Elden Ring, building a legion of ashes

Chapter 61 Vow of Revenge

Normally, it takes two or three Grik soldiers to barely deal with one strong hybrid.

Judging from the numbers, if a chaotic battle were to break out at this moment, Moen City would definitely not be able to hold out.

But that was a solo effort.

Most importantly, as a knight-errant who was well-versed in battle, Edgar had already trained his soldiers into an impenetrable unit thanks to his rich combat skills.

Fighting on this flat platform above Moen City allows soldiers to form one sturdy battle formation after another.

This method of fighting, with its established foundations and order, is a devastating blow to the indiscriminate hacking and slashing of hybrids.

This is the fundamental reason why the lion hybrids, despite having superior military strength, still came to negotiate.

He may be arrogant, but he's not stupid.

If he were to fight a direct confrontation here, even if he were to capture Moen City, his elite mixed-race troops would likely be wiped out.

With only a dozen or so remnants remaining, how can they possibly grow stronger in Moen City?

I'm afraid that in no time, Grek's side will send a large army to wipe them out.

"Awooo!!"

The lion hybrid slammed the greatsword in his hand onto the ground, silencing his subordinates' agitation.

Xia Tong kept a close eye on the lion hybrid's movements.

At this moment, the blue gemstones that had pierced his body had gradually disappeared.

The muscles in his back tensed up, actually clamping the wound shut and gradually stopping the bleeding.

As a lion hybrid who used to fight in the arena for many years, he was very familiar with this routine.

He yelled something in encrypted language at the bastards behind him.

The latter obediently stopped yelling, and although unwilling, it still obediently squatted down in the back.

Lion hybrids enjoy extremely high prestige within their pack, a prestige that, in Xia Tong's view, even surpasses that of Edgar among the soldiers of Moen City.

In contrast, hybrids are more pure, recognizing only the strong.

.......

The lion hybrid never expected that this faded one was not only skilled in swordsmanship, but also knew magic.

He tried to figure out what the relationship was between Xia Tong and the Reyarlucalia Academy, but he couldn't find a clue.

On the other side, the soldiers of Moen City behind Lord Edgar also stopped their agitation.

The soldiers would naturally be happy if they could avoid fighting, spared the dismemberment of their limbs, and not become walking corpses forcibly resurrected by the Golden Tree.

The lion hybrid looked at Xia Tong again, a hint of approval in his eyes:

"The fact that you can use such powerful ashes to your advantage is itself a kind of strength."

"No matter how many people's ashes you have, in my eyes, you are still one person."

"This time, we'll fight to the bitter end!"

"Even if my head is cut off, my people will not interfere."

The lion hybrid was fearless and dignified.

But he had completely abandoned his contempt for Xia Tong.

The wound on his lower back throbbed with pain, reminding him that the faded man before him was an extremely troublesome opponent.

In the distance, before Xia Tong could even make a move, Edgar struck first again, charging towards the lion hybrid!

Despite his injuries, he remained in a state of heightened excitement under the influence of the frenzied incense. He easily lifted the Lost Knight's Halberd in his hand and swung it wildly above his head in mid-air.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

The halberd blade sliced ​​through the air, creating a small, visible storm on the spot.

Combat Skill - Summon the Storm!

The storm grew larger and larger, carrying sharp wind pressure that could cut through everything.

Even Xia Tong, dozens of meters away, felt a needle-like pain on her skin.

Seeing Edgar charging at him again with renewed ferocity, the lion hybrid no longer sat idly by and waited for its doom.

He gently tossed the heavy greatsword in his hand toward the direction Edgar was charging from, using the momentum to make the sword float in the air.

Immediately afterwards, his strong, reverse-jointed thighs compressed to their limit like springs.

"boom!"

Its scaly tail slammed heavily on the ground, sending bricks flying, and the force propelled it into the air.

Lions are breeding too fast.

He precisely grasped the hilt of the spinning greatsword in mid-air and twisted his waist sharply.

The legs, spine, and entire lower back instantly tensed into a fully drawn bow.

Then, this terrifying force was suddenly released, and the man and his sword slashed fiercely towards Edgar on the ground.

"Whoosh—!"

This time, there was no crisp, metallic clanging sound as I had imagined.

The greatsword, wielded by a lion hybrid, struck Edgar in a storm of white air currents, as if it had been plunged into a viscous swamp.

The originally powerful and heavy blow was gradually neutralized and deflected by the high-speed rotating airflow.

Overcome strength with gentleness.

The invisible storm is the absolute gentleness of this world, yet every gust of wind that flows at high speed is as sharp as a knife.

Soon, fine cuts began to appear on the lion hybrid's arms and body, and blood seeped out.

Within the "Storm Awakening" maintained by Edgar, the lion hybrid is constantly being cut by countless wind blades.

The pain triggered the ferocity of the lion hybrid; instead of retreating, it increased its strength and pressed down harder.

The greatsword and the halberd of the Lost Knight were locked together, sparks flying everywhere.

With a loud "boom".

The powerful reaction force caused both of them to fall to the ground.

But Edgar's storm did not stop; it continued to rage across the ground, ravaging everything around it and stubbornly closing in on the lion hybrid.

The lion hybrid coldly watched the storm relentlessly approaching it and gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

His people behind him began to growl softly, for their king looked as if he were covered in blood.

Although the wounds were not deep, they were so numerous that the lion hybrid looked as if it were covered in a blood-soaked garment, appearing exceptionally gruesome.

"Why are you getting more and more difficult to deal with..."

The lion hybrid thought to himself.

This move, "Storm Awakening," is one I've encountered before when fighting him.

This time, Edgar used some kind of fragrance, or perhaps he ate some stamina-boosting pickled turtle neck meat, which greatly increased the power of his attack and prolonged its duration.

Every time he was knocked down or sent flying, this human would stubbornly get back up like a cockroach, which made the lion hybrid increasingly irritable.

"Since that's the case, then I'll crush you."

As an upright orc hybrid, his back was usually slightly convex.

But at that moment, the lion hybrid suddenly straightened its back, and a resolute look began to surge in its golden pupils.

He gripped the Greatsword with both hands, held it upright in front of him, and then raised it high, pointing it straight to the sky.

"Hoo... Ugh..."

A low whimper rolled from deep within his throat, as if something was exploding inside him.

The next second, he suddenly raised his head and let out a long, mournful howl towards the gloomy sky of Moen City.

"Awooo—!!!"

Combat Skill - [Vow of Revenge].

This was not merely the roar of a wild beast, but the indignant cries of the early inhabitants of Moen.

Accompanied by a roar, a visible light green aura surged out from the jagged edges of the Sword Skeleton Greatsword.

The countless unwilling wills that died under the greatsword and were forcibly fused together seemed to awaken at this moment.

The light green mist flowed down the sword hilt and frantically entered the lion hybrid's body.

His muscles bulged instantly, his blood vessels turned purplish-black and bulged on the surface of his skin, and his already huge body swelled up a little more under the green light.

The Oath of Vengeance—this is the exclusive power of legendary weapons.