There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game Chapter 470 - 410 Struggling Fight

The badge was the size of a palm, and the wings that spread out behind the angel were tainted with filth, with only a faint hint of white visible through the dust.

She held her eyes closed, devoutly embracing a silver cross sword.

The embossing on the badge was one-sided, the back smooth, seemingly engraved with two lines of text, but due to the ravages of ti, only scratches remained from the corrosion.

The Traveling Poet examined the ancient badge, not yet discerning anything special about it, but at that ti, the Character had picked it up and imdiately hid it in a compartnt.

The Character Card could only bestow a pale mory and was incapable of connecting to the Character’s emotions, so he did not understand what feelings the Character had when they picked up this broken item while lost and treasured it enough to hide it away.

Had he not gained the mory, he might not have found this mysterious object.

The Traveling Poet, puzzled, stuffed the badge into his pocket, ready to continue monitoring the tablet; however, the next mont, he thought he heard a sound.

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

A sound with a rhythmic sense.

It ca from around the corner at the end of this corridor, like sothing heavy colliding with tal, creating this noise through friction.

The Traveling Poet imdiately put away the tablet, turned around, and skillfully climbed out onto the windowsill, pressing his body against the edge of the wall to peer out.

After a while, a figure appeared at the end of the brightly lit corridor.

It was clad in the tallic armor of a dieval warrior. Thick plate armor made its figure look majestic and robust, with a helt that fully enshrouded its head, the top exaggeratedly conical in shape.

In its hand, it held a huge battle-axe, slowly making its way around the corner with an aura of deathly silence yet ferocity assaulting the senses!

This was an image of a dieval knight!

The Traveling Poet nearly held his breath; he withdrew his inquiring gaze, silently clung to the outer wall, and listened as the rhythmic "crack" sound grew closer.

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

The knight in armor took an age to traverse the re fifty ters of the corridor, his movents absurdly sluggish!

As it walked, the pieces of plate armor clinked against each other, echoing in the quiet night.

Finally, it reached the corner at the staircase.

Then, the sound ceased.

The Traveling Poet, hidden just behind the wall, felt his pupils shrink. He was motionless, and at that mont, they were separated by only a few dozen centiters of wall!

After three seconds, the knight in armor chanically turned.

Then, moving with slow steps and gripping the heavy battle-axe, it began to walk back, unfazed by the door at the corner’s end.

Listening to the "crack" sound gradually move away, the Traveling Poet, pressed against the wall, let out the breath he had been holding in his chest.

But the next mont, he shivered as his entire body erupted in goosebumps!

A bone-chilling sense of crisis welled up from the depths of his heart, piercing sharply between his brows!

The Traveling Poet spun to the side in an instant. Just then, the whistle of an arrow sliced past his ear—the arrow embedding itself in the wall where his head had been a mont before, sinking deep into it.

Disaster struck! The Traveling Poet had no ti to think. His feet moved rapidly, his hands grasping the reliefs to steady himself as his body flipped several tis along the narrow edge of the wall, while arrows shot from behind implanted themselves into the wall.

Finally, sensing danger once more, the Traveling Poet let go, his body falling from the edge of the wall—

"Boom!"

The spot he had just attempted to flip over was violently smashed by a tallic battle-axe!

The knight in armor stood by the wall breach with a battle-axe in hand, its bulky body appearing beside the broken wall, and the eyes of its helt shone with a faint blood-red gleam!

Mid-fall, the Traveling Poet twisted his body to grab the carved arch below, then swung directly into the passageway, his figure swiftly concealed behind a column.

In a short span, he experienced several crises, breathing heavily. His mind replayed the scene he just witnessed.

When he flipped just now, he saw in the high-rise opposite the castle several knights in armor, similar to those in the corridor, but they wielded bows and arrows!

How could such things exist in Prague Castle?!

The Traveling Poet took a few breaths, and suddenly, he heard a dense "crack" sound coming from the passageway on the left!

He imdiately moved in the opposite direction, but after a short while, the Traveling Poet stopped in his tracks and began to back away cautiously.

Two knights wielding massive battle-axes approached from the front.

The Traveling Poet glanced behind him.

A dozen identical dieval knights erged from the left passageway, but instead of battle-axes, they carried long spears with wooden shafts and iron tips.

The two groups closed in from front and back, silent yet violent, with a nacing and blood-red gleam in their eyes.

Ten enemies on the left, two on the right.

The Traveling Poet, thinking of the great axe that had just smashed through the wall, hesitated no longer and charged at the dozen or so n!

And just as he ca within two ters of those knights in armor, the knights who had been acting sluggishly all of a sudden looked up quickly and lunged forward, their spears thrusting straight at him!

The Traveling Poet suddenly leaned his body down, nimbly sliding between several spear shafts, his fingers clutching two thin, rhombus-shaped tal pieces that he flung towards a diagonally thrusting spear!

"Ssst!"

The tal pieces sliced through the spear shaft that had aid for his head, cleanly severing the entire spear!

The iron spearhead was sent flying by the other thin piece, clinking as it hit the ground.

Then, with a tap of his toes on the ground, he rotated half a circle, almost at an impossible angle, with his body leaning back; following that, his left hand grabbed a nearby knight’s spear to leverage himself up and kicked fiercely!

Bang——!

The knight in front of him was sent flying by the Traveling Poet’s kick, toppling two other suits of armor behind him, and he also seized the spear in the fallen knight’s hand.

But by then, he had already found himself encircled!

The previously sluggish-moving knights in armor were now as swift as the wind and as fierce as lightning; they seed to let out a silent battle cry as they charged with their spears thrusting forwards!

The Traveling Poet imdiately raised his hand, parrying several blows with the spear shaft, but the strength of several knights pushed him back two steps, while the sound of sothing cutting through the air ca from behind him!

The iron spearheads, gleaming with a sharp light under the crimson moonlight, were dodged in ti by the Traveling Poet as he whipped around, yet his cheek was still nicked by the tip of a spear, severing the hair by his ear.

His clothing was also ripped by a diagonally thrusting spear, with droplets of crimson blood falling to the ground.

Ultimately, it is hard for one man to fight off a group; if not for the spacious corridors within Prague Castle, his predicant might have been even more difficult!

The Traveling Poet glanced at the two great axes that were still pressing closer as he blocked spear attacks and quickly retreated.

Once within a certain range, these knights in armor seed to activate so chanism, moving swiftly and striking viciously, aiming for the head with every move! Explore stories on .Côm

He forcefully thrust the spear at the knight in front of him only to find that he couldn’t even penetrate his opponent’s armor!

Amid the shrill clanging of tal, the Traveling Poet had no choice but to snap off the spearheads of the knights.

However, when their gauntleted fists landed on his body, like being hamred, the Traveling Poet couldn’t help but grunt in pain as a sweet, iron taste flooded his throat.

A few tal pieces appeared in his hand, which he flung at the knights charging at him!

Whoosh——!

The thin pieces flew through the air, cleanly decapitating the impossibly hard plate armor helts from their necks!

However, the neatly severed cuts revealed nothing – no blood, no flesh, just empty armor as helts clanged onto the floor.

The knights coming at him didn’t pause for a second, raising their spears high even without their helts on!

At the mont of crisis, his hair stood on end!

A piercing whizzing sound ca from afar!

The Traveling Poet’s pupils contracted sharply, and in a split second, he chose to parry the spear thrust at his head, which was inches away. As he grabbed the spearhead, blood blossod from his slanted shoulder!

An arrow had fiercely pierced his shoulder, and with a forceful grip, he broke off the spearhead then flung it at a knight beside him.

Hiding behind a pillar, he frowned slightly, "They really are a bunch of monsters."

Then, the Traveling Poet raised his right hand and made a clenching gesture, a faint glint flashed between his fingers, as if pulling on sothing.

The next mont——

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A series of tallic collisions rang out!

The tal pieces he had thrown out a mont before were instantly recalled, their sharp blades slicing through the knights’ armor at high speed and tearing them apart in an instant!

The charging knights in armor still had their spears in their hands, but they went from valiant warriors to shattered puppets in just a mont.

The corridor was strewn with more than a dozen fragnted plate armors, this ti not reenacting the terrifying scene of body parts charging forward.

The perfect trap angle allowed him to deal with this batch of Spear Knight Order in one go!

anwhile, the knights with great axes that were approaching had closed the distance to within ten ters!

The Traveling Poet glanced at the two great axes whose pace had significantly quickened, gritted his teeth, pulled out the arrow from his shoulder, tossed it aside, and turned to run!

Behind him, the sound of "crack crack" pursued relentlessly!

And it was getting closer!

However, just as he had passed a corner, a pale hand suddenly stretched out from the shadows, grabbed him, and yanked him over directly!

That instant, the tal pieces in the Traveling Poet’s hands were already falling, but the girl before him blinked her dark yet spirited eyes at him.

"Shh, don’t make a sound..."

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