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Chapter 83 - 81 What Kind of Knight Are You?! [Please Subscribe] (1 more update)

Chapter 83: Chapter 81 What Kind of Knight Are You?! [Please Subscribe] (1 more update)

"Where did this country bumpkin knight come from? Get lost!"

Three spear riding teams came up as the vanguard.

Within the gleaming full body plate armor, the green-black lances were raised, and three Imperial Knights shot like arrows toward Danji.

Danji also urged his horse forward, the fierce wind filling his mouth, amplifying his murmuring voice.

"There is no justice!"

The tip of the iron spear accelerated suddenly, brushing past Danji’s cheek, his eyes did not blink.

The first lance hit the neck of the Imperial Knight, the hard iron armor instantly caved in.

The heavy iron, clasping the flesh, flew directly off the horse’s back, crashing heavily to the ground.

"There is no fairness!"

The second knight wielded his longsword and charged forward, the tip of the sword lightly sliding towards Black William’s neck.

At the moment it was about to touch, an iron hand directly grasped the body of the longsword.

He raised his head, seeing a face blurred with boundless anger.

The broken lance shaft smashed horizontally into the face, even causing the mask to dent in.

Yellow, white, red, black, all flowed directly out from the narrow slit of the beak-shaped helmet.

"There is no protection!"

Grabbing a new lance, he deflected the incoming long arrows.

Black William dug his hooves, leaped, and Danji’s lance slid like water into the chest of the third Imperial Knight.

As if there was a track in the air, his lance followed it exactly.

He raised the lance high, a body still impaled upon its top.

In the end, the Water Mill Knight’s fierce roaring was heavier and louder than the sound of hooves.

"What kind of knights are you?!"

The fourth and fifth spear riding teams surrounded him again.

The lance in his hand seemed to fly, as the horse jumped, as his body twisted, each of Danji’s movements were perfectly timed.

The silver light penetrated the bodies, drawing blood-red roads, one by one the chaotic knights fell from their horses.

"Damn, it’s the Champion Decree Knight, switch to a pincer formation!"

"Where did this crazy man come from!"

"Second Imperial Decree Company, send four more spear riding teams!"

Prince Kongdai removed his helmet.

The golden-red sunlight spread over his exploding black hair, this seemingly middle-aged farmer with dark skin was like a majestic lion.

The lion gazed distantly at that desperate knight charging left and right.

He wore a simple black robe and snake-patterned vest, not even a beak-shaped helm, just the most ordinary barrel-shaped helm.

Yet under his lance, no one could break through that small pass.

"Your Highness, I suggest we leave a few to entangle him here, and the rest to circle around and pursue from the sides."

Prince Kongdai did not look at that monk in black.

His silent pupils observed this overconfident knight: "When have I ever taken a detour because of one knight?"

The mountains before the sunlight formed a black giant wall, green, black, red, Danji could not discern their colors.

Yet he could still hear the song growing farther behind him.

Danji gasped for air tinged with blood.

Beside the hooves of the Water Mill Knight’s horse lay eighteen Extraordinary Knights, and three broken lances.

If this were a knight tournament, Danji would no doubt be the champion.

But here, only his enemies, the hills, the wind, and the sun could witness.

Danji pointed the fourth broken lance forward, the hills on either side sinking into shadows, as if they were members of the Holy Grail Knight Order.

Two hills, one man, one horse, two thousand six hundred eighty-two raised lances.

The surging black tide actually paused before this tiny reef.

"Come on!" The Water Mill Knight roared again, rippling through the black tide.

"You bandits! Faced with the weak, you wield butchery, yet against the strong, you are only afraid to advance?"

"Old knight."

His companion of ten years, without Prince Kongdai needing to say much, the Dragon Blood Horse understood his intentions.

Carrying the giant on its back, the Dragon Blood Horse lightly leaped and ran, jogging towards Danji.

Danji also noticed this giant knight, he raised the lance in his hand.

"Old knight, do you think those lowly country bumpkins will appreciate you?"

Moving into a position where Danji’s words could be heard, Prince Kongdai’s voice was cold and hard: "When have they ever understood what justice is?"

"When have you ever understood what justice is?"

Danji’s helmet had been knocked off, his hair spilled over, hanging down from his cheek.

"Justice is the honor of knights and nobles, how could these commoners understand?"

"Why wouldn’t they understand?"

"Because they are born lowly."

"Wrong."

Narrowly dodging the thrusting lance, Danji reached backward, grabbing the attacker’s throat.

"Wrong!"

He yanked the man off his horse, raised his head high, and Danji continued to roar:

"It’s because of you, you have forced all good people to their deaths, only the despicable can survive!

You, you trample on their innocent backs, crush their heads into the dirt, and still have the nerve to say: Ah, how noble I am!

Based on what, you effortlessly send these poor souls to their deaths, wanting nothing more than to wear a silk robe yourself!"

"Without us, they’d only dive into chaos."

"No, without you, they’d live better!"

"How do you know they’d live better without us?"

"I’ve seen!" Many things flashed before Danji’s eyes.

Cheerful yet off-key songs, rice porridge served in leaves, children running between low straw huts, eggs secretly stuffed into his helmet, moonlight dancing in the campfire.

They all had smiles on their faces, they could excitedly talk about tomorrow, they could hold their heads high.

"I have seen it." Danji threw the last broken lance to the ground, drawing the unsheathed longsword.

Even in early October, cicadas were buzzing, fluttering their translucent wings.

Black William opened his mouth wide, panting heavily.

"I have seen..." Danji began to laugh.

He recalled the 400 decree companies of the Papal States, the two legions with fewer than 200 men each, the unfortunate demon hunter juggling multiple roles, Horn posing as a necromancer.

This was the happiest autumn in forty years.

"Holy Grail Knight Order of the Papal States, Grand Master, Danji Alfonso Heide."

With the longsword upright, Danji pointed remotely at the head of the tall knight as a signal of a duel invitation.

"King’s Guard of Leia Kingdom, Royal Guard Captain, Charles An Gao Dengfen Qi."

Prince Kongdai handed the lance to the person beside him, took up a longsword himself, "Is that false pope worth your loyalty?"

"I am loyal to no one, unlike you."

"What of emperors or popes?"

Danji squinted his left eye, blood flowed down from his scalp, reddening his vision.

Black William whinnied, beginning its final charge.

In the distance, mountains stretched evening light, shining slantwise on Danji’s sword, resplendent.

"I am the servant of justice, there is none but justice I can pledge loyalty to!"

The setting sun like blood, horse hooves like weeping.

When hills finally blocked the sunset, knights stood at the broken suspension bridge’s edge, cursing in anger.

On the other side of the cliff, a dark mass of people still sang, cheerfully and lightly moving forward.

That ballad echoed through the valley, crisp and distant.

In that song, one person clutching a rabbit was waiting for Danji in confusion.

"Your Highness the Prince." The Company Commander of the Fifth Imperial Decree Company rode up to the prince, face showing difficulty, "We fear we won’t catch up with them, can only send infantry climbing from the other side for pursuit."

Prince Kongdai nodded, lightly squeezed the horse’s sides, and the Dragon Blood Horse trotted over to Danji’s side.

Danji lay flat on the ground, beneath his right arm was empty, his left shin twisted backwards, a gap split from his eye corner to his temple.

Black William lay not far from him, pinkish froth trickling from its mouth.

The Dragon Blood Horse dipped its head in its waist, gnawing at its flesh.

"They’ve all escaped, you’re my only prize."

He dismounted and crouched, pondering this baffling knight before him.

In his view, for a knight of this age, with such potential shown, even reaching the edge of Titled Knight was possible.

A Titled Knight’s superiority over an Imperial Knight lies in intangible things.

Skills, weapons, breath technique, all can be amassed over time and money, but some things, unattainable remain unattainable, no amount of training will bring them forth.

"...They’ve all escaped?"

"Yes, you alone held us all back, but what good does it do? They can’t escape."

"It’s useful, useful." Danji opened his mouth in laughter, using his tongue to push the blood at his mouth corner out, "You’ll see."

Placing fingers at his nose tip, Kongdai shook his head: "Any last words?"

Looking at the half-white sky, Danji’s gaze gradually dimmed.

He once loved such skies, neither purely white nor black, half was night, half was day.

When he was young, he would often gaze at the sky like this, while his father, wheelchair-bound, would tell him knight stories.

That man, crippled for a lifetime, wrote knight novels throughout, but until death, never rode a horse.

He once said, a knight’s greatest joy is to die on the charge.

"Look..."

"What?" Kongdai leaned in.

"Look, Jeanne..."

Danji revealed blood-soaked white teeth, strenuously tapping his chest with his left hand:

"Look, the Knight of Chivalry, is right here."

"Hahahahaha... hahah... ha—"

When laughter abruptly ceased, Kongdai, out of respect for the knight, helped close his eyes.