All of this was extrely familiar to the Silver Knight, so familiar that he seed to see another figure upon Bologue.
After many years, that figure dug up the grave of mories and stood before him once again. If not for Bologue’s weak Ether strength, the Silver Knight might have mistaken Bologue for him.
This distraction lasted only a few seconds; the Silver Knight knew clearly that Bologue was not him, nor would ever be him.
"Xilin..."
The Silver Knight murmured.
After a mont of hesitation, the Silver Knight tightened his grip on the Secret Sword. As one of the most loyal subordinates of Overlord Xilin, he was among the few in this world who knew the true inside story of that secret war.
Boundless anger rose from the Silver Knight’s heart. He glared at the man before him who had usurped the Power of Dominator, and the roaring Ether whipped up a storm.
"So it’s you?"
The Silver Knight roared at Bologue, the sharp light of the blade flickered, and the dense iron branches were easily shattered by him, breaking into countless iron shreds.
Bologue was at a loss by the Silver Knight’s furious reaction; though they were enemies, it was rely a conflict of standpoints. But in this instant, it was as if a deep-seated feud had been assigned between them.
The Silver Knight’s power was fully unleashed; he had always been loyal, executing every command absolutely. But now the surging fury brought a temporary change in thinking—he wanted to destroy Bologue.
The familiar figure vanished from Bologue, replaced by another frenzied presence, extending a hand toward people with bursts of scornful laughter.
Under his promises, even the noble King would kneel respectfully and kiss his hand.
"What’s going on!"
Bologue was caught off guard by the violent offense, now he couldn’t even think about buying ti, self-preservation was the real issue.
The hook embedded in flesh, Bologue, like a kite battered by a storm, dodged the impact, intending to pull back the hook, yet the Silver Knight leaped fiercely to his front and swung sharp sword light.
There’s no way to avoid it anymore; a swarm of snakes clustered at his chest, forming a thick round shield. Alas, no matter how thick or hard the shield, facing that Secret Sword, which could cut through anything, was still utterly futile.
"I’ve always been pondering how exactly to foil your conspiracy."
The Silver Knight spoke words Bologue didn’t understand, slashing the round shield along with Bologue’s chest, this ti releasing full power, giving Bologue no chance to evade.
The blade tore through flesh, cutting bone, relying on the Defender’s tier, the Silver Knight even, to so extent, broke through Bologue’s own Rectangular Soul Critical, delivering the command of "cut" upon Bologue’s flesh.
"I just need to kill you, kill you, and the Devil’s conspiracy won’t realize!"
The Silver Knight’s words were filled with hatred and venom.
Increasingly dense blood marks ruptured on Bologue’s surface, his body was "cut," the Defender’s power was so domineering, indisputable.
Bologue didn’t even have the strength to resist; imdiately the Secret Sword drew back, casting blood spray through the air.
Sever the life.
Bologue’s heart shattered; spine was severed, eyes lost their shine, body turned cold, plumting straight down, only the hook in hand still connected to the Wolf Spider.
At this mont, Bologue was like a hanged criminal, suspended below the Wolf Spider, crimson flesh gradually enveloping him, swaying gently in the air.
The Silver Knight slew Bologue, and as Bologue fell, he himself felt sowhat surprised, not expecting everything to go so smoothly, though his tier was far above Bologue.
No... The Silver Knight didn’t even expect to encounter Bologue, the fellow caught in the Devil’s sche, usurping the Power of Dominator.
Quickly, the uncontrolled emotions settled down, the Silver Knight knew it wasn’t ti to ponder these matters, his primary goal still was the Immortal Heart.
Behind ca the Delusional’s long blade, in his crazy fantasy, thunder, rain, and lightning rang out, dragging the Silver Knight into a maelstrom of chaos.
But none of this could disturb him; he moved resolutely forward, yet couldn’t stop thinking about everything that just happened.
The Silver Knight felt a sincere fear, a panic and helplessness in the face of pure unknown.
This was a gamble between humans and devils; they had lost many tis, and could he truly win this ti?
He should win; he had slain Bologue, under the Iron-Cutting Sword’s execution; no life could refuse that rupturing will.
The Silver Knight thought thus, yet the chill within his heart didn’t ease at all, instead becoming more intense.
"The devils always win... always win, seemingly no one could defeat them except themselves."
Those were the words Xilin once said to the Silver Knight many years ago.
Crazy fantasizing descended before him, after thunder, rain, and lightning ca the frenzied murderous intent, from the power of the Crimson Queen, yet unaffected by the Silver Knight as the Defender.
The Delusional exhausted every ans to hinder the Silver Knight, yet he was like a relentlessly approaching wall, crushing every enemy and corpse along the way into foul blood.
The Secret Sword swung repeatedly, slicing through layer upon layer of obstructions until the Silver Knight reached the Delusional again.
Staring at that broken puppet mask, the Silver Knight decided to reclaim the Immortal Heart and then leave this place with the Shadow King, having shattered the Devil’s conspiracy, they surely wouldn’t let such matter rest.
As for the Delusional’s current resistance, he scarcely paid any attention, the Secret Sword rcilessly swung down, severing the Delusional’s hands, the long gash along the neck sprayed out large sars of blood, soaking the Silver Knight.
The Delusional clutched his throat and fell; under the influence of the Immortal Heart, he didn’t die, but to recover from such injuries required ti.
The continual fight with the Silver Knight had exhausted the Delusional; gravely wounded.
The Silver Knight glanced at the fallen Delusional, the Secret Sword fell again, cutting the blood vessel extending from the spine, seemingly severing the connection between the Delusional and the Immortal Heart, now broken, the Delusional vomited more blood, the manic gaze gradually hollowing.
Without another Defender appearing, the Silver Knight with the Secret Sword undergoing Triple Transformation, he was the Sovereign on the battlefield; no one could defy his judgnt.
Heading toward the Deep Nest of flesh, the Silver Knight could sense the gradually clear frenzied force, the Immortal Heart hidden amongst, waiting for him to recover.
Yet as the Silver Knight stepped forward, consecutive Iron Spears launched at him, intercepted right before him, forming barrier spikes.
The Silver Knight turned his head, a figure supposed to be dead stood again, staggering, wiping blood on his face, gaze revealing provocation.
Looking at Bologue who revived again, a trace of helplessness and sorrow flashed in the Silver Knight’s heart; he whispered.
"The devils have won again."
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