The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 321: The Might of the Solaris House (1)

While Yue hunted down the Herald and Amon stood against the Titan King, Leon and the others were left to face the remaining four Titans. Even diminished in comparison to their sovereign, each of these ancient beings possessed the power to devastate continents with the mere swing of a limb. Their footsteps alone cracked the earth, their breaths stirred storms, and the pressure of their presence weighed upon the battlefield like the gravity of collapsing stars.

Yet Leon did not retreat.

With Ascalon blazing in his grasp, the young knight stepped forward. Holy Fire spilt from the blade in roaring waves as he opened the sixty-four suns within his soul.

Instantly, a blazing solar domain erupted around him—an ever-shifting field of radiant heat that burned and purified anything that stepped within its reach.

The Solaris Mystic Arts surged to life.

Leon did not wield them one by one, as ordinary Solaris knights did. Instead, he unleashed them all together, weaving them into a relentless solar symphony.

First came Dawn—a burst of radiant ignition that set the battlefield alight with sacred flames. The air shimmered gold as the terrain itself became a furnace of holy light.

Then Solstice Sanctuary descended upon the field. A vast halo of solar sigils spread across the ground, strengthening Leon's allies while eroding the vitality of the Titans.

Where the Titans stepped, their monstrous bodies sizzled under the oppressive brilliance. Any creature daring to approach him was immediately ensnared by Solar Flare Lotus. Blazing petals of condensed sunlight unfolded in midair, forming radiant traps that detonated whenever a Titan's limb broke through them.

But Titans were creatures of overwhelming might.

When their colossal fists descended with the force of falling mountains, Leon answered with Sunfire Bulwark Fortress. Walls of molten sunlight erupted around him, forming a rotating bastion that intercepted every crushing blow. Each impact sent ripples of solar shockwaves across the battlefield.

When it was time to strike back, Leon did not hesitate.

He raised Ascalon and invoked Heaven's Fall.

A pillar of celestial fire crashed from the sky like a descending star, smashing into the Titans' ranks and carving burning scars across the earth. The explosion lit the horizon like a newborn sun.

Any Titan that survived that devastation was immediately met with Solar Mayhem—an uncontrollable storm of solar blades and radiant eruptions that tore apart everything still standing.

Then Leon roared.

The Golden Dragon's Roar erupted from his lungs, shaking the heavens themselves. The sound carried the authority of ancient Golden Dragons, striking terror into the Titans' instincts while fortifying Leon's own will with indomitable courage.

And whenever the Titans managed to land a wound—no matter how grievous—the Blessing of the Sun flowed through Leon's body, knitting flesh and bone together with warm golden light.

From afar, the Solaris Commanders could only stare.

Their expressions shifted from disbelief… to revelation.

They had studied the Solaris Mystic Arts for decades, mastering each technique individually, polishing them into singular weapons of immense power.

But Leon had shown them something entirely different.

The arts were never meant to stand alone.

They were meant to flow together—layered, interlocking, relentless—until the knight wielding them became a living sun on the battlefield.

An unstoppable warrior who could attack, defend, empower, intimidate, and heal all at once without pause.

Perhaps this… was how the founder had truly intended them to be used.

And that truth made the commanders shudder.

Because Leon could only wield the Solaris Mystic Arts with such overwhelming precision for one reason. The spirit of Idrytis Solaris was guiding him from within Ascalon itself. The ancient founder watched through Leon's eyes, directing the flow of every technique like a master conductor guiding an orchestra of suns.

And there was another terrifying factor.

Leon's mana… no longer had limits.

The sixty-four suns within his soul churned endlessly, producing a boundless ocean of radiant energy. Where any other knight would collapse under the strain of wielding even a fraction of these techniques,

Leon continued without hesitation, without fatigue, and without consequence. The battlefield had gained something far more dangerous than a knight.

It had gained a living incarnation of the sun.

"BAHAHA, that's my grandson!!!"

Alrock Solaris burst into a peal of laughter, greatly amused by Leon's growth. It wasn't a stretch to call Leon the most complete Solaris Knight of all time now. Even he, as the Solaris Lord, felt inferior to this genius who was barely above twenty.

"Hmph, all the credit should go to Amon anyway. He was the one who trained that monster."

Carmen snorted while equipping her fists with the Legendary-Grade Fallen Stars. Clearly, she was preparing to join the battle, unwilling to let her junior claim all the limelight.

"Hold on, Carmen. We're not supposed to go in yet."

"The Titans are still holding back. If we go in early, we will just lose the element of surprise."

Gallahad and Raewyna Solaris tried to stop Carmen, too. They knew how hot-headed the Black Dragon Order Commander was, and how hard it would be to hold her back once she got her gears running. Fortunately, Carmen heeded the Golden and White Dragon Order Commander's words accordingly. Not because of mutual respect, but because she recalled her protege's words.

"Amon said the same thing… Don't worry. I'm just preparing my fists early."

Carmen's words and her actions didn't match. She looked like she was about to jump in at any given moment, drawing sighs from the Solaris Commanders.

Meanwhile, the members of Eldorin watched on nervously. They were here to support the ones chosen to inherit the Titans' divinities, but looking at the battle of that scale… they were unsure of what kind of support they could provide.

The Solaris Commanders were powerful enough to take on multiple Greater Demons on their own, and given their overwhelming might, it wouldn't be strange if they could fight against the Titans too.

Alas, the Titans weren't going to let them remain idle.

Pyrrhos stepped forward to meet Leon, accepting the role of his adversary without hesitation.

The colossal Titan's body burned like a walking volcano, its veins glowing with molten fire that pulsed beneath plates of obsidian flesh. When Leon's Holy Fire washed over it, the flames did not cripple the creature as they would lesser beings.

Instead, the sacred heat seeped into Pyrrhos' core and stoked the inferno already raging within. The Titan's power rose with every passing moment.

Realising the danger immediately, Leon did not face the Infernal Titan alone for long. A torrential roar echoed across the battlefield as Aluria descended into the conflict. With a single gesture, the skies darkened and split open.

Storm clouds spiralled into existence as she summoned rain from the heavens and drew vast rivers of water from the distant oceans themselves. Tides rose in midair and surged across the battlefield, crashing against Pyrrhos' expanding sea of flames. What followed resembled a clash between primordial gods.

Columns of fire erupted skyward while torrents of ocean water slammed down like celestial waterfalls. Steam exploded across the battlefield, turning the entire region into a churning storm of scalding mist and boiling clouds.

Every moment was a violent collision of two opposing elements.

Neither side held the advantage.

Aluria's divinity was diluted—an echo of what true gods once possessed. Yet Pyrrhos was no longer the complete Infernal Titan of ancient eras either.

Both powers had been diminished by time and circumstance, leaving them locked in a perfectly balanced struggle.

Fire against water. Inferno against the storm.

While their clash consumed half the battlefield, the remaining Titans seized the opportunity.

If Leon and Aluria were occupied, the rest of the defenders would have to face the full wrath of the Titan legions.

Theia was the first to act.

The ground trembled as the Titan drove her hands into the earth. Mountains cracked open and forests twisted violently as her power surged through the land itself. From shattered cliffs and uprooted forests rose towering treants sculpted in her likeness—massive wooden colossi whose bark had hardened into something tougher than forged steel.

But she did not stop there.

Stone itself began to move. Boulders split apart and reshaped into towering golems, their bodies carved from bedrock and reinforced with veins of metal. Each one radiated an aura of immense strength. Even the weakest among them possessed the might of a Guardian Knight with Five Suns.

And there were not dozens. Not hundreds… But thousands.

An entire army of living mountains marched forward under Theia's command.

At the same time, Xiphos unleashed its own terrifying ability. Its enormous body shuddered, then collapsed into a roaring flood of molten metal. Rivers of shimmering steel surged across the battlefield before rising again, reshaping themselves into countless humanoid forms.

Each one was a miniature incarnation of the Metal Titan. Unlike ordinary constructs, these automatons were formed from living liquid metal. Their bodies could flow and reshape at will—hardening into impenetrable armour one moment and dissolving into fluid metal the next.

If shattered, they simply reformed.

If cut apart, the pieces crawled back together.

If melted, they regenerated.

Within moments, the battlefield was filled with an unstoppable mechanical legion—thousands of liquid-metal warriors marching alongside Theia's stone giants and forest titans.

It was not merely an army. It was a self-sustaining war machine.

As long as Theia remained connected to the earth and Xiphos continued to command the metal of the world, their creations would never truly die.

Destroy one, and another would rise.

Break ten, and a hundred more would take their place.

Against such an endless tide, even the greatest warriors of humanity would feel the weight of despair creeping into their hearts.

Yet that… was the signal.

"Now!"

The stalemate did not last long.

From the rear lines, Carmen was the first to move.

She stepped forward—and then vanished.

A thunderous shockwave tore through the air as Carmen leapt from the backlines, her eight suns igniting within her soul like a miniature constellation. The moment they flared to life, she forced them into overdrive, compressing their power until her body became a living nuclear furnace.

Vast torrents of mana surged through her limbs and gathered into her fists. Golden-pink light erupted around her. Her skin hardened, scales of radiant draconic energy forming across her body as she invoked the draconic augmentation techniques of the Solaris Order.

The aura around her roared like a solar dragon awakening from slumber.

Then she descended.

Carmen tore through the sky faster than the speed of sound, the air splitting around her falling body as a cone of fire formed in her wake.

By the time the Titans realised what was happening, it was already too late. She crashed into the battlefield like a falling star.

With perfect execution, she unleashed Heaven's Fall—a strike so devastating that even Leon would have whistled in admiration had he witnessed it.

A pillar of solar fire erupted outward from the impact point, blasting apart the ground in a violent explosion of heat and light. The shockwave alone obliterated dozens of treants and stone golems.

But Carmen was only getting started.

The moment she landed, she launched into Solar Mayhem. Her fists became blinding streaks of gold and crimson as she unleashed a relentless barrage of strikes. Each punch detonated with the force of a solar eruption, shattering bark harder than steel and pulverising stone bodies that rivalled fortress walls.

Treants exploded into splinters. Stone golems collapsed into rubble. Entire clusters of Titan constructs were wiped out in seconds as Carmen tore through the battlefield like an incarnate meteor storm.

The other Solaris Commanders followed without hesitation.

Gallahad raised his blade and swept it across the battlefield, unleashing Divine Severance. A colossal arc of radiant energy surged outward, slicing through ranks of metal automatons and stone giants alike as if the battlefield itself had been cleaved in two.

At the same time, Raewyna spread her arms and invoked Solstice Sanctuary. A vast field of glowing solar sigils bloomed across the land beneath her feet. Within her domain, Solaris warriors felt their strength surge while the Titan constructs found their bodies weakening under the oppressive weight of solar law.

Any enemy foolish enough to enter her territory felt their movements slow and their power steadily drain away. Within moments, the battlefield transformed.

What had once been a one-sided tide of Titan constructs became a blazing war zone where Solaris Commanders fought like living suns, tearing through the endless armies of earth and metal.

Watching the Solaris Commander rush into action, the Eldorin members looked at each other blankly and shared one thought.

'Are we even needed here?'