Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO; Chapter 2392

Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO

Chapter 2392; As Wished! Dance of No Spears!

The collapse of the third fortress wall caused a massive commotion, and the sound of it eventually reached the first squad of the Wolf Warrior Unit. But the situation there was dire.

Over 2000 elite Wolf Warriors had fought to the death, and now fewer than 300 remained. Nearly every one of them was injured, missing limbs, blinded eyes, or worse.

Santiago was no exception. Even after unleashing the Dance of Two Spears, he had been knocked back by the Great Saint King and sent crashing down from the high wall.

“Dragon Saint!”

“Captain!”

“Santiago!”

Liora and the few surviving Wolf Warriors shouted, their hearts clenched with worry.

Everyone understood very clearly, if they couldn’t complete their mission, then everything the other had sacrificed for would be meaningless. They would all be trapped here forever. And the only person they could count on to carry out the mission was Santiago.

“Aaahh!”

Santiago stood up once more. Blood still gushed from his severed arm, and his lips were drenched in crimson.

“Silver Dragon Spear Saint, what an empty title.”

The Great Saint King, along with the Great Saintess, leapt down from the wall. His eyes were filled with disdain.

“I heard you were the heir to the Dawnbringer’s legacy. But you’re nothing like him, you can’t even see his shadow!”

“Heh…” Santiago laughed in the face of mockery. Then, he suddenly let out a furious roar. “I admit I’m nowhere near the Dawnbringer’s level, but that doesn’t mean I can’t kill you!”

Then, a dragon’s roar tore through the skies.

Liora immediately understood, this was Santiago’s final stand. She urgently resumed her playing, using music to boost Santiago’s strength.

But then…

She froze.

Even though she couldn’t see, her melody had suddenly reasoned with two other musical currents nearby.

“Isabella? Jane?!”

Liora was stunned.

Had her departed friend truly returned?

She quickly shifted the rhythm of her tune to let Santiago know what was happening.

At that moment, silver light surged forth as a massive dragon of pure silver energy roared and charged straight at the wall.

Santiago’s target was crystal clear. Even if he couldn’t kill the top-sage-level Great Saint King or the former Saintess, whose strength remained unfathomable, he would still die trying to pierce through this fortress wall.

All eyes were filled with hope.

They had to succeed.

They had to win.

Boom!
The enormous silver dragon slammed into the wall.

As the smoke and dust slowly cleared, their expression shifted from hope to despair.

It hadn’t been the Great King who blocked Santiago’s ultimate attack, but the Great Saintess. She had raised both hands and blocked the Dance of One Spear entirely. Then, she bounced it back.

Santiago froze in shock, completely stunned and unable to move.

“Santiago!” Liora cried out in panic. “You can’t die!”

Her desperate scream seemed to pierce through the space and reach the fourth fortress wall.

Isabella trembled slightly, She suddenly lost focus.

Yorick, who had been fighting to her music, battling four lower triple-S rank experts on his own without falling behind, was immediately overshelmed as her melody faltered. He was struck repeatedly and send flying.

“Yorick!”

Blake rushed in and threw himself over his brother, shielding him with his own body.

Tears fell from Jane’s eyes and landed on the stringer of her instrument. Her heart ached as if torn apart.

Why… why am I doing this? The Chanaeans before me… they’re staring death in the face, yet not one of them is flinching.

“Hahaha! You’re dead meat, Chanaean! Victory belongs to the West!”

The four foreign experts, having overpowered their formidable foes, let out triumphant laughter.

Despair slowly engulfed the fourth squad.

The 200 or so survivors in the first squad also collapsed to their knees, hopelessness etched across their faces.

Just then, a weak voice rang out. “Never… Never give up… We soldiers of Chanaea… we never learned what it means to quit… As long as we don’t give up… one day, we’ll become stronger…”

“Santiago!”

Liora’s tears had already begun to fall.

At that moment, Santiago was actually repeating the teachings the Dawnbringer had given them years ago. And when he struggled to his feet again, every soldier watching burst into tears.

His clothes were torn to sherds; his entire body soaked in blood. His left arm and right leg weren’t just broken; they were completely gone. And yet, he gripped his silver spear tightly with his remaining hand and used his one good leg to stand once more.

Seeing that, even the Great King and the Great Saintess fell silent, gradually developing a trace of respect for such an opponent.

“Liora… is it her? Has she come back?”

“Yeah…” Liora came to her senses and quickly nodded.

“Please tell her… I never hated her. I still love her. Can you do that?”

At that, Santiago gritted his teeth and planted his silver spear into the ground, then pulled out his hip flask from his waist.

“Sure…”

Looking at the tragic smile on his face, Liora felt her heart sink. But she still gathered all her strength and began to play that old song form long ago.

“S-Santiago!”

Up on the fourth fortress wall, Jane suddenly felt the melody. Her body trembled violently, and tears streamed down her face like a never-ending waterfall.

Love and familial loyalty had always been irreconcilable. She had chosen duty and tradition over love, yet Santiago continued to be so foolish.

She didn’t think it was worth it for him.

“I’m sorry… Santiago. I’ve failed you…”

Gulp, gulp…

Even now, Santiago continued to drink, his stomach swelling slightly from the gulps. He muttered to himself like a fool. “Jane… I never blamed you… I never once blamed you…”

The Great Saint King had run out of patience and was ready to personally send this crippled Silver Dragon Spear Saint to the afterlife. But to his surprise, the Great Saintess raised a hand and stopped him.

The Great Saint King was confused. But when he looked at his wife… he realized she was crying.

Why?

“Hahaha…” Santiago let out a bold laugh and tossed aside his flask. While tearing off his tattered clothes, he slowly wrapped his hand and the silver spear tightly together. “Liora, I want to dedicate a song to Commander Dawnbringer, Wish come Ture. I want to tell him… that the land and rivers of Chanaea still stand strong. And I believe… the golden age of Chanaea will come to pass, just as he wished!”

Tears steamed from Liora’s eyes like a mountain spring, and she still nodded. “Okay…”

Santiago closed his eyes, recalling what the Dawnbringer had once said to him before his death.

“Santiago… don’t grieve for me. Some battles, if we don’t’ fight them, they’ll fall on our children instead. We must shield the young from the storm, just as I protected you today, you’ll protect the next generation tomorrow. As long as our land remains, Chanaea will never die. One day, we will build a world of lasting peace…”

Santiago smiled and murmured with his eyes still closed, “Commander, I’ve wasted my martial path, but I will never waste your hope. I will shield the children from this storm. The golden age of Chanaea… will come, just as you wished!”

Everyone stared at Santiago.

Some could hear his words.

Others could not.

But all of them could feel something strange emanating from him at this moment.

Liora’s tears had nearly dried. Through her blurred vision, she saw a figure standing behind Santiago, Commander Dawnbringer himself. Radiant with glory.

“Commander Dawnbringer… the golden age of Chanaea will come, just as you wished Aahhh!”

Santiago opened his eyes once more. His body erupted in blinding silver light. He leaped forward with one leg, his silver spear morphing into a dragon’s head, his body forming its tail.

Dance of No Spears.

At last, he had grasped the ultimate form of the Dawnbringer’s spear style.

When one fought to protect the most important thing in life… that power becomes limitless. And at the end of his life… He finally understood.