Chapter 958: No, This Medicine of Yours Is Way Too Potent

No, this medicine of yours is way too potent.

The entire front line has turned into a chaotic mess.

The Tower of Rationality was no fool that merely took punishment; after discovering the alliance’s betrayal, countless scholars furiously denounced the injustice and narrow-mindedness of [Order], launching a fierce counterattack against the Grand Tribunal.

Of course, they did not forget their true objective—the war legion that had plagued their borders for so long—so in an instant, countless war machines and battle troops were released from control, surging like a steel tide toward the flanks and front.

Simultaneously, countless defensive arrays rose one after another; the collective chanting of scholars echoed across the heavens as they used the power of [Truth] to erect towering walls against the meteor firestorm, and after the flames spread fully, they sucked up the river valleys beneath the highlands, turning them into torrential rain to cool this scorched earth.

The situation spiraled completely out of control, and the battlefield gradually slipped beyond command.

Hearing the dense, continuous howls of falling meteors, Cheng Shi and Sun Miao had no choice but to exert every ounce of strength to dodge.

Under such relentless bombardment, Kynlaor’s defeat was not hard to understand—but the question was, how had Delvor, the so-called War King, won?

The war legion had not stood idly by; the moment the meteors fell, they charged into the encircling front lines, clashing with the two nations’ alliance—no, there was no alliance anymore; it had become a three-way bloodbath.

The meteor firestorm from the Elemental Judges’ formation did not seem like a weapon of the Grand Tribunal at all; instead, it had become the war horn of the war legion.

Strange—too strange. If Delvor had delayed his order by even one minute, he could have watched tens of thousands of enemies reduced to ash by the firestorm. So why did he launch his charge precisely now?

Not only Cheng Shi was curious; Sun Miao was equally desperate to know. He longed to uncover the decisive turning point of this battle, so the two exchanged a glance and, ensuring their own safety, immediately turned and raced toward the same location:

The war legion’s command banner!

Since Delvor ultimately won this war, it meant staying near him would be the safest course—so the two acted without hesitation. Yet they did not know that in this chaotic battlefield, they were not the only ones with this idea.

Fate, like a skilled tailor, wove countless threads of destiny together.

When the two dragged war legion armor from the corpses of fallen soldiers and, dodging countless attacks, raced into the war legion’s central command, they saw another elite cavalry unit charging toward them at equal speed from the direction of the Grand Tribunal.

And the knight leading the charge, his white hair nearly dyed crimson with blood, was none other than Kynlaor, commander of the Grand Tribunal!

This supreme judge had truly come—he had done exactly as Cheng Shi had imagined: planning a daring decapitation strike in this “debridement” battle, using the bones of the enemy commander as the foundation to rebuild a new order!

The iron-discipline knights who followed him in this charge were undoubtedly the bravest of the Grand Tribunal; they thrust their lances forward, galloping like a blade piercing straight into the heart of the war legion.

Even as they were surrounded by enemies numbering several times their own, this lightning-fast cavalry unit showed not a single crack in their formation.

Their morale soared, their fighting spirit fierce—they were moments away from pinning the [War] troops to this blood-and-fire-soaked ground.

Seeing that the Grand Tribunal still possessed such “heavenly troops,” Sun Miao’s pupils contracted, and he frowned slightly:

“Could the trial have been altered?”

These [War] bodyguards surrounding Delvor clearly couldn’t match the prowess of this cavalry unit—if Kynlaor charged forward with this momentum...

Unless Delvor was a favored one, blessed by [War], possessing unmatched martial prowess, how could he possibly win?”

As he spoke, Sun Miao scanned the surroundings, searching for any variable in this localized war—but no matter how many times he looked, he saw no chance for Delvor to turn the tide.

Even with a [Corruption] vessel nearby absorbing emotions, Sun Miao’s nerves tightened.

But at that moment, Cheng Shi suddenly froze, yanking Sun Miao to a stop, and frowned as he asked:

“Which one is Delvor?”

Sun Miao’s gaze sharpened, pointing to the figure at the very front of the war legion’s command tent, clad in crimson armor and wearing a helm etched with flame patterns.

“It must be him. Though he shows no aura, true dragons lie hidden in the depths—perhaps when Kynlaor reaches him, he’ll give us a tremendous surprise!”

As expected, within mere breaths, under the combined encirclement of [War] troops and even Tower of Rationality war machines, Kynlaor, using his bow as a spear, led the iron-discipline knights through the siege and charged straight to Delvor’s front.

The “red-haired” elder was drenched in blood, his face resolute. When his gaze met Delvor’s, he reined his horse, raised his hooves, drew his bow, and fired three arrows in rapid succession—each one a [Order] arrow carrying the century-old vision of the Common Law faction—aimed at the enemy commander before him.

Witnessing this fiery, heroic moment unfold before them, Sun Miao held his breath and recorded intently—but Cheng Shi... his pupils contracted, sensing something deeply wrong.

Something’s off. Completely off.

The massive bow in Kynlaor’s hand resembled the “Startled Bow,” yet it was entirely different from the one Cheng Shi had seen beneath the Tree of Fear.

They shared seven-tenths similarity in shape, and their crimson patterns were nearly identical—but the bow in Kynlaor’s hands lacked the ever-flowing, alluring glow that had radiated from the “Startled Bow.” It did not appear to be a creation born of the Tree of Fear.

Those who had not seen it might not perceive the difference—but Cheng Shi had witnessed Kynlaor drawing that bow before. He recognized the truth at once.

Why?

Kynlaor had personally charged to the enemy’s doorstep—how could he still be holding back?

But if not holding back, why didn’t he use the bow strung with Lydelia’s [Order] blood to fire this final arrow?

Could this be why he lost?

Cheng Shi’s mind churned with confusion—he couldn’t make sense of it. But the next second, the battlefield gave him the most unbelievable answer.

At this critical moment, Delvor—who had remained utterly still until now—suddenly moved. The war legion’s supreme commander, who had risen from the Tower of Rationality, sneered, shoved aside his bodyguards to clear space, then stooped and picked up a massive bow from the ground. He stepped forward, stance like an arrow, twisted fear into a string, drew the bow full as the moon—and then...

“Whoosh!”

An arrow named “Fear” shot forth with terrifying force, shattering Kynlaor’s three consecutive arrows and pinning the blood-drenched judge, his face set with deathly resolve, directly onto the scorched earth!

In that instant, the once-mighty iron-discipline knights all tumbled from their mounts, clutching the corpse of the supreme judge and wailing in anguish, while the surrounding [War] troops grew even more energized, erupting in a thunderous roar of triumph.

“How does one survive?”

Delvor raised high the massive bow, its glow never ceasing, and roared with unwavering conviction:

“Only blood—and fire!”