The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 192 Sacrifice
"They all have to die if they want to keep us here!" The silver dragon roared, its dragon breath surging out and directly knocking over a fire demon that was raising a flaming battle axe.

"Roar!" Amidst the painful roar of the dragon, a scarlet wound appeared along with the flying flames, and scorching dragon blood splashed into the surging river.

"You're courting death!" Osbayar swung his Thousand Dragons Chant, unleashing a whip of fire. He felt an immense sense of frustration; human strength ultimately seemed insignificant in the face of a colossal beast…

"Breaking Army!" The golden Ten Thousand Dragons Chant shone brightly, compressing into a battle aura as thick as an arm, which transformed into a spear-like beam and stabbed out fiercely.

"Roar!" With a deafening roar from a fire demon, the spear light exploded on its body, instantly blowing off half of its shoulder and arm.

"Die! You damned lizard! You damned scum!" The wounded fire demon's eyes were bloodshot as he lashed out with his flaming whip.

"Bang!" A crisp sound rang out, and fine cracks began to creep outwards from the surface of the dragon shield in Osbayar's hand—the shield was about to shatter!
"Damn it!" Before Osbayar could react, the sturdy dragon shield in his hand shattered under the relentless attacks of the fire demons.

With a sharp whooshing sound, Osbayar saw a red phantom rushing towards him through the scattered fragments of his shield.

"It's over!" Osbayar was terrified. Without his shield, he had no chance or ability to turn his long dragon spear to block the swift attack.

"Roar!" The silver dragon's mournful roar interrupted the stunned Osbayar. He saw that his mount had actually raised a wing to block the earth-shattering blow, but as a price... the front part of the wing bone had been torn in two.

"Damn it! You all deserve to die!" Osbayar roared angrily as he watched his dragon plummet from the sky and become a full-fledged army.

"Osbayar! Get out of here immediately! I'll send you out! We can't all die here! Take my Reverse Scale to Dragon Island... to avenge me!" The silver dragon nervously watched as the surrounding fire demons viciously tore a piece of silver dragon scale that grew backward from its chest with its dragon claws. After that, the dragon's heart was revealed!

If the enemy's scales are broken, it's a fight to the death!
"No! No! My brother!" Osbayar cried, tears streaming down his face as he forcefully resisted the immense dragon force pushing him away.

"We can't win... Let's go! Don't die in vain!" The silver dragon, having lost its ability to fly and teleport, looked sadly at Osbayar. He was no longer the noble space elf of the dragon race; the difference in numbers was enough to bring him to his doom.

"Knights will not abandon their comrades! Humans will not abandon their allies!" Osbayar roared as he smashed a flaming battle axe that was being swung at them with the Ten Thousand Dragons Chant. The fire demon looked at the artifact in his hand with awe and retreated dozens of meters. Its battle aura surged and soon a new battle axe was formed.

"Roar!" The enraged silver dragon lowered its body, shook its head, and unleashed a torrent of dragon breath in a fan shape.

"Now! Immediately! Leave right now!" the silver dragon, having forced back at least three fire demons, said in a deep voice.

"For the glory we have lost!"

"We walked among men with compassion!"

"Salute to those knights who uphold justice!"

"We fight loyally for humanity!"

"With a pure heart, loving all people!"

"We wielded our shields to protect Middle-earth!" "We bravely faced the abyss of darkness!"

"Bury our nobility deep within humility!"

"I will ultimately sacrifice myself for the sake of humanity with glory!"

Glory! Mercy! Justice! Loyalty! Compassion! Protection! Courage! Humility! Sacrifice! Nine halos leaped onto his body as Osbayar chanted passionately. The nine rhythmic halos were so breathtaking, so heart-wrenching... Every knight can fight beyond their rank precisely because of these final sacrificial halos!
"You...you're insane!" The silver dragon felt the terrifying aura on its back, a power that surpassed the peak of the sixth rank.

"Tell me! What's above the sixth rank..." The hoarse voice seemed to come from hell, but the aura was as pure as heaven!

"Holy Sword! Judgment!" With his body cracked inch by inch, Osbayar grabbed at the air with his left hand, and a silver holy sword phantom appeared in his hand. Osbayar's eyes, which were filled with blood tears, revealed a hint of disdain, and then he pressed down hard!
"boom!"

The sky shattered! A silver holy sword, a thousand meters long, fell straight down, plunging fiercely into the fire demons!
"Awooo!" With a mournful howl, and as the silver light dissipated, the wounded fire demon vanished. In the massive crater a hundred meters deep, only a crimson fire demon heart remained, suspended half a meter above the ground. This was the last evidence of the fire demon's existence.

“So you can die too…” Osbayar coughed up a mouthful of dark red blood and wiped his mouth with his hand.

“Osbayar, you…” The silver dragon’s enormous eyes filled with tears. He understood that the moment the halo of sacrifice rose was the most glorious moment of a knight’s life, and also the moment when his life was about to end…

"Why..." Silver Dragon's voice trembled. The understanding between the man and the dragon made him understand what his knight was thinking.

“I’m sorry, this wasn’t supposed to be your battle… I’m sorry for dragging you into this… As for that Reverse Scale… you should just pretend it’s not yours… Go back to Dragon Island and take care of yourself… You’ve already done enough for me…” Osbayar said intermittently, coughing up blood as he lay on the dragon saddle.

"There are... 3 more..." In Osbayar's gradually blurring eyes, the three fiery red figures that appeared after the smoke cleared were so clear!
"Go! Astair! Go back to Dragon Island! Leave humanity! Leave Middle-earth! Don't come back... This is not your battlefield!" Osbayar, struggling to tumble off the dragon saddle, roared heart-wrenchingly at his comrades who had fought alongside him for a hundred years.

Seeing the knight's eyes blurred by the blood gushing from his own wounds, the silver dragon Astel bowed slightly, yielding the battlefield to him! This was his honor! This was his war! This was his homeland!

"Thank you..." Osbayar murmured softly, supporting himself with the chanting of the Ten Thousand Dragons, before limping toward the Balrogs. His time was running out...

"Roar!" A roar that sounded inhuman came from Osbayar's mouth.

"This strike... Gods, beg for forgiveness!" The Osbayar Dragon Spear, its body surging with battle aura, was raised.

"Dragon Rider's Heavenly Burial!" The Dragon Rider's strongest attack pierced the air, and a silver dragon formed from battle aura swooped down towards the Flame Demons.

The violent shockwave ripped through everything within a radius of hundreds of kilometers, tearing massive ancient trees and rolling hills into fragments, turning the entire land into a vast alluvial plain! This was the terrifying destructive power that a forbidden divine spell could unleash!
"With a mortal body... to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods!" The silver dragon Astel's dragon eyes suddenly narrowed to slits. He actually sensed the aura of a god on his knight! That strike actually contained a faint divine power, which was different from the divine power of the artifact Ten Thousand Dragons Chant. It was divine power born from Osbaya's body.

"No...no..." Astir cried out helplessly, he actually felt the nascent godhood within Osbayar's body!
"I'm sorry, old friend..." Before Osbayar could finish speaking, he collapsed to the ground and vanished into specks of light...

A long, mournful dragon's roar echoed throughout the north that day...

(End of this chapter)