Chapter 231 Knight

Ever since he learned that there was a god around the rebel leader, Jophiel Yialos had replayed the deaths of his subordinates and himself countless times in his mind.

Layer upon layer of tides flooded the beach, the shallow waters appearing exceptionally clear and transparent in the sunlight, a breathtaking beauty that left no one guessing whose burial place it would be. A blond youth gazed upon them calmly, breathtakingly beautiful yet simultaneously terrifyingly majestic, almost trembling with fear, making them prostrate themselves on the ground. No one could doubt his identity—a god, his blue eyes rimmed with golden light, gazed upon six ants, clad in silver helmets and wielding silver spears, who had dared to challenge him as mere mortals.

A tall, dark-haired young man slowly stepped out from behind the figure. He was still as pale as when they'd first met, and a fleeting memory flashed through Knight Commander Iyaros's mind—back then, the young man had been a mere viscount's son, an unremarkable scholar, yet now he was a rebel leader who deserved the guillotine.

Under the knights' vigilant and hateful stares, the culprit who had already reduced them by half before they even met spoke slowly: "Good day, gentlemen."

...Who the hell wants to say good day to you!

"And you, Knight Commander Yialos." Those terrifying smoky-gray eyes turned and stared into the Knight Commander's eyes without emotion. "I hope you have passed my regards to Her Majesty the Queen."

"No need to say more!" A knight stepped forward and shouted, "Where have you hidden the royal bloodline that's calling for help?!"

Everyone present could see that he was actually very nervous. The fingers gripping the gun barrel were trembling slightly, and had turned a pale blue like a dead person.

"I didn't hide her. She has already left Spiral Bay." The black-haired young man answered patiently.

"I'm curious." He actually revealed a childlike curiosity. "The soul contract binds you, requiring you to protect the royal family—but what if they die unexpectedly? What if you're unable to act due to force majeure? Would that count as a breach of contract?"

Of course, no one answered him. Knight Commander Yialos gestured behind his back. The next second, he heard his target sigh slowly, "...Looks like we still have to fight first."

No one dared to hold back. From the outset of the battle, the knights unhesitatingly activated every magical tool and scroll they could muster. Suddenly, a dazzling display of spells blazed forth, forcing the professor to narrow his eyes and duck behind a certain god.

Six spears roared like dragons in the raging wind, accompanied by the silver shimmer of a magic circle. Thousands of inverted blades emerged from behind the charging knights, interweaving in the clouds to form two massive, intersecting silver spears guarding the Iris Crown. The mighty air currents actually forced the waters of the surrounding ocean for a hundred miles to recede, revealing the harsh, cold reefs beneath.

But the magic circle, always so powerful, now seemed as fragile as a spider web in a gust of wind. Lieutenant Servi's armor was the first to crack. Those mithril plates, once forged by the finest craftsmen, peeled away under some terrifying force, revealing a face twisted in agony from burst blood vessels.

Yialos roared and hurled his silver spear. The tip shone like a shuttle of light, the chain trailing behind it like a tail of flame. The spike, which should have pierced the mountain, froze half a meter in front of the god. He heard the spear's dying wail. The spells engraved on it peeled away at a visible speed. With a soft sound, the silver spear that had accompanied him for over twenty years completely shattered into pieces and dissipated lightly in the wind.

Until now, God has not even moved a step from where he was.

"...The Final Oath." The blond god repeated softly, and the sword finally took shape inch by inch in his right hand.

Nightmare.

The first victim was the Knight Commander's lieutenant, half his body reduced to bones as he fell at the god's feet. The enemy hadn't even intended to kill them; it was simply because mortal bodies couldn't withstand the storm whipped up by divine power, and they chose to rush into it—then the second, the third, and until the moment of death, the body of the Silver Helmet Knight remained in a charging posture.

Fortunately, the gods seemed quite curious about them, waiting almost patiently for the knights' attacks before counteracting them one by one. This slowed down the progress of this tragic yet absurd suicide attempt, but only slightly. Iyaros's knuckles dug deep into his palms. He picked up the victim's spear, gripping the handle stained with his companion's blood. With a roar, he and the remaining two knights unhesitatingly rushed towards the storm of death.

——Right now!

Ialos suddenly retracted the tip of his spear, and while the god was tacitly blocked from view by the other two, he rushed towards his real target without hesitation, regardless of his body being torn apart by the storm.

He was so fast, like a falling meteor, that a look of shock and anger finally appeared on the blond god's face. The other two knights didn't even have time to let out a final scream before they were pierced through the chest by an invisible force. Ialos felt only a piercing pain as he tried to reach for the black-haired youth with his right hand. The spear disappeared from his arm, along with it.

But it was too late. The only remaining teleportation scroll that he had kept hidden in his arms shone brightly, accompanied by a dazzling light and a blow filled with the wrath of a god that almost shook the entire bay. When the dust settled, the damaged bay was empty - the figure of the black-haired young man completely disappeared from the spot.

Far away at Skua Wharf, Maxine and Ole suddenly looked up. To be more precise, almost everyone, whether the Silver Helm Knights, the navy, the pirates, or the Seamen's Guild, had stopped fighting, frozen in place by the earth-shattering noise emanating from Spiral Bay.

The two looked at each other and saw each other's solemn faces.

The familiar magical fluctuations from Spiral Bay were evident. Their companions had indeed warned them before parting that no matter what they heard or saw, they should proceed according to the original plan—but this noise was a bit too loud!

Maxine was the first to realize that His Majesty had entrusted her with full responsibility for the leadership of the riot with such confidence that she even felt a little guilty about this heavy trust.

"Don't worry, Azuka is here." The red-haired girl said softly, "Just trust them."

Ole came back to his senses and sneered when he heard this: "Who cares about those two troublemakers?"

As the saying goes, a scourge lasts a thousand years; he might as well worry about himself. Those three silver-helmeted knights at Golden Reef seemed to be going crazy for some reason. If he and Marshilin hadn't tried their best to restrain them, they would have caused a big disaster.

The Troublemaker No. 1, whom he had secretly criticized, was gradually recovering from a huge dizziness. He could not help but dry heave a few times. The overly dazzling light of the teleportation scroll forced him to subconsciously reach out and rub his eyes that were blurred by physiological tears.

The next second, the black-haired young man was roughly grabbed by the collar and dragged over. Before he could react, he was kicked in the knee and forced to fall to the floor. His arms were folded behind his back and tied tightly.

professor:"……"

Tsk, it hurts, I bit my tongue.

The black-haired young man squirmed on the dirty floor and turned his head with difficulty - he saw Knight Commander Ialos, who was also sitting on the ground, covered in blood. His right arm was missing. He was biting a bandage that came from nowhere with his teeth and tying it tightly at the end of the broken limb to stop the bleeding.

"Where is this?"

Nova thought for a moment and asked very calmly, without any idea that he had become a prisoner.

He was answered by silence.

Until now, the knight commander still stood straight, and his pale facial features were mostly covered with blood, which made him look particularly cold and terrifying.

"...It seems the destination is a little unexpected for you." Looking up at people in this posture was very tiring. After a while, the professor began to feel a sore neck. He closed his eyes impatiently and simply lay down. His voice became a little unclear. "Anyway, it's not the Royal City—you wanted to take me back to the Royal City before, but now the teleportation scroll is out of control?"

Still no answer. He waited patiently for a moment, only to see the other man briefly tend to his injuries before stumbling to his feet and attempting to leave, seemingly intending to leave him there in this extremely uncomfortable position. Suddenly, the black-haired young man curled up and began to cough violently.

He coughed so violently, as if he would die in the next second. A trace of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, which looked particularly shocking against the backdrop of his pale skin.

The Knight Commander paused, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, he turned around and roughly picked up the man. He used his only remaining left hand to pinch open the man's jaw and examine it carefully. When he saw a small, bleeding scar on the tongue, he couldn't help but exert force with his left hand, so much so that the other man's bones made a slight crackling sound.

The guy slowly began to smile, and even though his face was deformed by being pinched in pain, his gray eyes were still surprisingly bright.

"You still don't dare to let me die." He mouthed to people proudly.

"A knight will not attack an unarmed person." Jophiel Yialos said coldly.

"Really?" The other person looked at him calmly with those smoky grey eyes that seemed to see through everything - how could he be so calm?!

"How many people did you bring? Eleven?"

"...Shut up." The knight whispered.

"If we're lucky, one or two of the three people on Golden Reef should survive." The other man ignored him, his pale face tinged with sarcasm. "You didn't ask them to use the teleportation scrolls to reinforce us. The royal family should be able to afford them—I see. You don't want them to die? Are they the lucky ones you've chosen, merciful Lord Knight Commander?"

"--Shut up!"

Yialos threw him away violently, his chest heaving violently. He couldn't help but stumble back a few steps, trying to get away from the madman who lay on the ground in a mess again, pulling the corners of his mouth into a smile.

...The devil. No one had ever stirred his emotions to this degree with just a few words.