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All the glass windows of the building shattered simultaneously. Scattered glass shards, propelled by the rolling shockwave, raced towards the Eastland warriors outside attempting to surround them, causing screams of pain.

Duke St. Prowse stood mid-air, a gigantic phantom of a white horse emerged behind him in an instant.

Behind the white horse, a pair of wings, over ten meters long, spread out with a rumble, almost instantaneously filling the space of the entire hall.

Whoosh!

Amidst the roaring sound of the wind, these phantom-like giant wings blocked the light, relentlessly descending upon Lucien.

The domineering aura it brought along with it, stirred up various objects in the hall, causing them to tumble all around.

As the wings flapped, the air was violently forced out like a bellows, making the entire hall tremble intensely.

The enormous Holy Light Energy slowly began to coalesce into a solid entity, and it then violently smashed into Lucien.

Lucien’s face did not change the slightest bit, it just quickly erupted with his fighting spirit to form a large red crystal-like shield in front of him.

Compared to the colossal wings, his thin shield seemed to be completely outclassed.

Bang!

In an instant, the giant wings accompanied by a horrid impacting force, fiercely struck the crystal shield.

There was a cracking sound; delicate visible cracks began to appear on the crystal shield, spreading worryingly fast in all directions.

Only the first wave of the clash immediately separated the superior from the inferior.

Although both were of the 6th rank, Duke St. Prowse, being a knight, was obviously stronger than Lucien, who was a warrior.

This was the suppression a Divine Being’s profession had over a regular profession.

Actually, under normal circumstances, Duke St. Prowse would not worry about fighting Lucien. He had the absolute confidence to defeat a 6th rank warrior, but now, he wasn’t so confident.

Because, a dagger was still lodged in his chest.

Feeling the bone-piercing pain and the constant draining of his strength, Duke St. Prowse knew that he had to end the battle quickly. Otherwise, these injuries would only worsen as time dragged on.

Hence, looking expressionlessly at Lucien who was still struggling in front, Duke St. Prowse opened his mouth and an invisible roar exploded out from him.

In an instant, countless platinum threads rushed up into the sky from the phantom Pegasus behind him.

Swish swish swish!

All the threads twisted around one another, suddenly igniting and burning violently in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye transformed into an enormous golden torch.

Crack!

In a strange light sound, a point of white light suddenly shone from within the torch.

A flawless spiral horn, as if made of jade, gently emerged from the torch fire, slowly yet with incredible swiftness, it targeted Lucien’s crystal shield.

The speed was so fast, Lucien was unable to react to it. He could only watch helplessly as the jade-like spiral horn touched his shield seemingly without any effort.

Everything seemed to have frozen in an instant.

Maybe a second later, or perhaps a century later, time began to flow again.

Crack!

The crystal shield began to slowly turn into ashes.

Dust filled the sky.

But that jade-like spiral horn hadn’t disappeared. It continued to pierce towards Lucien with a sluggish yet incredibly firm motion.

Even though the spiral horn hadn’t yet touched Lucien’s body, his armor couldn’t stand up to this frightening force. It softened, collapsed, and even melted into iron droplets that dropped onto the ground, just like a candle when exposed to magma.

Whoosh—

The spiral horn finally met Lucien and effortlessly pierced through him!

In front of this bizarre force, it seemed like no defense worked. Lucien’s chest was punctured like a piece of thin paper, creating a big hole.

Through the hole, one could clearly see his broken heart!

Duke St. Prowse looked at his “masterpiece”, finally a satisfied smile on his face.

But following that, his face turned pale, his overwhelming aura slowly wilting, the Pegasus phantom behind him started to slowly dissolve in the air like ice exposed to the sunlight.

Obviously, the terrifying strike had placed a great burden on Duke St. Prowse.

“Cough cough…”

Duke St. Prowse coughed up fresh blood then wiped it away. He neglected Lucien in front of him, instead turning towards Vincent hiding in the corner of the wall, his face revealed surprise:

“You’re still not dead?”

Marquis Vincent huffed in pain, his heart and lungs were almost completely destroyed by Duke St. Prowse, but even so, he was not dead yet.

Duke St. Prowse slowly walked towards his son, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent. As he walked, he spoke, “Ungrateful son, you know? I had already decided to let you inherit my nobility. However, are you really that impatient?”

Marquis Vincent watched as his father advanced steadily towards him, but laughed. Because of the blood froth in his mouth, his laughter appeared to be exceptionally grim:

“Father…cough cough…Your whims…so variable…how could I…wait patiently….. Who knows…the day…you would change your mind again…”

Duke St. Prowse’s face was as cold as ice as he coldly replied, “In that case, don’t wait any longer! Go ahead and confess your sins to our Lord!”

With that, he swung a punch at Marquis Vincent’s skull.

But at that time, Duke St. Prowse suddenly felt a strong wave of fighting spirit behind him.

He turned around in shock and saw Lucien, who should have been dead, charging at him once more.

The long spear in his hand was like a flood dragon emerging from the water, leaving a silver-white afterimage in the air as it stabbed at Duke St. Prowse.

Caught off guard, Duke St. Prowse could only dodge slightly to avoid his vital points, allowing the long spear to pierce through his right chest.

“Ahh——”

Even while releasing a blood-curdling scream, Duke St. Prowse still reached out his hand and caught hold of Lucien’s throat.

Crack!

A gruesome bone-breaking sound echoed, and Duke St. Prowse crushed Lucien’s throat.

However, Lucien seemed to be unaware of his plight. He made no attempt to defend himself but instead grabbed the dagger lodged in Duke St. Prowse’s chest.

Then, he gave a forceful twist!

Duke St. Prowse let out a desperate roar, his hands tightened again, attempting to strangle Lucien with all his strength. However, it was too late, the strength within his body, like a receding tide, rapidly drained away.

His vision became blurry and his consciousness increasingly fuzzy.

Before the darkness completely engulfed him, Duke St. Prowse repeated with despair and confusion:

“You…why…won’t you…die…”