Chapter 59 - 43: Knight Spirit! (2)

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Chapter 59 of "The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!" begins with suspenseful moments: Chapter 59: Chapter 43: Knight Spirit! (2) In the pitch-black night, Gray crept into a narrow... Don’t miss it!

Chapter 59: Chapter 43: Knight Spirit! (2) In the pitch-black night, Gray crept into a narrow alley, bent down, picked up a stone, and threw it, hitting the second-floor window. A child sleepily pushed open the window. "Ah!" He quickly covered his mouth and lowered his voice, "Boss! It’s you!" "Yes, it’s me! I need you all!" Gray extended his hands. "But mom said someone might be pretending to be you, and told me not to play with you." Gray withdrew his hands, disappointed. The child added, "However, if you promise to take me to the battlefield, I will believe it’s really you!" "I promise you!" The child cheered happily, then quickly suited up in armor and jumped down from the second-floor window. Gray caught him. The Black Cat whispered, "Are these your helpers?" "Yes." "Oh my... Honestly, if you need help, those guards might be more suitable." "No, I want them, they’re members of the Silver Moon Knight Order. Trust among partners is the most important!" Gray, like a child trafficker, moved from one alley to another, bringing out one child after another. Soon, a large group of children dressed in knight armor surrounded him. "One, two, three, four... fifteen! Perfect!" "Are we really not going to stop them?" Somewhat stealthily, a guard asked their Commander from a distance. "Stop them with what? Our fists? Should we kneel and beg him not to do this?" The Commander said expressionlessly. Clearly, he had become numb. "Alright, do you have everything?" "Got everything!" The children said, waving their fists. Just then, a commotion came from the direction of the castle. Someone shouted, "Baron Gray has escaped again!" "What do you mean ’again’?" The Commander was puzzled. A person dressed exactly like Gray, accompanied by a large group of mercenaries, rode past them on horseback. Gray saw Little Jimmy tightly holding onto the person riding behind him... Oh no, it should be Jones. Gray instantly understood what had happened, though he might not have fully comprehended. "Wait for me here! I’ll be right back!" Saying this, he mounted his horse and sped away, disappearing around the street corner before the guards could react. "What now?" A guard asked. The Commander was flustered too and could only say, "Now... just keep an eye on these kids. He said he would come back." "Oh." ... The sturdy horses galloped wildly. In the blink of an eye, the mercenary group "kidnapping" Jones had rushed out of White City, past the fields, and into the woods. "Someone is chasing us!" "I know!" "It’s not the castle guards!" Looking back, they saw Gray, alone on horseback, chasing them. "That fool?" Jones blurted out, "Kill him!" The mercenaries looked at the pursuer, then at the leader’s armor, quickly understanding who the pursuer was. After running another stretch, the mercenaries finally dismounted. The guy in knight’s armor at the lead took Jones down from the horse, removing and tossing aside his helmet, revealing long brown hair and a fierce face. "This counts as an extra job, it costs more." "Fine, the King will pay you." "Heh, good, because a one-on-forty-eight battle with Baron Gray isn’t cheap." Jones stood expressionlessly, watching the direction Gray was coming from. Soon, Gray had reached them. The Bone Horse stepped in place, surveying the surroundings. At the moment their gazes met, Jones’s mouth slowly curved upward: "Are you here to save me, my dear father?" *"Be careful, this kid has issues!"* The Black Cat yelled from inside Gray’s armor. The brown-haired guy took a battle axe from someone’s hand, stepped forward, and said, "A one-on-forty-eight battle with Baron Gray, hahahaha, can you guess why we chose this spot to wait for you?" As soon as he finished speaking, suddenly, a large group of fierce mercenaries burst out from the surrounding underbrush, each muscular and holding heavy weapons. The brown-haired guy slowly raised his head, smiling as he said, "You can handle forty-eight knights, but what about two hundred mercenaries?" The mercenaries swiftly brought out specialized tools for dealing with cavalry: lasso poles, long spears, grappling hooks! "Take him down!" Countless grappling hooks flew towards Gray! In an instant, the hooks latched onto his armor, and Gray, along with his horse, was tightly bound by iron chains. "So, I’ve heard your horse is quite formidable, what will you do now?" Gray quietly watched him and began to chant spells. *Yes, Triple Force Spell, Triple Shield Spell.* Under the mercenaries’ watchful eyes, the Bone Horse moved, dragging about a dozen struggling mercenaries step by step forward. As if nothing were on its body. The desperate mercenaries tied the chains to trees, but the chains snapped directly. Everyone present, including Jones, was stunned at that moment. "What the hell is this?" The brown-haired guy took a step back, and the mercenaries quickly formed a wall of long spears in front of him. However, none of it made any difference. The spear formation could fend off cavalry and many other things, but evidently, it couldn’t stop a Lich. The Bone Horse accelerated madly, crashing through without hesitation. The long spears broke apart upon hitting its armor. Amidst screams, the previously orderly spear formation was trampled into a mess, mercenaries were kicked flying one after another or fell to the ground, wailing incessantly, or smashed into tree trunks, losing consciousness immediately. The brown-haired guy personally wielded his battle axe and charged forward, but the situation was still one-sided. A Bone Horse enhanced by Triple Force Spell and Triple Shield Spell was an absolute nightmare on a cold weapon battlefield. If it could perform a Thomas spin, it was the nightmare of nightmares. Jones gritted his teeth, watching, his eye twitching violently. The Bone Horse rampaged through the crowd, sweeping everything before it. No one could last more than one round under its iron hooves. "Monster—!" In an instant, the two-hundred-strong mercenary group was mostly defeated by Gray, and the remaining half turned to flee, disappearing without a trace. The battle ended swiftly and decisively, as always. All around lay mercenaries, some even hanging from trees. The abandoned, wandering horses moved about, while the center was clean—leaving Gray and his Bone Horse still standing. Oh no, there was still the brown-haired guy. He wanted to run too, but Gray had locked eyes on him. His legs shook uncontrollably, refusing to obey. Slowly looking up at Gray, who was close enough to touch, his hand relaxed, the battle axe dropping to the ground. Seated on the horse, Gray gently lifted the man’s chin with his sword tip and softly asked, "Are you the one who impersonated me and kidnapped Yilin?" "Yes... yes, but I was forced to, it was the King who forced me!" It was unclear if he was spineless or just terrified, but the brown-haired man fell to his knees with a thud, crying desperately: "Please, don’t kill me! Don’t kill me... We’re the biggest mercenary group in Isaac Kingdom, we’ll obey your orders in the future... Just spare me!" "I don’t kill anyone, but you must apologize to Yilin." Gray rode past him, heading step by step toward Jones. "I’ll apologize! I’ll apologize! Hahaha! I’m willing to apologize!" The brown-haired man started kowtowing in joy, crying tears of relief. "You’re all worthless." Jones extended his hand, snapping his fingers lightly. In an instant, the brown-haired man, busy kowtowing, froze and collapsed, silent. Gray slowly turned to look at the corpse behind him. Not just the brown-haired man, the abandoned horses fell one by one, and even the previously unconscious mercenaries were now silent. "Do you never kill anyone in your fights? Forcing me to act personally. Regardless, I’ve had enough. Today you’re going to die here." Seemingly unaffected, Gray dismounted, turned his back to Jones, kneeled before the brown-haired man’s body, crossed himself, and then, like Yilin did before, clasped his hands, silently praying for the dead. Black gas seeped from the corpse, gathering in the sky, then injecting bit by bit into Jones’s body. "You still don’t understand what’s happening, do you? Still have the mind to pray for your enemies? Hahaha." Jones laughed slowly, revealing his fangs: "Why didn’t any of you think to check what the Duke’s illegitimate child Jones looks like? Was it because he was too young and insignificant? Didn’t any of you think my silver hair is similar to Yilin’s? Do you really believe that the stupid attempt to annex Beishier Duchy was orchestrated by that fool King? You’re all wrong. I, and I alone, am the key to the battle, right under your noses! Imagine, you let me bask in the sun in armor! You let me wash clothes in a dress!" All the black gas was injected into Jones’s body, magic power surged. Veins bulged on his forehead, his cloak fluttered in the wind, whirlwinds formed in the air, sweeping outward. "I am the one who truly wants Beishier Duchy! For no other reason than that a Blood Clan member should have his own territory! The Beisher Family’s characteristic silver hair just happens to resemble mine! You’re strong, incredibly strong, more so than any human I’ve seen. But sadly, I am Blood Clan, noble Blood Clan!" *Jones roared hysterically, extending a hand, igniting a thumb-sized red flame in his palm.* "Hahaha! I’ve killed everyone, no one will know what happened here today! No matter what, you’re just a human, insignificant human, incapable of defeating noble Blood Clan! You should feel honored to force a Blood Clan member to act personally!" Gritting his teeth, Jones said each word slowly: "Now, do you still want to be my father?" "You said no one will know what happened here today, are you serious?" Gray asked softly. "Huh?" Jones was momentarily stunned. Releasing his hands, Gray slowly stood up, turned around, removed his helmet, and gently tossed it aside. Jones’s expression froze entirely, his eyes widened, his whole body involuntarily started to tremble. The clouds slowly moved, blood-red moonlight descended from the sky. Illuminating Gray’s body, the Bone Horse, and the bare skull. In the hollow eye sockets, two dark red soul flames burned fiercely. The wind blew past him, instantly tainted with strands of dark aura. Seeing everything clearly in front of him, Jones’s expression twisted completely. Gray slowly extended a hand, igniting a cyan flame on his palm. Yes, a cyan flame covering his entire hand! Behind him, the previously fallen mercenaries and war horses struggled, tearing away flesh, and rose. The scene was bloody and terrifying, not suitable for children. An undead army had quietly formed! "Lich—" Moments later, Jones screamed. "Sorry, your dad is still your dad!" The Black Cat said mischievously.

Chapter 59 - 43: Knight Spirit! (2)

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