity struck him.

This aura didn’t belong to any evil god Charlot had faced before.

He pondered inwardly, “Why does every unfamiliar evil god still feel so familiar? I couldn’t possibly be acquainted with them!”

Charlot, accompanied by only a small number of labyrinth guards, gestured decisively. “Retreat from the battlefield.”

His priority was to protect Annie Mecklenburg and the two Axel ladies. The safety of these three women was paramount.

Charlot himself had no means to participate in the fight. This was a battle of Saints, where high-ranking transcendents had no place.

He conjured a Mirror of Power to oversee the labyrinth guards escorting Annie and the Axel ladies away from the battlefield. Meanwhile, Charlot remained behind.

Within the smoke, a dazzling fiery glow suddenly erupted, and a massive flaming giant emerged from the darkness.

Charlot gasped, “Anururu!”

Now he understood why the aura seemed familiar. He had never encountered this Flame Evil God before, but he had met one of its devout followers.

That young man, Mortenson Tim, who had accidentally grasped a fragment of Anururu’s power, had not only attained the status of a candidate for evil godhood but was also bound to compete in the Evil God Arena in six months.

Charlot hadn’t expected to witness the appearance of a third evil god. (No, Juno doesn’t count!)

Antonio bellowed, “Fight!”

His Dragon Hammer resonated with his battle energy, slamming fiercely into the descending avatar of Anururu.

The Old Continent had nine principal gods. The evil gods of the New Continent could not descend in their true forms. Antonio believed he could hold his own in this confrontation.

Cresto’s sword emitted a brilliant radiance, unleashing a Great Radiant Cross Slash. In tandem with Antonio’s strike, the combined attacks landed on Anururu’s massive form.

Antonio charged through the flaming evil god’s body, emerging on the other side covered in smoke and fire. Clearly, passing through the avatar was a grueling ordeal.

Cresto’s Great Radiant Cross Slash also cut through Anururu’s form like a blade through water, vanishing without effect.

However, Cresto waved his hand, and the Great Radiant Cross Slash reversed midair, striking again. He unleashed a second slash to combine with the first, amplifying its power by seventy to eighty percent.

Antonio, channeling his battle energy, shrouded himself in layers of mist to expel the lingering flames. Adjusting his strategy, he summoned dense smoke spheres around him, showcasing his dual mastery as a knight and a Darkmoon Warlock. His arsenal of techniques was both intricate and formidable.

Ordinarily, Antonio refrained from flamboyant displays. His restraint didn’t mean he lacked capability.

Together, Antonio and Cresto waged an intense battle against the fiery avatar of Anururu, summoned by Gareth. The remaining Saint-ranked warriors hastily withdrew from the Oslo Kingdom’s military camp. Without Antonio, they couldn’t possibly withstand Mossred, who wielded the power of an entire knight order.

Mossred laughed hysterically. Having been contained within his camp by Antonio for so long, he now roared a command to his forces: “Charge!”

The clash erupted into an inferno of war at its most intense.

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