### Chapter: 303
The Conqueror’s White Knight
The knight responsible for the first among the four horsemen of the apocalypse that will soon appear.
From the moment he showed up, the world began its descent into utter destruction.
The unique ability of the Conqueror’s White Knight is the power to command the beasts of the land.
Once the Conqueror’s White Knight steps into the world, the limits of World Erosion are lifted and the erosive creatures begin to showcase their full might even from the outside.
Ka-boom!
A sound of something collapsing echoed in Kraush’s ears.
As he slowly turned his head, he saw an overwhelmingly massive giant descending, smashing through the Freya Mountains.
A giant, ruler of the Gold Region’s Forest of Giants.
The moment he was unleashed, the restrictions of World Erosion were lifted.
This was undoubtedly the worst-case scenario.
Kraush quietly looked up at the spectacle.
That place engulfed in flames must be the Empire.
After a series of catastrophes, the Empire turned into a battleground, quickly facing its decline, culminating in the appearance of the Conqueror’s White Knight, which dealt the final blow.
Kraush frowned as he observed the flames consuming the Empire.
Not long ago, he had walked through the tangible Aura that had emerged from the Demonic Bastion.
So, was this place just an illusion created by the Aura?
If it was an illusion, why was it showing such a scene?
‘Maybe it’s a warning.’
Aura is the power that protects the world.
But now, perhaps it was warning Kraush of the imminent danger he would face.
The prophetic four horsemen.
Kraush gazed up at the Conqueror’s White Knight.
Even from this distance, the knight’s overwhelming power sent shivers down his spine.
Though he had come this far using every trick in the book, facing that monster was beyond his means.
After all, even the renowned Heavenly Sword had met its end at the hands of such monsters.
He and the Sky Generation had fought with unity and sacrifice, but most nations had nearly been wiped out in the process.
And then came the final death—the Blue Knight of Death.
That particular knight could not be halted.
The Blue Knight of Death embodied death itself, inheriting the powers of all preceding knights.
No destruction would cease until he was defeated.
The very arrival of the Blue Knight of Death spelled doom for the Sky Generation, leading them to their inevitable demise.
Kraush could still vividly picture that scene in his mind.
It was the same for Mary, Sigrid, and Abella.
The Blue Knight of Death had been a significant trigger that gnawed at their psyches.
Kraush, stained with curses, was fortunate enough to retain his sanity amidst it all.
Had things gone any differently, he might have ended up a hopeless wreck.
Yet deep inside, that thought lingered.
What if, before the four horsemen of the apocalypse appeared, more of the Sky Generation had survived?
What if they could have saved Heavenly Sword and Ten Great Lords?
If they could have maintained the country, kept the front lines stable, and reinforcements flowing, then maybe they could have stood a chance against the Blue Knight of Death.
But by the time the Blue Knight of Death appeared, far too many had already perished.
The Sky Generation was nearly extinct, and the concept of a nation had long since crumbled.
In such a state, standing against the Blue Knight of Death was impossible.
To avoid repeating that fate, Kraush was striving to grow stronger, trying to unite those around him.
Because he hoped that as many lives as possible could stand against the coming doom.
‘Is what I’m seeing now a fragment of my memories or a glimpse of the future?’
Kraush couldn’t tell.
All he felt was that this was the world’s way of putting him through a trial.
“You’re not asking me to take that down, are you?”
Kraush glanced at the Conqueror, erasing everything in its path.
If it was a trial that required defeating that, then it was stepping way over the line.
At that moment, a glimmer of gold suddenly flashed in the sky.
Like a shooting star, a golden light streaked toward him.
The moment Kraush saw that light, he realized this place was built on the foundation of his memories.
Without thinking, he began to chase after the glimmer.
“...Aria.”
Meanwhile, the shooting star fell right in front of the Conqueror’s Knight.
Kaboom!
The sword stretching out from the golden light sliced through in an instant towards the Conqueror’s Knight.
Clang!
The giant bow swung by the Conqueror’s Knight collided with Aria’s sword.
Kraush’s eyes widened as he saw this older version of Aria, one that looked drastically different from his memories.
As it turned out, Aria’s appearance now was far more mature than the boy he had once known.
“Wait, what?”
Aria, confronted by the Conqueror, looked just like the last version Kraush had seen.
Rather than the familiar shell he once knew, he was face to face with the genuine modern Aria.
There was a feminine air to her now, a stark contrast to the androgynous figure he once remembered.
But right now, the Aria glowing before Kraush was an even bigger shock.
Pony-tailed golden hair flowed behind her.
A delicate jawline paired with a refined nose, her golden, luminous eyes radiated deep beauty.
Despite resembling the Aria he knew, there was one crucial difference that knocked Kraush off his feet.
Aria was wearing the ancient artifact known for its unmatched durability—Knightly Robes.
The way the Knightly Robes fit her figure was all too evident.
Within that scabbard, the Aura that dwelled in Kraush began to erupt violently.
Kraush didn’t know how to condense Aura into a physical form like Durandal.
He hadn’t previously possessed enough Aura to even attempt such an endeavor.
Therefore, Kraush changed his method to that which only he could formulate.
He would confine the Aura within the scabbard, forcefully condensing it using the tricks from the Sword Demon technique.
Immediately, the Aura that resided within Kraush was swiftly absorbed into the scabbard.
However, that alone wouldn’t complete the God of Creation Weapons.
Kraush began to suck in all the Aura surrounding him.
The element he obtained from Eri played a significant role in stabilizing this reckless absorption, preventing it from backfiring.
Kraush stuffed the absorbed Aura back into the scabbard.
Inside that scabbard, the Aura battered wildly against the walls, becoming increasingly concentrated.
Cold sweat dripped down Kraush’s face.
Pumped full of the overwhelming power, it felt like his very sanity was hanging by a thread.
Heavy breaths escaped him.
His infused body started to tremble uncontrollably.
Crack!
But Kraush pressed on, using his body as the vessel.
His eyes gradually turned red.
Soon, scales sprouted upon his skin, and small horns began to emerge from his head.
Swip!
Yet, before he could completely condense the Aura, cracks formed in the scabbard.
The durability was failing to withstand the mass of Aura being pumped into it.
“Four Seasons!”
As such, Kraush quickly pulled out another card.
The moment he explosively shouted, the Four Seasons enveloped Kraush’s body and entangled the scabbard.
The specialty of the Four Seasons was retaining anything without collapse.
And this didn’t exclude the essence of life.
The moment the power of the Four Seasons was added to the scabbard, it hardened significantly.
Realizing this, Kraush wasted no time pouring even more Aura into it.
Crack! Crack!
White smoke began to billow from Kraush’s mouth.
The most violent strength in the world rampaged wildly within the scabbard.
Boom!
At that point, both the Conqueror and Aria noticed the violent force.
Both combatants turned to gauge Kraush.
The force converging around Kraush warped the surrounding space.
Even Aria found it hard to breathe in the presence of such overwhelming power.
Clash!
“C-cough!?”
The Conqueror seized the opportunity, pushing Aria away.
REEEEEEEE!
Then, beneath the Conqueror, a pure white steed cried out as it galloped forth, leaving Aria behind.
Simultaneously, the Conqueror drew back the bowstring and aimed at Kraush.
Perceiving him as a greater threat than Aria, the Conqueror launched an attack.
The thorns atop the Conqueror’s head glimmered fiercely.
A wave of light converging in front of the Conqueror’s bow surged and condensed into an impossibly destructive arrow.
The name of this arrow was Pure White, annihilating anything it touched.
It was one of the Conqueror’s most destructive weapons.
But Aria wouldn’t let it go unanswered.
Her body scattered like light before vanishing in an instant.
Then, the next moment, she reappeared right before the Conqueror.
Regardless of whether Aria had appeared or not, the Conqueror let go of the bowstring.
Aria’s sword, infused with starlight, absorbed all the surrounding illumination and swung sharply.
RUMBLE!
The clash of Aria’s sword against Pure White sent shockwaves through the vicinity.
With her trembling hands, Aria adamantly altered the trajectory of the arrow.
FIIYOOOOM!
The redirected Pure White soared upwards, piercing through clouds as it shot into the sky.
The recoil from such immense force consumed everything surrounding it.
In that aftermath, a brief flash of white light flickered.
Crack!
And in the center of that luminous white light, the sound of Kraush’s scabbard breaking rang out loudly.
From the breach in the scabbard, a radiant sword emerged.
Kraush, wielding the brilliant sword, simply swung it forward.
As the sword sliced through the air, a line was traced.
Swoosh—
In time, the line began to rupture and,
Boom!
The white flames erupted forth, consuming everything in their path.
Annihilation Erosion.
Eight Form.
God of Destruction.
The world split in two, igniting everything in fire.