"Cedric, why are you still standing there—"

The scream abruptly stopped as the person in white armor arrived.

Cedric was there, the true strongest warrior of the empire stood before them.

Fourth rank, or perhaps he had already stepped into the realm of the Saint?

This time, Cedric's eyes were solemn, no longer the gaze one would give a small stone by the roadside.

Cedric never expected that Solan could reach this point.

In front of the Imperial Army, the Golden Fleet, and everyone, he swung that sword.

Warrior.

For the first time, Cedric regarded this title seriously, and at the same time, the blade he swung was aimed directly at Solan's neck.

In this split second, the Eldest Prince's expression and emotions fluctuated several times. For a moment, he truly felt like he was doomed, but Cedric had come before him.

How could a pawn's sword be faster than the commander of the Imperial Army?

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his voice stuck in his throat, able only to make a hissing sound like wind chimes.

His vision was gradually tinged red, and his field of view began to change.

The scene before his eyes was turned upside down. He heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground, which rolled several times before the spinning stopped.

The Eldest Prince saw the confrontation between Solan and Cedric, and...

The body kneeling on the ground without a head in front of them.

"Well done, kid."

A familiar whisper came to Solan's ear, a few drops of scattered blood moistened his cheek with the evening breeze.

The expected death did not come; as he returned to his senses, he realized that the woman with fiery red hair had stepped in front of him. The blade that was reaching for his neck was grasped in the woman's uplifted right hand, the scattered drops of blood blown by the breeze originated from the wound in her palm.

Cedric stared dumbfounded at the headless body and the head that had rolled to his feet.

Prisoners, the Imperial Army, and the onlooking civilians all erupted into incredulous gasps.

Someone had killed the empire's Eldest Prince!

Right in front of the Imperial Army and everyone else, a single sword stroke had severed the Eldest Prince's head!

"There's no turning back now."

The first to recover from the shock was Meiliya. She transformed into a shadow, directly charging at the Imperial Army blocking the path, her loud shout awakening all the prisoners, "Brothers, let's fight them!"

The giant sword in Cedric's hand was immobile, allowing Meiliya and the prisoners to bypass him, and the one who should have died by his sword, Solan, charged once again into the endless crowd.

He also saw the cracks on the blade, extending all the way to the hilt.

This was the opponent he had dreamed of, and this time, the Other Shore was no longer looking at him with a nonchalant gaze.

It was an incomparably dazzling golden brilliance, evaporating the hand wounded by the blade, also evaporating the scattered blood droplets.

As the Other Shore exerted strength, the giant sword that had accompanied him for countless years shattered before his eyes.

"Cedric Thorn."

What followed in his sight was Other Shore's clenched fist, "There really isn't even a shred of similarity between us."

In the next moment, the figure that was knocked back flew across everyone, crashing straight into the formation of the Imperial Army.

Before the stunned Imperial Army could react, the golden streak of light that leapt high descended among them like a falling sun, with just the impact of landing sending dozens flying.

"Then as you wish, let us end this right here!"

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