Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence Chapter 881 - 474: Red Tide Knight Charge!

A dark golden meteor streaked across the western sky.

August maintained his true dragon form, gliding through the air.

The massive dragon body sliced through the clouds, the turbulent airflow akin to an unending storm, flattening the forest beneath completely.

This was the border of the Southeast Province, already part of Louis’s territory.

In August’s perception, this was an undisputed reckoning.

He would crush his way from the Southeast, directly telling the newly risen Lord that mortals should never presumptuously covet his Empire.

But as he looked down at the earth, the dragon’s eyes paused slightly.

Below, there were no panicked mortals fleeing in all directions, roads were empty, villages tightly closed, towns seemed preemptively evacuated.

This gave August a faint discomfort.

Since he awoke from the Ancient Tomb, dominating the continent with his true dragon body, his marching speed had long surpassed the limits of mortal understanding.

Even the most precise intelligence network could not complete such a large-scale evacuation in such a short time.

It was as if someone knew of his arrival in advance, a feeling that made him feel offended.

"Rats hiding in caves." The deep dragon language echoed in the air with undisguised disdain, "Do you think you can escape my judgment?"

He didn’t continue to dwell, as mortal schemes are meaningless in the face of true power.

August accelerated with his wings, flying towards the Southeast Province’s most solid fortress on the defensive line.

This was a fortress built specifically for resisting heavy siege machinery, its walls thick, structure complex, metal components spread across every joint.

In the old ages, this was a pass that could make any army pay a painful price, but, unfortunately, it was encountering a cross-era monster.

August suspended directly above the fortress, opening his enormous dragon mouth.

The ability given by greed activated.

An invisible heavy metal gravitational field instantly spread, covering several square kilometers.

The air emitted a low hum, the iron chains, rivets, and supports inside the walls began to tremble violently, producing a strained lament.

The next moment, a vast amount of metal dislodged, as if a massive invisible hand pulled it to the sky, transforming into streams of black torrents, madly rushing into his mouth.

Right then, signals lit up on the fortress’s walls.

Knights hidden on the battlements appeared, their bodies with no metal, replaced by heavy magical beast leather armor, joints equipped with bone buckles and leather cords.

Lambert stood at the forefront, when the dragon overshadowed the sky, his heart nearly skipped a beat, his reason repeatedly washed by a fear stemming from instinct.

He forcibly steadied his breath.

"Fire!" Lambert sharply swung the command sword in his hand.

Behind the walls, the catapults and magic cannons simultaneously activated.

Heaps of gray-black powder were thrown into the sky.

These powders mixed with magnetic blood powder, magnetic storm dust, and directional disintegration crystal composites.

The wind rolled them up.

Under the pull of August’s own gravitational field, these powders did not scatter, but quickly converged into a rotating invisible tornado, precisely attacking his dragon body.

August initially paid no attention, but soon felt it.

They penetrated through the gaps between scales into the body, resonating with the greed circuit in his blood.

He instinctively devoured them, sparing not a shred of attention to discern any anomalies.

Until the moment he gathered his abilities, the dragon’s blood within him contacted with the absorbed powder.

The Magneto-explosion simultaneously ignited.

The dark golden dragon body suddenly shuddered, muffled booms like thunder exploded continuously inside him.

Tens of thousands of directional disintegration crystals detonated in his blood circuit, like countless high-speed rotating blades, madly cutting inside.

Even a true dragon cannot ignore such a level of internal explosion.

"Roar!!!"

The next instant, a painful and out-of-control roar tore through the skies.

Compared to the battle with Mammon, this pain was ten, a hundred times more intense, a sensation of his blood being torn apart.

Dark golden dragon blood mixed with shattered crystals spurted out from between the scales.

They fell to the earth.

Below, the land was corroded in an instant, rock layers melted, forming one massive pit after another, rolling with lava.

August tumbled once in the air, forcibly stabilizing his body.

In the dragon’s eyes, for the first time appeared a clear fury, the dark golden dragon body slightly trembling.

But what truly made him intolerant wasn’t the injuries.

The mortals he viewed as feed, as tools, as sources of blood energy, they actually turned and exploited his instincts.

And he had fallen for it, this was more infuriating than any wound.

"...Very well." The deep dragon language rolled out from his throat, with a clear tremor of loss of control, "Since so, I no longer have the need to toy with you."

The last shred of patience was completely crushed, true dragon power was unleashed, a suppression directly affecting life’s hierarchy.

The air seemed forcibly pressed to the ground, space itself began sinking.

The closest knights, not even having time to scream.

Blood and flesh lost structure in an instant, the entire person like an invisible giant hand crushed, exploding from within, turning into a blood mist.

Slightly farther, the Extraordinary Knights knelt on the ground.

Their Fighting Energy circulated madly, barely maintaining consciousness.

Bone emitted a sound of strain, lungs compressed unable to complete a full breath.

Even the Peak Knights’ condition wasn’t much better.

They could still stand, yet each breath felt like swallowing scorching iron sand, the edge of vision rapidly darkened.

But this was merely an appetizer, the slaughter began.

With no tugging, August no longer selected targets and no longer cared about efficiency.

He quickly advanced along the battle line, yet each dive, each claw swipe, erased swathes of lives.

Walls crumbled, positions shattered.

August slowly raised his front claw, and the greedy gravitational field unfolded once again.

In the distance, those heavy tanks still experiencing the magic explosion bullet suddenly shuddered.

Treads and armor simultaneously emitted a piercing metallic shriek, and the entire vehicle was forcibly dragged off the ground.

In the next moment, the heavy steel was crumpled into a ball in mid-air.

The armor collapsed like wet mud, brief and shrill wails sounded from within, then completely fell into silence.

The iron ball hit the ground, smashing deep pits one after another.

The defensive line that mortals took pride in became meaningless in the face of the true dragon.

At that moment, another dark red torrent sliced into the battlefield from the flank.

The Half-Dragon Knight Order had arrived.

Their speed was slightly slower than the true dragon’s, but no less deadly.

Dragon blood boiled within them, scales covered their joints, and sharp claws and long blades left blurred afterimages during their charge.

Then came an efficient and ruthless sweep.

Knights who hadn’t been crushed by the dragon’s might were dragged out, torn apart, and thrown away, one by one.

The entire battlefield quickly descended into chaos; this was a complete clearing operation.

Lambert watched familiar figures fall one after another.

This wasn’t a retreat after a fierce battle; it was being crushed like ants.

Under the dragon’s might, formations were meaningless, techniques held no value.

Knights who once charged side by side in arrays were casually wiped out, like dust flattened on the ground.

His throat tightened, yet no choking sounds escaped.

Because he remembered what Louis had said.

When that kind of thing appears, the only correct choice is one.

"Scatter." Lambert hoarsely shouted, "Everyone, retreat into the forest immediately!"

The knights paused for a moment; this wasn’t a command they were familiar with.

Retreat meant defeat, meant leaving their backs to the enemy.

And in the face of this situation, scattering to escape almost equaled being hunted down one by one.

"Grey." Lambert didn’t explain further; he growled again, "Take people away, disperse, as far as possible."

Grey stood in place, hands clenched tightly; he glanced at Lambert, then towards the still tumbling battlefield.

In the distance, the Half-Dragon Knights were entering the positions, cold and precise in their speed.

He understood that staying behind would only lead to more deaths.

Grey gritted his teeth and suddenly turned around: "Follow me!"

The knights began to scatter, abandoning their positions, diving into the forest, disappearing into the undulating terrain.

The dragon’s might continued to oppress.

Some fell while running, some were caught up by the Half-Dragon people, unable even to let out a scream.

But more survived.

Lambert stood in place, not looking back.

Soon, there were fewer than a hundred left around him.

All were Mid-tier Extraordinary Knight or higher combat strength, the strongest Red Tide Knights.

And they all understood the significance of staying behind.

"Form up." Lambert drew his longsword, the blade already full of notches.

Silently, the knights stood behind him.

In the distance, the Half-Dragon Knights shifted direction, their attention firmly captured by this team.

From higher up, dark golden dragon eyes fell.

August saw them, as if seeing a few insects that refused to disperse.

Lambert took a deep breath, knowing full well what he faced.

Single combat strength of the Half-Dragon Knights far surpassed him, and the dragon in the sky was beyond measure.

But his hand did not tremble.

"Red Tide Knights." His voice was not loud, yet it pierced through the chaotic battlefield, "Charge!"

Not for glory, not for the Empire, only for one name.

"For Lord Louis!"

The knights simultaneously stepped forward, charging towards the Half-Dragon people.

The disparity in power was evident from the first moment.

Claws tore through armor, dragon-blood fighting energy crushed defenses, knights were sent flying, cut down, and forcibly trampled into the mud.

Lambert rushed forward, the dark golden shadow covering his view, his sight shrinking continuously until only what lay ahead, swing the sword, and press forward remained.

"Ridiculous humans!" August’s dragon claw slowly lifted.

In that instant, Lambert appeared incomparably small, heartbreakingly so.

Just as the dragon claw was about to descend, time came to a halt.

Flying dirt and rocks froze in mid-air, rolling flames lost their form.

The movements of the Half-Dragon people were frozen, August’s twisted fury was like a faded mural.

The entire battlefield turned into a static picture.

Footsteps sounded.

A figure walked out of the void, stepping into this frozen world.

Louis stopped beside Lambert.

He lowered his head to glance at the bloodied knight kneeling on the ground, still gripping his longsword.

Then he raised his head, his gaze traversing the frozen battlefield, landing on the insolent giant dragon.

"You’ve done well, Lambert." Louis’s voice was gentle, yet provided such reassurance, "Leave the rest to me."