The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!
Chapter 136 - 21: Battle of the Holy Knights (2) (Long Chapter)_2

Chapter 136: Chapter 21: Battle of the Holy Knights (2) (Long Chapter)_2

A Holy Knight rode past Andrew, and in the next moment, the hand conjuring the fireball was thrown into the air. His remaining bare wrist sprayed blood, and he screamed horribly.

Carl’s body was pierced through by a spear, lifted up, and tossed aside.

Bludgeon lept at a Holy Knight, but was heavily struck back by the opponent’s shield, spitting blood.

"He knows magic! Be careful--!"

Gray was still fighting hard, darting back and forth. He was a Lich, and Levi alone was not his match. However, it quickly turned into a two-on-one battle, with two Holy Knights blessed by divine power fighting against him.

In the sky, Catherine was also struggling in combat against two Angels.

White feathers mixed with golden blood scattered down, dripping onto the crisp grass and the battling people.

People on the perimeter watched in stunned silence at this holy camp’s internal conflict.

...

Dean forced a smile, looked at himself, and said in a heartfelt tone, "But, my child, if we don’t do this, when confused young people like you come to the church, there will be no one to guide them. Maybe not everyone we help will truly benefit, but there will always be beneficiaries. Perhaps the things we do aren’t always right, but there will be some that are, won’t there? If people can’t receive help from others, how can we expect them to help others?"

...

"First, deal with the Undead Knights! I’ll sever their connection with the controller!"

Holy Light descended from the sky, showering the Silver Moon Knights and the Bone Horses. Instantly, a white mist rose on the battlefield without a single scream. The Undead Knights continued to fight tenaciously.

Catherine wanted to help block the damage brought by the Holy Light, but she no longer had the strength. A sword pierced her abdomen from behind.

"Catherine, your mission is over."

"No... it’s not over yet... my Holy Knights have not fallen into darkness." Catherine trembled slightly, pushed Julian away, and her body fell slowly from the sky like a broken kite.

Gray activated the "Krimasha" pendant, but it did not help. Even with more magic power, the gap between a hundred fifty-year-old Lich and a first-class Angel was still despairingly vast. He could only fruitlessly crash against the shields the Angels had erected.

Everything was in vain.

Gradually, his range of movement was confined to the center. He watched helplessly at the one-sided slaughter happening outside.

...

"Faith and spirit are the light in our hearts. They don’t require you to frame yourself within them, but ask you to believe in them, to understand them. Perhaps everyone might have a different understanding of them; in fact, no two people have the exact same view of knightly spirit, just like no two people revere the Holy Spirit in the same way..." Dean spread his hands, smiling, with unbidden tears rising in his eyes.

...

Shelley stared wide-eyed, tears streaming down like rain.

"Quick, we have to leave! They can’t hold on much longer! I have to get you back to White City!"

"No... I can’t leave."

Jones pulled Shelley’s hand urgingly, but she just gently shook her head, standing still.

Everyone was staring blankly, either in awe, in sighs, in cheers, or in despair.

In the face of Holy Knights and Angels with absolute power, the legendary Silver Moon Knight Order was unexpectedly fragile, and the situation had turned into a one-sided massacre.

Bludgeon, beaten black and blue, was stepped on by Levi’s warhorse.

Andrew had lost his right hand and left leg, lying on the ground crying.

Blood flowed over the earth.

Under the Holy Light, the movements of the Silver Moon Knights were gradually slowing down.

Carl could barely hold his sword, yet he kept muttering, "Protect... Protect the Holy Knight... leave... Protect the Holy Knight... leave..."

Gray had been knocked off his horse. Tenidas was pinned to the ground by two spears, immobilized.

...

"We must not only have faith and spirit, light up the darkness around ourselves, but also...," Dean was choking up, yet he insisted on continuing, "also convey the faith and spirit through our actions to others, so that others don’t sink into darkness. When you fervently believe in the knightly spirit, follow your heart, act according to your understanding, right or wrong, this in itself is the best embodiment of knightly spirit..."

His words completed, just as they were on Gray’s confused night, Dean had said to Gray. It was Gray stepping towards the path of the holy.

At that time, he was still an inexperienced knight, who would even be saddened because Yilin forbade him to bring children into the camp, who would be happy for helping two elderly people today, and who would relentlessly, diligently search every day for people needing his help.

"How beautifully said..." Staring blankly at his reflection in the mirror, Dean’s tears suddenly burst forth. He smiled bitterly, whispering, "Following one’s heart, pursuing true meaning, no matter right or wrong, illuminating others. That should have been the most glorious moment of my life, I enlightened a true Holy Knight. He touched the divine, and I... I chose... I chose another path. I chose to live like a coward. I followed my heart, but was my heart really like that? Has the world become so dark? So dark that... not even willing to leave a window for true integrity and kindness?"

...

The wind blew gently.

The entire world was quiet, everyone had fallen, with Gray standing alone.

A sword was stuck in his shoulder, yet there was no blood.

A spear pierced his abdomen, becoming his support.

With such injuries, an ordinary person would have probably already died.

The unconscious Catherine lay quietly not far away.

Gray stood alone, leaning on the Silver Moon Banner.

Everyone was staring blankly at him.

The "Krimasha" pendant hanging on his chest had already cracked, completely losing its magical luster.

Four Holy Knights and four Angels surrounded him. The Holy Knights were already scarred, while the Angels remained magically potent.

Everyone was staring in shock.

"Gray." Levi, riding his horse, gasped heavily and whispered, "Surrender, you have no chance."

"Surrender..." The Black Cat said in a weak voice, "We can’t beat them... you have no magic left. Everyone else has fallen, no one will come to save us."

"I am a knight... A brave knight must fight to the end." Gray said intermittently, standing alone, looking up at Levi standing in front of him, "I must uphold my belief... If you also have your belief, please follow it. Don’t falter."

...

Sunlight slanted in from the window, illuminating Dean’s snow-white, yet extraordinarily heavy clerical robe.

...

"We won’t make it if we don’t leave now!" Jones was almost crying with urgency.

Shelley shook off his hand, grabbed the short sword from his waist.

"What are you doing?" Jones was bewildered.

Turning around, Shelley had already mounted the horse, rushing towards the middle of the battlefield.

Jones wanted to chase, but dared not, as he had already seen Levi looking this way. He could only watch as Shelley galloped towards the center of the battlefield.

"Gray, I’m coming to save you... I’m coming to save you..." She kept murmuring, murmuring, even though she had never seen his face.

But this is love.

He had kept his promise, so she should too.

"Gray--! I’m coming to save you--!" She cried out into the wind, holding the short sword.

Everyone made way for her, including Angels and Holy Knights, allowing the girl to come to her lover’s side.

Getting off the horse, she walked step by step to Gray, looking at him as if the whole world had only the two of them.

"Shelley..." Gray also stared blankly at her.

She gently caressed Gray’s mask, touched her forehead to his, crying and choking, "I’m sorry, I said... I might not be able to beat them. I couldn’t beat them as expected. But I will stay with you."

Saying that, Shelley smiled sweetly, turned her body, faced Levi, and stood in front of Gray. Holding the short sword tightly, she trembled.

*Her inherent weakness, fear, the threat of death, all of it, nothing could stop her determination to rescue her lover, even though this was a rescue destined to fail. Just as he upheld his belief, she would uphold her love.*