Chapter 1459: Chapter 792_2

“Your safety is tied to the future of the Radiant Tribe. Even if we must expend our last breath, we cannot allow anything to happen to you.”

The other elders echoed him, their gazes filled with unwavering determination.

They understood deeply that, at this pivotal moment, protecting the Light’s Lawlord was an absolutely critical mission.

Thus, the Radiant Tribe swiftly altered their combat strategy.

A large number of powerful Radiant Clan strong ones rapidly assembled around the Light’s Lawlord, forming an unbreakable human wall.

Armed with weapons that shimmered with light power, their eyes vigilantly scanned the surroundings, ever ready to fend off any potential attack.

A smaller contingent of elite warriors stepped forward without hesitation, advancing boldly toward Logan’s direction.

These warriors moved with agility; their bright armor refracted dazzling brilliance under the sun. With resolute expressions, they carried loyalty to the Radiant Tribe and an unyielding thirst for victory, charging toward an unknown battlefront.

Their singular mission was to drain Logan’s stamina continuously, using drawn-out warfare to attempt to eke out a chance in this grueling fight — anticipating that Logan’s strength would eventually be exhausted amidst endless attrition, thus enabling them to shift the tide of battle for the Radiant Tribe.

The battlefield, filled with a tense and murderous aura, saw golden sand dancing in the air, seemingly disturbed by the ferocity of the war.

The confrontation between the Radiant Tribe and the Goblin Legion resembled two opposing torrents, poised to erupt into a cataclysmic clash at any moment.

Within the Radiant Tribe’s ranks, radiant light shone brightly, akin to the noonday sun. Soldiers clad in magnificent golden armor stood in neat formations, their gazes unwavering and sharp. With weapons that emitted holy light clasped firmly in their hands, their brilliance appeared powerful enough to dispel all darkness.

At the center of their formation, the Light’s Lawlord sat upon a throne crafted from pure gold, encrusted with resplendent gems that exuded endless majesty.

The Lawlord was dressed in an immaculate white robe and wore a crown that shimmered golden light. His sculpted features were handsome and his gaze profound, as though imbued with infinite wisdom and power.

He tilted his head slightly to gaze ahead at the Goblin Legion, his expression solemn yet composed, as if contemplating the trajectory of the battle.

In stark contrast was the Goblin army, spreading across the land in seemingly endless numbers.

These goblins, small of stature yet extraordinarily nimble, had skin of gray-green hue — as though cloaked in darkness.

Their eyes glowed with an eerie red light, brimming with greed and cunning.

Clutching crude but perilous weapons, they wielded sharp daggers, barbed spears, and bows radiating mysterious energies.

At this moment, the tension on the battlefield was at its peak, as if even the air had frozen solid.

Due to the Radiant Tribe’s strategy change, their impenetrable defensive formation pressed Logan’s nerves tightly, causing a deep sense of frustration to surface in his mind. His brows knitted together tightly, forming deep furrows across his forehead, and his gaze carried hints of anxiety and irritability.

His eyes darted across the protective Guardians encircling the Light’s Lawlord as his mind raced, searching for a solution.

“What should I do now?”

Logan murmured bitterly to himself, his voice tinged with resignation.

His hand instinctively gripped the Emperor Weapon tighter — a massive axe shrouded in a dark aura. Its blade glinted with ominous light, as though capable of devouring everything.

“If we aim to slay the Light’s Lawlord, we must first eliminate all the Radiant Clan strong ones. But the difficulty is immense.”

Beside Logan, a Goblin General couldn’t help but speak after hearing his concerns.

This General, slightly taller than the others, wore somewhat ornate leather armor with a scar etched from the corner of his eye — adding to his menacing appearance.

“Yes, Chieftain, their defense is too tight. It’s near impossible for our brothers to break through,”

another Goblin Warrior chimed in, his voice betraying a touch of fear.

Logan let out a long sigh, his gaze returning to the Light’s Lawlord, a flicker of determination briefly crossing his eyes.

Though he gripped the powerful Emperor Weapon and commanded a legion of Goblins numbering in the thousands, even so, he found himself in unprecedented turmoil.

He knew well that prolonging this stalemate would spell disaster for the Goblin army.

Cornered from every angle, Logan suddenly conceived a daring plan. His eyes grew sharp, signaling the weight of a critical decision.

“Why not make a gamble? If I can slay their Throne Strong Individual, their side will crumble like scattered sand,” Logan said, his voice quiet but resolute.

“But, Chieftain, such risks… If you fall, our entire Legion would be finished,” the scarred Goblin General protested anxiously.

“I know the risk is huge, but we have no other choice. If I don’t act, we risk total annihilation,”

Logan declared firmly, his eyes brimming with a desperate courage born from a willingness to sacrifice everything.

“But…” The General hesitated, still unconvinced.

“Enough. I’ve made my decision. Stay here and wait for my execution of the plan. Once I act, coordinate your attack with mine.”

Logan’s tone left no room for argument. As his words settled, he exhaled deeply and began moving forward. Step by step, his figure receded into the swirling sands.

Amid the vast open wasteland, the wind howled furiously, whipping up clouds of dust that filled the air.

The sky hung with an eerie yellow hue, shrouded by an oppressive haze, amplifying the stifling tension of the impending clash.

Looking ahead, one would see Radiant Tribe strong ones huddled together in a dense, unyielding circle.

Clad in radiant white robes glowing with sacred brilliance, every individual exuded powerful auras. Their joined presences melded into an indestructible fortress.

At the circle’s center hovered the Light’s Lawlord high above. His regal golden robe billowed in the wind, crowned with a jewel-encrusted corona, his proud visage betraying traces of arrogance.

His frosty gaze swept across the battlefield as though assured of victory, trusting implicitly in the impenetrable defense forged by his protectors.

Outside the circle, Logan stood alone, armed with a long spear, silent yet steadfast.

Tall and upright, he was like an ancient pine rooted deep within the earth; his sharp, unwavering gaze resembled the brightest of stars piercing through the night–fixed solely on the Light’s Lawlord at the center of the formation.

The biting wind thrashed against his billowing black cape, creating a torrent of sound but failing to rattle his resolve.

Logan furrowed his brows lightly, pondering silently:

“This operation is indeed fraught with danger. Yet after weighing every possibility, there isn’t a better alternative.

If we don’t seize this moment to eliminate the Light’s Lawlord, he will become a grave threat in the future. Even surrounded by legions of strong ones, no one would willingly risk their life to protect him forever–not when death looms close.”

Resolute in his decision, Logan drew a deep breath and let out a thunderous roar, before thrusting off the ground with explosive force. His whole figure transformed into an arrow, shooting straight toward the Radiant Tribe’s encirclement.

The long spear in his hands gleamed with a frosty edge, writhing like a sinuous water dragon poised to strike.

The Light’s Lawlord, watching as Logan charged alone, weapon in hand, seemed momentarily petrified. Shock overwhelmed his regal expression, his wide-open eyes radiating sheer disbelief.

His thoughts raced in muted panic: “How is this possible? Protected by so many strong ones, how dare Logan approach alone? Does he not fear walking straight into his demise, his life squandered in vain here?” The Light’s Lawlord trembled with shock and dread so profound that he forgot even the simplest of countermeasures, his mind blanked out completely.