I Have a Dice Left by a God-Chapter 379 - 246: Dragon Knight

At this moment, on the other side of the Glory Arena, the battle between Simmons and Holman also reached a fever pitch. The two engaged in intense exchanges, utilizing everything they had learned throughout their lives. This was not just a contest to determine victory or defeat, but a traditional duel between knights, a competition of skills, a clash of wills, a confrontation of spiritual abilities, all-encompassing.

Relying on Soul Burst and the defense of the Divine Relic, Simmons fully resisted Holman’s frenzied attacks. As much as he had to admire Holman’s strength, if it were him before his transformation, he would’ve struggled to last even a minute. His Greatsword had already shattered in the stalemate, and he’d exhausted all his prepared lethal moves, yet he was still not Holman’s match.

Boom...

Another violent spiritual ability penetrating shot flung Simmons away, and he fell heavily to the ground, his wounds continuously bleeding. Holman, on the other hand, was barely injured and hovered like a war god.

"Simmons, you’re impressive, but you stand no chance of winning against me. Surrender now, and I’ll grant you dignity."

Simmons wiped the blood from his face and struggled to stand again. "That’s not possible. My team members are watching. As their captain, how could I concede? Bring it on!"

"Alright!" Seeing Simmons’ resolve, Holman respected him. "Then let me show you my ultimate move!"

Immediately, all of Holman’s spiritual ability manifested, shooting skyward like a pillar of light. The overwhelming spiritual force completely suppressed Simmons; even now Holman had the strength left in reserve. Bringing his long spear to the front, it radiated dazzling gold. He had grown accustomed to Simmons’ Soul Burst.

Simmons raised his Knight’s Shield, fully aware of his state. He decided to face this move head-on with all his might.

Roar~~~

The spear lunged like a dragon, and a meter-wide beam of golden light blasted towards Simmons. He gritted his teeth, crouched down, and boom...

The two spiritual abilities collided, Simmons gritted his teeth as blood splattered, but he refused to move. His body began to crack, yet he did not want to retreat. Having hesitated for nearly twenty years, he wished to be courageous just this once, feeling as though his body would split apart.

Rock and the others watched Simmons, their fists tightly clenched. Conceding was the best option; continuing like this might cost him his life. But Simmons had come this far and refused to yield, refused to accept fate. His body’s strength was steadily drained, his consciousness growing faint, while Holman’s power continued to build.

It was over, Simmons knew the outcome, yet he felt an unprecedented calm in his heart. Even if he had to die, he wanted to do so heroically. He didn’t want to end up like Zheng Shengxun, utterly defeated and humiliated. In his final moment, he wanted to go out like a true man.

Just as he prepared to unleash the last of his spiritual ability in one final burst, suddenly, from nowhere, a cool sensation filled his body, instantly revitalizing him. Simmons’ eyes brightened sharply.

Holman was startled too; he hadn’t intended to deliver a killing blow. His grandfather had mentioned Simmons as a national pillar, and defeating him sufficed. However, Simmons was so resilient that Holman had to exert full strength. Just as he was about to break through, Simmons suddenly seemed revitalized. Before Holman could react, Simmons clutched his chest, extracted a thunderous purple Knight’s Sword, and directly slashed at Holman, accompanied by the resounding melody of a dragon from the heavens.

Boom...

A fierce light burst between them, instantly exploding. With shield in one hand and sword in the other, Simmons’ Divine Relic was complete. It was a Greatsword, entirely adorned with dragon patterns intertwined with lightning.

Holman deflected the sword aura and wiped blood from his face, but he smiled. Simmons smiled too. Without Holman, he might never have completed this transformation. The power boost allowed him to appreciate Holman’s adherence to the knight’s spirit, greatly admiring the dedication for achieving such strength.

"Holman, you’re the best opponent I’ve faced. Now you can use your full strength!"

"Good, breaking through at the scene. You’re also the best opponent I’ve encountered. I will use my dueling spear to thoroughly defeat you!" Holman declared aloud, sensing something strange. Not only did Simmons know some peculiar Secret Arts, but he also bore two distinct spiritual abilities coexisting naturally and, combined with the sword-shield Divine Relic, he was a formidable opponent.

As the two prepared for their battle, the entire arena suddenly shook violently. The blue sky quickly darkened, then was bathed in the blood red of twilight. The city descended into chaos, as countless rats and flies poured out from the sewers, scurrying madly everywhere, fearlessly attacking the human population, even biting them actively. Crows flooded the sky, screeching frantically.

At this moment, from the direction of the Royal Palace, a beam of bloody light shot upwards. Ola the Eighteenth clutched his chest, his face entirely devoid of color, while Edro the Red-robed Archbishop also turned pale.

Hokele and Achilles rushed to support the King, unaware of what had transpired. Ola’s whole body trembled, "Hokele, stay behind and stabilize the situation. Duke Tia, Archbishop Edro, follow me to the palace. The Golden Tree is in danger!"

Duke Tia and Archbishop Edro felt their hearts sink. Moncalleta feared nothing, save for issues with the Golden Tree; it was the root of Moncalleta’s perpetual prosperity. The group hurriedly departed as countless citizens in the arena were captivated by the celestial phenomena.

Li Xin and Christie exchanged glances, observing the sky and witnessing the King’s hurried departure. It didn’t seem like a good omen. Could the Song of Hell be initiating its actions?

After the Inner Demon was discovered to be Prince Oliver, the matter had come to a close. The Artificial Humans’ case was under the Church Court’s jurisdiction, which was beyond their reach. Judging by this, significant events were at hand.

In the Hex Bird Society’s underground base, Night Patrol cautioned around a box. It was a sealed item from the Moon God’s Court, coded 6-157, where 6 represented the Sixth Epoch, and 157 was the ID. The 1 indicated the first level, overseen by Ma Zhe.

Ma Zhe suddenly sensed something abnormal; the other Night Patrol members also noticed the disturbance. "Have things gone wrong?" Wusu inquired.

Ma Zhe frowned, nodded, "Soul Burst must have taken action. Isaac made away with the Artificial Human."

"Our people lost them; Soul Burst certainly has skilled operatives. We didn’t dare approach recklessly," Wusu remarked.

Ma Zhe nodded, "That’s the upper echelons’ intention as well. Considering, the day of the finals is also the Golden Tree’s weakest period. Who knows to what extent Soul Burst can achieve, weakening the Earth Temple is the key."

Night Patrol was also involved; Isaac was undoubtedly part of the Song of Hell. He employed Hex Bird Society as cover to conceal the Artificial Human, leveraging the Moon God’s ability of concealment to evade the Earth Temple.

Though Ma Zhe wasn’t informed of the purpose, from the perspective of the Moon God’s Court, weakening the Earth Temple served Moon God’s interests. Only thus could the Moon God’s Court truly establish its foothold in Moncalleta Kingdom. As a high-ranking member of the Moon God’s Court, Christie knew well that royal authority wouldn’t dare truly confront the Church Court but would instead seek another divine mandate.

On the Dao Yuan Continent, which church doesn’t want to establish roots in Moncalleta? This situation, conveniently facilitated, is undoubtedly welcomed by the Moon God’s Court.

"Who knows whether this will be good or bad," Wusu said in a deep voice.

"It’s no longer our concern," Ma Zhe remained silent for a while, forcing a lighthearted smile. This matter was immense, extraordinarily immense; it could lead to rivers of blood, except let it not implicate the innocent.

No one knows to what extent Soul Burst might achieve from observing the celestial phenomena. It seems a major event is imminent.