With a loud crash, Cyrus's large sword, hanging from his waist, inexplicably appeared in his right hand. In a swift motion, he deftly disarmed Lucas's sword. At the forefront of the clash, Lucas suddenly felt a wave of darkness enveloping him. A force as mighty as an avalanche surged forth, seemingly carrying a twisting motion, causing Lucas's sword to slip from his grip. The spiral force continued along his arm, rushing upward, inducing a momentary blackout and almost forcing him to spew out a mouthful of blood!
Cyrus swung his large sword, descending it towards Lucas! The sword was immense, akin to a colossal gate. Once it fell, Lucas seemed destined to be cleaved in two! Despite witnessing the massive sword descending upon him, the overwhelming momentum left Lucas with no inclination to evade, a truly formidable strike!
Ariana's military knife thrust sharply towards the jade amulet in her hand.
The sword did not clear Lucas, prompting a loud shout from Cyrus, "Stop!" Ariana's military knife instantly halted. Cyrus's large sword also came to a standstill just above Lucas's head. The chilling edge of the sword made every hair on Lucas stand on end! The entire scene suddenly froze. Only Lucas's sword, far away, descended and produced a clinking sound.
The angry expression on Cyrus's face mask shimmered like a brilliant glow, firmly fixed on Ariana. "Princess Ariana, what do you want?" Ariana's delicate face tensed up, "Uncle Cyrus, let's each take a step back. Allow us to cross the Caspian Sea, and I will return the Stardust Amulet to you. You can find another Saintess for Great Persia, but there is only one sacred amulet for Persia."
Suddenly, beneath the face mask, a burst of cold laughter with a metallic tone erupted, "The land of Kingdom of Armenia still belongs to the dominion of Great Persia. Even if I don't pursue you, can you, relying on this young man, traverse a thousand miles to reach Roman after you cross the Caspian?"
At this moment, Lucas, stiff as a board, slowly crouched down, carefully avoiding the large sword above his head, and began to retreat cautiously. Almost peeing his pants... this metallic giant was incredibly strong. He thought he turned into a strongman after time-traveling. Unexpectedly, with just a swing of the sword, his peculiar strength sent his own sword flying! He stood in front of Ariana, and added, "Hey bro? I think it's better for everyone to step back a bit. Otherwise, if things fall apart, your boss won't be satisfied either." Before he could finish his sentence, he felt the scar on his hand suddenly starting to heat up again, a needle-like stinging sensation rushing up his arm. He quietly exclaimed in his mind, trying hard to suppress the urge to look at it. Maintaining the pose, that's the key now!
Cyrus and Ariana's gaze silently met, the knights of the hunting army kneeling on the ground dared not even breathe. Cyrus suddenly turned around and walked away, his footsteps seemingly shaking the earth. He shouted loudly, "Give them two horses!"
Suddenly, two kights jumped up and led over two horses. Cyrus turned away coldly and said, "Princess Ariana, this is the last favor I owe to your father. Before crossing the Caspian Sea, I will ensure your safety... but afterward, even if everything is reduced to ashes, I won't let you go! With the divine falcon in the sky and the mighty hunting army of Great Persia behind, even if you possess incredible abilities, where can you escape to? Go!"
The two kights handed the horses to Lucas, who shamelessly smiled and said, "Excuse me, help me pick up my sword." The kights gave him a blank look, then quickly ran to retrieve the sword for him. Stepping back, Lucas mounted the horse and looked at Ariana, who still maintained her posture. He suddenly understood that this clever girl was unwilling to put down the amulet that could threaten the Persia hunting army. Bending down while on the horse, he lifted Ariana up. The surrounding kights emitted a low gasp, unable to believe that this audacious guy dared to hold their princess like this. Lucas led the other horse and said, "Destiny brought us together, General Bro. If we meet again in the future, let's have a drink together ... See you!" With a whip of the reins, he swiftly dashed away.
Cyrus turned away from them, listening to the receding hoofbeats. Slowly, he sheathed his sword, flexing his wrist. "Such great strength..." The surrounding knights dared not make a sound as they watched him. Cyrus coldly ordered, "Divide into four teams, take turns following Princess Ariana, maintain contact, and head north west with them!"
The hunting knights resoundingly agreed and immediately began organizing their horses into teams. In no time, over a hundred riders, kicking up dust, followed Princess Ariana. A trusted officer approached Cyrus and whispered, "General Cyrus, we mustn't get too close now. Otherwise, the princess might destroy our sacred treasure. Perhaps bringing the princess back to the Ctesiphon City alive is difficult. But if we can bring the sacred treasure back, we can justify ourselves to the emperor."
Cyrus raised his hand, tilting his face mask toward the officer. The angry golden figure on his faceplate glinted with silver light. The officer immediately lowered his head in fear. "Princess Ariana is from a noble family, and her vigilance won't be easily lowered. Her close aide is also quite extraordinary. If we can't resolve this immediately, it might truly end in disaster. We'll follow them and wait for an opportunity when they relax, then use the crossbows!"