Chapter 1308: Chapter 35: The Gong of Destinies Rings in the Sacred Temple (6)
The sound gradually grew smaller… Inside the container, everyone started adjusting the volume.
It was more like a whisper, akin to a mother’s soft lullaby.
Seeing this, Klein jumped lightly down from the container and carefully approached the Beastman War General with Nick—finally, the two successfully arrived before the opponent without inciting resistance.
The two exchanged a glance, swiftly took out the tools for restraint, and promptly locked the Beastman War General’s hands and feet… Throughout, this Beastman War General remained in a half-dreaming, half-awake state.
Until they followed suit and controlled the other three Frenzied Beastmen, the Beastman girl on the top of the container finally halted… Her steps were somewhat unstable, staggering back half a step.
As the singing stopped, these Frenzied Beastmen immediately reacted, seemingly sobering up a bit, with slight struggles, reason teetering on the edge of frenzy.
Seeing this, several Elite Knights hurried forward, directly injecting these Beastmen with sedatives, which finally made them truly quiet.
The Elite Knights breathed a huge sigh of relief, then came before Klein and Nick, marveling, “Klein, Nick, impressive… Who is the singing one? Do we have someone like that in our agency?”
They curiously looked up at the top of the container, at the scantily-clad figure with a silver blindfold… Appearing to be a young girl, someone softly whistled.
“They… They are some friends I met on the road,” Klein quickly said at the time. “This singing lady is a wandering free magician, skilled in sound-based magic techniques… They voluntarily assisted us in suppressing the riot.”
He didn’t directly mention the Beastman girl’s identity… making the Beastman girl atop the container gratefully gaze at Klein’s back.
“Ah, I see.” The knights didn’t question much.
Free magicians exist; they are unpredictable, wandering all over the mainland, some causing harm, while others act righteously… The knights clearly have heard or even seen them.
Perhaps not only here, but there might be folk prodigies in Fog Capital somewhere drawing their swords in might as well.
“Sound magic technique, hypnosis…” The Elite Knights seemed inspired, “Klein, that’s a good idea. I need to report back immediately; perhaps our agency could find similar means!”
“What do you plan to do with them?” Klein faced the several controlled Beastmen at this moment, frowning slightly.
Elite Knights quickly said, “We will first send them back to the agency. Now, quite a few Beastmen have been controlled and sent back… These guys are too dangerous. If their frenzy can’t be dispelled, releasing them is impossible, right.”
“It seems that’s all we can do now.”
Klein nodded, then quickly said, “Gentlemen, time’s pressing; I leave the escorting to you… Since this method works, now we should continue moving to assist elsewhere!”
“Thank you for your hard work!” The knights said in unison.
The platform began to descend, the Beastman girl once again disappearing from everyone’s sight. Klein greeted before quickly returning inside the container.
As for Nick, he promptly went to the cab front, watching Boss Luo intending to climb onto the driver’s seat, hand already on the car door handle, suddenly said with a hardened resolve, “Sir, maybe you should rest a bit, you look tired… let me drive!”
Boss Luo blinked, not tired at all…
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Nick ultimately secured the driver’s seat throne, then spent quite some time straightening the truck body before heading to the next battleground point.
Several Elite Knights stayed, looking for tools to transport these Beastmen, facing difficulties.
Shortly after, a transport truck slowly drove in… The transport truck directly stopped before them at that moment.
A man opened the door and got down.
Upon seeing the newer, several Elite Knights immediately stood at attention, “Mr. Simpton!!”
The man… Simpton first surveyed the controlled Beastmen behind them, then nodded, “Seems you worked hard, thank you. Knights, you earn my respect.”
They felt proud, after all, the praise came from a Great Knight, one with significant reputation among Great Knights.
“Mr. Simpton, you’re here for?”
“I dealt with a batch of Beastmen.” Simpton said calmly at the time, “I was planning to transport them back, happened to hear some motion here, came to check, didn’t expect you’d finished the battle so soon.”
“Speaking of which…” The knights smiled wryly, “It’s not our credit.”
Simpton frowned slightly.
The knights quickly reported the recent events to this superior Great Knight in brief… Simpton’s brow furrowed upon hearing it.
“Free magician, Klein… Hypnosis?”
“Yes, a truly good approach! If they can be silenced automatically, the damage will reduce to the minimum!”
The knights all nodded, “We witnessed, without much effort, directly putting shackles on them, injecting them with sedatives! Not sure if there’s a magician capable of using similar techniques within the agency! Mr. Simpton… Mr. Simpton?”
“Oh… I was pondering the feasibility of this method, got a bit distracted, don’t mind.” Simpton said calmly.
The knights laughed, “Upon seeing it, we also felt incredible and dazed.”
Simpton nodded slightly, then said sternly, “Hand over these Beastmen to me as well; there’s room on the truck. The situation remains critical; I suggest you support our panions elsewhere.”
“That’s great! With Mr. Simpton in charge of escorting, there’ll be no problem!” The knights rejoiced.
“Go on, I’ll handle this.” Simpton waved his hand at the time.
After performing a subordinate knight’s ceremony, the knights prepared to proceed to the next battle point—just as they were about to leave, Simpton called them down.
“Wait, knights.”
Simpton fetched some new standard weapons from the transport truck, tossed them to several Elite Knights, and casually said, “Knights remember to maintain the best condition… Your equipment is damaged; take these.”
“Really, thank you so much!”
“Go on, knights.”
The crowd saluted again, equipped with new gear, left gratefully—Simpton watched these young knights until they disappeared at the street’s end, then focused his gaze on the several restrained Beastmen.
Observing the Beastmen, half-awake even under sedatives, Simpton raised one Beastman’s chin with a scabbard.
Coldly gazing for several seconds, the scabbard lifted, then swept heavily across the Beastman’s face.
No words exchanged.
The Demonic Sword blade withdrew from the scabbard; holding the sword, Simpton pressed the blade against the Beastman’s heart, then directly stabbed in.
“Stop!!”
In a flash, as the sword blade stabbed inches deep, a swiftly arriving figure dashed before Simpton, the sword light swinging forth, knocking Simpton’s Demonic Sword straight out.
Simpton was inwardly startled, instinctively leaping back several meters, jumping to the spot where the Demonic Sword landed, while clearly identifying the person who struck the sword away.
“Knight Gareth…” Simpton’s gaze cooled, gently picking up the Demonic Sword from the ground.
The one who appeared here was indeed Mr. Gareth… He frowned, examining Simpton, eyes flashing with uncertainty, speaking in a slightly deep voice, “Simpton, do you realize what you’re doing?!”
Simpton opened his hands, “What am I doing? As you see, I was escorting these Beastmen… Mr. Gareth, are you misunderstanding something? I was merely inspecting if their bindings were secure.”
“Misunderstand? Inspect?” Gareth deeply inhaled, then raised his hand and swung his sword.
The sword directly released a crescent of light.
The crescent light swiftly flew toward the transport truck, directly slicing open its container!
When the steel plate of the carriage crashed to the ground, only to see the orcs inside strewn about had fallen, the smell of blood wafting over.
They had already bee cold corpses.
“This… is this what you call an inspection?!”
Gareth gritted his teeth, the flames of anger seemingly about to burst from his eyes, “Simpton, you’re actually resorting to extrajudicial punishment!! These orcs… they are our residents too! If I hadn’t followed with some suspicion, just how many more do you plan to massacre this way?!”
“How many?” Simpton sneered, “No amount is too many if it can quiet the world, kill them all, that would be fine too.”
“They were just bewitched! They have always lived here peacefully, never causing any problems!! Simpton, you’ve gone too far!”
“Once there’s a first time, there’s a second, the filthy blood flowing in them won’t change.”
Simpton casually waved the blade in his hand, “If you forgive and even let them go this time, then what about next time? They riot again, they get forgiven again, and what about us? Do we clean up after these beasts time after time again. Knight Gareth… if you’re the sword of justice and unwilling to touch this, then please allow me, to do it for you.”
“Even if punishment is necessary, it should be the Knight Agency that finally judges… No matter what, you’re still abusing extrajudicial punishment.” Gareth took a deep breath, “Simpton, you’ve pletely strayed from your knightly spirit… You can’t continue this.”
“They need knights like you,” Simpton shook his head, then gazed firmly, “But at the same time… they need someone like me.”
“I now, as a member of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, officially relieve you of your knightly duties! Simpton, your crimes will be judged later… Now, surrender your weapon immediately.”
Mr. Gareth said sternly, “I hope the weapon in your hand should be drawn towards a fellow rade.”
“Twelve Knights.” Simpton chuckled, “The great knightly heritage… Gareth, do you really think you can definitely defeat me?”
Gareth didn’t say much, having decided to act, he directly initiated the Holy Armor attire, and rushed towards Simpton at his fastest speed.
The sword raised… but using the hilt.
The sword hilt at this time, with an extremely fast speed, struck Simpton in the abdomen.
But to Gareth’s surprise, such a heavy blow didn’t render Simpton unable to move… it seemed like something was blocking his abdomen.
It was a piece of black armor!
“You’re still too merciful.”
The Demonic Sword slashed down, forcing Gareth to retreat in an instant… the numbing sensation ing from the tiger’s mouth made Gareth secretly alarmed.
Simpton’s body, suddenly entwined with scarlet Demonic Qi… On his body, a set of glossy black armor, pletely different from the Holy Armor, like the ferocious face of a beast, terrifying Black Armor!
“This is…”
“Demonic Sword… [Hegni].” Simpton slowly approached, the scarlet glow of the Demonic Sword in his hand growing increasingly strong, “Mr. Gareth, it seems you haven’t gone very far on the path of the Round Table Knights… Is this the inherited strength you so proudly claim?”
Saying this, Simpton wearing Demon Armor, his figure suddenly vanished… not moving at high speed, but truly disappearing… or being invisible.
Gareth’s gaze sharpened, observing everything around him keenly, trying his best to listen to any slight sound!
Suddenly, a chilling sensation crept upon his back! Knight Gareth, at the fastest speed, turned around to block—yet the moment the sword in his hand blocked the attack that appeared out of nowhere behind him, Simpton vanished again!
Side!
Gareth’s reaction was undeniably fast… even with such an odd disappearing ability!
His longsword thrust out, and at the side, the Black Armored figure that flashed was pierced through by his sword… but this second appearance was just an illusion!
In haste, Gareth once again felt the opponent’s third attack ing from behind. He spun his leg directly, and this time his longsword thrust out with the fastest speed.
In an instant, more than thirty thrusts, the sword light bloomed like fireworks!
This time, the feeling of a solid hit came from the hilt, and the Black Armored figure in front of him, the Black Armor directly showed dozens of shattered cracks.
But at this moment, a blade directly pierced through Mr. Gareth’s back.
“Who told you, this was an illusion…”
“Reality… conversion…”
Gareth felt a suffocating sensation… his lung, directly pierced by this Demonic Sword!
Simpton chose to draw the Demonic Sword out, causing Gareth’s pain to reach its peak instantly!
He was kicked away by Simpton, his body like a ball rolling on the ground… faintly, only seeing three Black Armored figures start gradually merging!
Gareth enduringly propped his body with his sword, only feeling like every breath he took felt like his internal organs were being stabbed by countless needles, the pain almost stripping away his senses.
“Really a perfect thrust… if hit head-on, I might fall with one strike?” Simpton approached with his sword, “It’s just a pity, you don’t quite understand my ability.”
Cough…
Gareth coughed out a mouthful of blood, feeling his sight gradually dimming pale.
Simpton now once again raised the Demonic Sword in his hand, just about to strike down, he lightning-fast retreated… like a black lightning bolt, retreating over ten meters in distance, simultaneously holding his sword horizontally in front.
An overwhelming sense of killing intent locked onto him brutally, causing Simpton’s entire body to instinctively recoil!
“When did the Twelve Knights of the Round Table need to be afraid of an enemy before them?”
A voice, ing from behind.
Gareth too, felt a massive substantial killing intent from behind him… he turned around to look with effort.
In the long street, a man in a white suit, appearing somewhat thin, was slowly walking step by step… that edgy and dense killing intent exuded from this man.
Visible to the naked eye… the man constantly bore this terrifying aura.
“Is it you?!” Gareth heavily injured, felt a severe headache from the start, seeing this person only made his scalp numb, “Farael…”
The man in the white suit walked slowly to Gareth’s side, glanced down, then snorted coldly: “Your reverse hand is weak, your facing hand is unrefined, your footwork sloppy, your reactions dull! Not a single move decent… which trash taught you this swordsmanship?”
Gareth was stunned into silence… the situation didn’t allow him to speak either.
“Look closely! Sword, is used like this, Little dog!”
But seeing Farael grab, as if casually snatched Gareth’s Sword out of thin air, held it in his hand, and casually swung a strike!
No sword light, just a sword wind created by the sheer fast swing blown out!
On the road ahead, Simpton, who was already secretly vigilant, felt a breeze pass over him… he felt no pain on his body.
Simpton couldn’t help but frown, but when his wrist lightly moved, his face dramatically changed!
The attire Demon Armor brought by his black armor, instantly shattered! At the same time, his body more appeared crisscrossed with dozens of wounds… blood spurted directly.
The ensuing pain almost drowned out the consciousness of this Grand Knight Simpton, he… directly knelt on the ground.
“Swing the sword ten thousand times every day with tenfold weight! Go back and practice again!”
Farael snorted coldly, throwing the sword, inserting it into the freeway floor in front of Gareth.
Mr. Gareth’s throat couldn’t help but gulp.
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