After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King Chapter 111 - 110: The Newborn Black Knight

Altars in the Demon King Territory were quite significant; both the Headless Knights and the Black Knights would be born from the altars, through blood, flesh, and soul, using the essence of the deceased to bring forth a new birth.

This was a rather inherited way to increase new mbers.

"Mr. Yila~ look, look~"

Satan Ye said happily, handing Yila the head of the Gnoll leader, its eyes wide open with a malicious expression even in death.

Yila then shifted his gaze from the line constantly delivering the Gnoll’s flesh and blood to the altar, and looked at the Gnoll leader’s head that Satan Ye held up... with one decisive scythe stroke, he separated the Gnoll’s head from its body.

Making this judgnt, Yila imdiately noticed the penetrating wound on the Gnoll leader’s forehead. He understood everything in an instant and nodded, saying, "Not bad, a fatal chisel strike, then cutting off the opponent’s head to avoid accidents."

This technique, or rather this "thought process," was called "finishing blow" in Yila’s previous world, and giving a finishing blow to dying enemies was very necessary.

Many villains ended up failing in movies and animations because they didn’t give a finishing blow to the dying protagonist, leading to the protagonist’s inexplicable resurrection and counter-attack later in the plot.

By rounding it up, the Demon King Territory could be considered a villain.

"Eh? Avoid accidents?"

Satan Ye asked this, quite shocked, as if she had never considered the finishing blow before. She pondered for a mont, then nodded, saying, "I understand... I originally cut off the head to show it to you."

"I see it, you did very well."

Praising her, Yila patted Satan Ye’s head, watching the line of Black Knights helping the Little Demons stack the Gnoll’s flesh and blood into a mountain on the altar.

This was a huge stone platform, surrounded by a circle of stone pillars as thick as a person. Nurous runes were arranged on the stone platform and columns, and Yila could recognize the transformation spells engraved there.

Turning flesh and blood into steel, awakening the consciousness within, and transforming into a pitch-black knight... It’s truly amazing, as if trampling the physical laws that a federation took a millennium to research underfoot.

*As Yila pondered the principles,* the flesh and blood of the Gnolls, with bones removed, piled into a small mountain. In everyone’s eyes, the flesh and blood began to dissolve into the altar at a slow pace.

Like being corroded or lted, so flesh turned into liquid, seeping into the altar from the runes. So flesh, unqualified to beco Black Knights, remained on the altar.

Until the Little Demons took them away... These would be turned into new Little Demons.

Afterward, a new round of transportation began, repeating the process of carrying the flesh onto the altar. It was said that the birth of a Black Knight required so ti, so there was no way new Black Knights would be ford today.

However, just because we wouldn’t see the body of a Gnoll turn into a Black Knight today didn’t an that previously transford Black Knights from Gorgon corpses wouldn’t appear today, as the transformation was a lengthy process.

Perhaps Yila’s luck was good, as while everyone was piling flesh and blood, the runes in a small area of the altar began to glow, visible Mana gathering there.

So black powder erged from the altar, and under the rapid formation of Mana, it ford a hollow black armor silhouette - a Black Knight prototype standing there appeared within a second.

The black powder fused to form a shell; it was the transformation of the flesh and blood consud by the altar. Possibly, turning flesh into such materials was the altar’s magical effect.

"Where did this altar co from? Who created it?"

Yila asked, but Satan Ye beside him didn’t seem to know either.

Satan Ye casually tossed the head of the Gnoll, skewered on her scythe, to the center of the altar and said, "The altar serves as a substitute for rituals. It’s essentially the sa concept as the Witch Demon Transformation ritual, but I don’t know who developed or improved it."

Indeed, Yila could see this point as well, but because of this, he felt the person who simplified such complex rituals into clear transformations was a genius... at least in alchemy.

...

"Have you decided on your na?"

Blake Black asked the newly born Black Knight, watching it accept the generated knowledge obliviously... originally, specific Black Knights would ask such questions and arrange the duties of the new species.

But today, Little Black was here, so he took over the guidance.

"..."

The new Black Knight rely shook its head.

"Then find the answer in the battle... I look forward to the mont you decide on your na."

Said Little Black, signaling to the Black Knights beside him to take this one down to prepare for entry. His words "decide on their na" ant finding their own strong sense of self.

Here, it was necessary to ntion the "Royal Black Knights" and "Black Fla Headless Knights." Headless Knights were warrior souls transford, while Black Knights were warrior flesh transford; thus, newly born Black Knights lacked a strong sense of self-awareness.

The Headless Knights only had their own consciousness, and their warhorses were like puppets, appearing to be horses but not truly independent entities.

When Headless Knights and warhorses developed "battle buddy" feelings, the blue flas on the Headless Knights’ heads would turn black, and their warhorses, with their own consciousness like real horses, would beco a higher-tiered species.

Black Knights, when they developed their emotions and sufficient self-awareness, would beco more ornate and powerful Royal Black Knights.

The mark of "self-awareness" was an urgent need for their own na.

Yila watched from afar, prompted by a thought, and asked Satan Ye beside him, "Speaking of which, when Lodya went on the expedition before, wasn’t she always on an ordinary Headless Warhorse? That should have belonged to another Headless Knight, but what about her own Black Fla Warhorse?"

Yes, during the earlier expedition Lodya took him on, the warhorse beneath her had noticeable blue flas at the head.

"In a battle, it died protecting Lodya."

Satan Ye said this, her expression saddened as she lowered her eyes, which was why Lodya occasionally fell into self-bla. Seeing Yila’s slightly guilty look, she added, "But even without a Black Fla Warhorse, she remains the best Headless Knight."

Yila nodded at this...

"Yes, I have never doubted that."

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Lodya, walking towards them from a distance, happened to overhear: *So... so awkward, but the smile won’t leave my face.*