Too Lazy to be a Villainess novel Chapter 334

Chapter 334: The Fall of the Iron Wall

[Lavinia’s POV—The Battle with the Iron Wall]

Steel screamed.

Fire burned.

Blood rained.

And General Luke’s blade came down on mine like the wrath of a thousand storms.

CLAAAAANG!!!

The impact rattled through my bones, nearly tearing my grip open. Luke did not fight like a man. He fought like a fortress.

Cold.

Immovable.

Merciless.

He pushed me back a single step—but that single step felt like losing a mile. My boots skidded across the blood-soaked ground. I caught myself, spinning, letting the momentum of his strike propel me into a counterattack.

SWISH—!!!

My sword arced toward his ribs—but Luke caught it on the flat of his blade with terrifying ease.

"Is that all, Princess?" he growled. "Is this the Lioness of Eloria I heard of?"

I gritted my teeth, muscles straining.

"I don’t roar," I hissed. "I bite."

I twisted, forcing my weight to the side—and slid out from under him. Luke’s blade slammed into the ground, blowing dirt into the air.

I cut at his ribs—

SHHHHK!!!

The blade bit into his armor—deep enough to draw blood—but not enough to slow him. He spun with impossible speed, striking with the butt of his sword—

THUD!!!

His strike slammed into my shoulder. My armor took most of the damage—but it pushed me backward at least two steps.

He was strong.

Stronger than any man I had ever fought. Luke lunged again—his blade slicing through the air like a guillotine. I ducked—but he was already anticipating.

His boot slammed into my knee.

CRACK!!!

Pain shot up my leg. My balance faltered—just for a heartbeat—enough. Luke took that heartbeat and tore it open.

SHING!!!

His blade flashed.

This time—He didn’t aim for my armor. He aimed for the one place my plate didn’t cover:

My shoulder.

"—!—"

I jerked back, but I was too late.

SLAAAAASH!!!

The sword sliced into the exposed flesh between my pauldron and collarbone. A deep, clean cut. Hot pain exploded through my arm—My fingers spasmed— Blood splattered across my chest armor—

But I didn’t scream.

I didn’t gasp.

I didn’t flinch.

Luke froze for half a heartbeat. Shock flickered across his stern face.

"You did not..." he muttered, confused, "even react."

Blood dripped down my arm. Warm. Steady. Too much. But my voice came out cold—

"You think," I rasped, tightening my grip on my sword despite the pain shooting through my arm, "a little pain... will stop me?"

Luke’s eyes narrowed.

"Then allow me to give you more."

He swung—fast. But my pain sharpened my focus instead of dulling it. His next strike—I caught.

CLAAAAANG!!!

Our swords clashed again, sparks bursting between us. My injured shoulder screamed. But my other arm—my good arm—pushed with everything I had.

I stepped in close.

Too close for his blade to swing.

He realized too late. My elbow smashed into his jaw—

CRACK!!!

He grunted, stumbling a step back. I slashed across his chest—

SHHH!!!

His armor split, blood blooming beneath. Luke’s eyes widened—not in pain—in respect.

"You’re still standing," he said, voice low, breath rough. "With an open wound... that should cripple you."

Blood kept dripping from my shoulder, warm against my skin.

I smiled. Sharp. Bloody.

"I told you," I whispered. "I bite."

Luke roared.

A raw, animal sound—nothing disciplined or controlled. A sound ripped from a man who finally realized he was not facing a princess...but a predator.

He charged.

I charged.

CHAAAAAANG!!!!

Our swords collided again, vibrating through our bones. I hissed through my teeth, "Where is that kid?"

His jaw tightened. "Do you think I would tell you, Princess?"

He kicked me—hard. I stumbled back, boots digging trenches into the blood-soaked ground. But I only smirked, wiping a smear of my own blood across my cheek.

"Let me offer you something, General..." I tilted my head, eyes narrowed like a hunting cat."Surrender. Join me. Fight for Eloria. It will benefit you far more than dying here."

Our swords clashed again—brutal, close-range, and furious.

He snarled, blocking my strike, "For that... you need to win this battle first, Princess."

His blade slid dangerously close to my neck.

"Because once you do..." he continued, voice low, breath mixing with dust and iron, "...this general, this army—they will already be yours. Until then..." his eyes sharpened. "I protect the men I lead."

I drove my knee into his stomach—

THUD!!!

He grunted, stumbling back, but not falling.

"You’re loyal," I said, circling him. "I like that. Rare... and useful."

His expression didn’t flicker.

"And I also know you wouldn’t leave that stupid kid sitting in the camp," I continued. "He must be somewhere here... right?"

His face didn’t break.

Not a blink.Not a twitch.Not a crack in the wall.

Luke exhaled softly. "Why don’t you find him yourself?"

I raised my sword.

"Oh, I will."

And then—

I roared:

"HALDOR!!!!!!!!!"

The battlefield stopped for a second.

"YOUR HIGHNESS! YOUR ORDER!!!" Haldor’s voice thundered across the battlefield, powerful and commanding.

SHHHHK—!!!

"—ugh!!" Luke staggered, falling hard to one knee.

"Arrest him," I ordered. "Bind his wounds enough so he doesn’t die—but do not heal him.Not until I finish what matters."

"FIND THE PRINCE! DRAG HIM OUT—HE IS HERE. SOMEWHERE."

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[Haldor’s POV—War Ground—Before the Sunset]

Only one order: "DRAG THE PRINCE OUT—HE’S HERE SOMEWHERE!"

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