Chapter 133 The Demonic Cauldron and the Holy Lance

The knight hiding in the corner was trembling with fear.

He had never seen such a huge and terrifying monster!

The vibration from just stepping on the ground is enough to make the knight's whole body numb!

After the knight escaped from Mr. Thunder, he was looking for the Holy Lance.

The knight's idea is simple.

Compared to Deerhorn, he was the weaker one. The Dusk Path excelled at preserving their own lives, while the Adaptive Path excelled at hiding. If they were to find two of the dead among the three, the knight believed they were one of them.

Then all he could do was to find the Holy Lance.

——Since the Holy Lance can defeat the giant, it should also be able to defeat Aleister!

Although after obtaining the Holy Lance, others will know their location...but if he can fight against Aleister, he will not be afraid of his attack; if the Holy Lance is not enough to defeat him, he will be caught up and killed sooner or later.

And if Lu Jiao and the assassin who killed Mr. Wu Yun sensed the Holy Spear and rushed over, he could try to kill one of them, or let Aleister, who was also lured over, kill him!

He is undoubtedly the weakest of these people.

Because of this, the knight did not have any hope at all - he was weak to begin with, so he had to resort to the most risky means in order to have a chance of winning!

So here comes the question.

——Where will the Holy Lance be placed?

The knight's way of thinking can even be called simple:

Since this ritual was conducted by the Silver Crown Dragon and the Snake Father, and there were no Pillar Gods like Great Master and Hourglass who favored the intelligent, this meant that the puzzles in this ritual should not be complex and anyone could possibly solve them.

If the puzzle is so complex that I can't figure it out, then no one else can either! The Silver Crown Dragon and the Serpent Father won't give preferential treatment to those on the paths of balance and wisdom, so the puzzle must be simple!

Considering this, the knight began to question himself: Judging intuitively, what should the clue be?

He quickly finalized the plan: the path of dedication refers to light and fire, which is the candlestick, that is, light.

Since the target he is looking for is the holy spear left by the Apostle of the Path of Dedication, and the surroundings are all dark... then he just needs to run towards the light, and he will definitely be right!

This should be the hint left by the Pillar God!

It turned out that the Cavaliers found the right one.

He walked straight following the light and soon arrived at a giant hall that was brightly lit.

In the center of the hall there is an extremely huge pot.

There was no fire under the pot, but the food inside was constantly boiling.

A large amount of stew bubbling in the pot, much of it pushed out by the boiling water and onto the floor. The knight saw eggplant, carrots, onions, corn, cabbage, potatoes, apples, and grapes. The food kept pouring out of the pot, more and more, higher and higher.

The pot continued to simmer, its immense heat making the surrounding air hazy, and the rising steam made the entire room damp and hazy.

This should be the magic cauldron!

The knight thought.

Just as he was about to get closer to take a look, he suddenly heard a bang.

"Why……"

An extremely low, somewhat old voice sounded: "What exactly is going on..."

The voice sounded a little annoyed.

But soon, there was a squeak, and a pair of huge red-haired feet stepped on the ground.

The moment he stood up, he was so powerful that he blocked out the sky and the sun——

A massive shadow descended, completely covering him. It was as if the sky were collapsing and a giant object was falling, and the knight's legs felt weak for a moment.

He could not even see the giant's face clearly because the lamp was too low. When the giant stood up, his face became completely dark.

But even so, the knight clearly smelled a bad odor.

He couldn't quite put his finger on why, but he could clearly smell the peculiar stench of furry beasts.

He was so frightened that he huddled in a corner and couldn't move.

Fortunately, the giant's static vision seemed to be poor. The knight didn't move, so he didn't see anyone approaching.

He just lit the lantern and walked out of the hall barefoot.

Even after the giant had left, the knight could still vaguely feel the ground shaking. He didn't know if it was an illusion caused by the numbness in his body from the initial tremors, or if it was truly shaking him from a distance... In any case, it took him a long time to finally recover.

——Can we really kill such a giant?

The knight suddenly became sober.

His previous ambition to obtain the Holy Lance and kill the giant now made him look like a clown.

The "part of true history" he heard from Wuyun also made him feel complicated at the moment - how did the Knights of the Round Table, who were ordinary humans at the time, defeat such a powerful army of giants?

Are they too weak? Or are their ancestors too strong?

In any case, we can't wait here——

Although the giants didn't see me when they went out, they might find me when they come back.

He walked with numb legs, searching for the Holy Lance in the hall.

——At least, find a drawer to hide in!

Unconsciously, the knight changed his primary target. Upon seeing the giant, he immediately realized that even Aleister couldn't defeat such a giant. On the other hand, if he could hide under the giant's nose, he might survive.

As long as he can survive to the end, he has a chance of winning!

But it's ironic.

When the knight was looking for a drawer that he could crawl into... he accidentally found the location of the Holy Lance.

"What is that...?"

The knight raised his head and murmured in a low voice with some despair.

Even though there was no contact, the knight could still confirm at a glance that it was the Holy Lance.

It was a golden spear, more than ten meters long, shaped like a folded umbrella. Its outer ring was densely engraved with black runes, an ancient script the knight couldn't understand.

It looked solid. If a gun like this was shortened to even one-tenth its size, he would probably have a hard time lifting it.

No wonder only the Holy Lance can smash the Demon Cauldron - that Demon Cauldron that looks taller than a human house, it would be a miracle if it could be smashed by a spear used by humans!

Human guns are probably like sewing needles and soup pots in front of the devil's cauldron.

There is no doubt that this is the gun used by the giant.

And I'm afraid that the giant holding this gun is even taller and bigger than the giant who just got out of the bed!

——How can a mortal hold that gun?!

"Need help?"

Just then, a low and hoarse voice sounded.

As a cold breath came, the knight's spirit, whose skin was tight and his mind was dazed by the terrible heat emitted by the magic cauldron, was lifted.

He turned around and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Aleister was standing quietly at the entrance of the hall, where he had just come from and where the giant had left.

In the distance, a noise that attracted giants appeared, and now Aleister appeared in front of him...

The knight suddenly realized that he was probably the last one.

"Are you going to kill me?"

But to Aiwas's surprise, the knight actually relaxed and raised his hand to indicate that he didn't intend to resist: "Can I have a word?"

"I'm not going to kill you."

Aleister looked at him calmly: "You said it yourself - at the last moment, you will cooperate with me and the Mr. Gray Hood.

"Now is the final moment. To prevent others from interfering... except for the three of us, everyone else is dead.

"Or... Mr. Knight, you were just talking big to deceive me?"

Having said this, another person emerged silently from the shadows. He looked at the knight quietly and disappeared quietly again.

"So you're not dead?!"

The knight blurted out.

He thought the assassin must be dead!

But at this moment, he felt a little dazed - he was obviously a demon, but he was so honest.

Compared with Lujiao and the others, he was undoubtedly a weakling.

But Aleister would rather cooperate with me...is it just because I showed him true kindness?

"Our identities outside have no bearing on the ritual. We are competitors, rivals, and potential allies... That's what you said yourself, right?"

Aleister laughed lowly: "I took it seriously. Didn't you advise me not to talk to them at the time?"

"...So you believed me at that time."

Mr. Knight felt a warmth in his heart and murmured softly.

All the secrets about the path to authoritarianism, about the history of Avalon's founding...all of this is lies, a modified history.

Now, as a demon who has transcended the Tao...Aleister showed him what integrity is.

The repeated interweaving of past and present misconceptions left the knight in a daze. He didn't know who to trust, who was right, and who was just.

"Mr. Aleister," the knight couldn't help asking, "are you a good man?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

Aleister smiled but didn't give an answer.

He simply asked in return: "Do you care so much about this issue? Good people will always be good people, and bad people will never be good people?

"Who defines good people and bad people? Is it your inner morality? Or the laws of Avalon?"

Hearing Aleister's answer, the knight opened his mouth.

He was silent for a while, then suddenly made up his mind.

"My name is Patton. People call me 'Sporty Patton.'"

The "Knight" named Patton said seriously, "You have never hidden your real name. If I still communicate with you as 'Knight', I will feel guilty. I must at least tell you my last name."

"Just call me Patton, Mr. Aleister."

Barton finally couldn't help but ask, "I have something to ask you...

"—How did you embark on the path to transcendence? Do you think it's possible for me?"

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