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SM/DC Chapter 60 : Arthur VS Demon Knights
🕑 Added 2025-03-16 21:59:13 +0000 UTCArthur’s boots echoed against the cold, black stone as he moved down the shadowed corridor. The air was soffucating with magic. Each step stirred a faint pulse beneath his feet, as though the castle itself was alive, watching his every move. The only sound was the steady rhythm of his footsteps, reverberating against the towering walls.
His glowing blue eyes scanned everything every shadow, every flicker of movement. Something was waiting.
At the end of the hall, a massive set of doors twisted black iron and veined with crimson light stood ajar. Without hesitation, Arthur pushed them open, stepping through.
And the world changed.
the suffocating interior of the castle was gone. Now, Arthur stood on a vast, open battlefield. a place that shouldn’t exist within the structure he just left.
The sky above churned with swirling black clouds, jagged streaks of lightning splitting the heavens in violent bursts. The ground beneath his feet was blackened stone, cracked and scorched, with thick coils of mist crawling along the edges like hungry serpents. Gusts of wind howled through the air, carrying the scent of steel and blood.
Arthur’s gaze swept the arena, sharp and unyielding, then he saw them.
The demon knights.
Dozens of them. Standing in perfect formation, their blackened armor gleamed beneath the storm’s light, each one unique, each one deadly. They were no mindless beasts. He could feel their eyes, those burning violet orbs locked onto him, gleaming with intelligence and purpose.
Some held jagged swords, their edges pulsing with an eerie, crimson glow. Others clutched spears that thrummed with barely-contained energy. A few stood taller, wielding massive axes and maces, each strike from those weapons could shatter stone. Their presence was suffocating, an army of executioners waiting for the first move.
And yet… Arthur smiled.
His fingers flexed, his doomsday gauntlets creaking as his magic surged. Power rolled through him fierce, unyielding. He stepped forward, calm as ever, like the chaos around him was nothing more than a stage set for his arrival.
Arthur’s eyes narrowed as he took in the sight before him a gust of wind whipped past, tugging at his coat as the knights shifted in unison, silent, disciplined, and ready to kill, the demon knights. Their presence was unmistakable, even in a place as bizarre as this. The polished armor, the eerie red glow bleeding from their visors, and the cold, calculated way they stood in formation.
His lips curled into a smirk. “Well… I’d recognize those bastards anywhere. The demon knights from the Demon Castle…” His voice was low, almost amused, but his eyes burned with anticipation. “Such a strange place to find them on a floating island, inside a castle wrapped in a storm. Guess this dungeon’s pulling out all the stops.”
His gaze shifted toward the back of the formation, three knights stood apart from the rest. Different. Stronger. Their armor was thicker, more ornate, and the aura radiating from them hummed with danger. One carried a massive greatsword resting on his shoulder, another held twin glaives, and the last, a towering figure, gripped a spiked flail crackling with dark energy.
“And some of you look tough… good.”
Arthur rolled his shoulders, the bone-white gauntlets flexing around his fists as sparks of magic crackled around his arms. He exhaled slowly then smiled wide. “Enough time wasting.”
He moved.
In a flash of terrifying speed, Arthur shot forward, a blur of black and silver cutting through the storm-lit arena. The ground beneath his feet cracked as he launched himself into the air, fists clenched.
BOOM!
He came down like a meteor, slamming his fist into the earth. The impact exploded outward in a wave of raw force, shattering the blackened stone and sending a massive shockwave through the ranks of demon knights.
Several of them staggered back, their armored boots scraping against the cracked ground, while others were flung into the air like ragdolls. Dust and debris swirled around him, but Arthur stood tall in the center.
He tilted his head slightly, eyes glowing a brilliant, icy blue as he looked up through the settling dust. The demon knights were already recovering, their weapons raised, but Arthur only smiled wider, heart pounding with excitement.
The moment the dust settled, they attacked.
A dozen demon knights surged toward Arthur in a tide of steel and fury, their weapons gleaming under the flashing lightning above. Their movements were fast, too fast for anything human, but to Arthur, they might as well have been moving in slow motion.
His glowing eyes flared as he stepped into the fray, a sharp grin cutting across his face.
“You’re gonna have to be the demon monarch himself to land those hits.”
The first knight came from the left, spear thrusting for his ribs, but Arthur twisted, letting the blade graze the air beside him. In a blur, his hand snapped out, grabbing the spear mid-thrust. With a flick of his wrist, the shaft splintered, and his elbow smashed into the knight’s helmet, caving it in with a sickening CRUNCH.
Another came from behind Arthur didn’t even glance back. His hand glowed with Ruler’s Authority, and the demon’s sword froze mid-swing, trembling as if caught in an invisible grip. With a twitch of his fingers, the blade reversed direction, impaling its owner straight through the chest.
“I love this skill.”
A third knight lunged from the front, sword raised high. Arthur ducked under the blade, fluid and agile, before driving a savage uppercut straight into the demon’s jaw. The force sent it flying backward, its helmet cracking as it slammed into the stone wall.
A spear from above. A sword from his flank. A glaive sweeping low.
Arthur moved like a shadow, weaving through the onslaught with effortless precision. He pivoted on his heel, catching a knight by the wrist and snapping it backward with a sickening pop. Another demon lunged, but Arthur met it with a spinning kick to the chest, sending the creature crashing into three more.
His fingers curled and his Greatsword materialized in the air beside him, crackling with power. With a flick of Ruler’s Authority, it spun like a whirlwind, blades singing through the air as it carved a path of destruction.
SHING—SHING—SHING!
Three demon knights fell at once, heads severed cleanly as the sword danced through their ranks. The blade returned to his hand with a snap, just in time for Arthur to deliver a crushing diagonal slash, beheading another knight in a single, graceful motion.
“Still not enough, come!”
A roar echoed behind him—a larger knight with a jagged axe charged, armor glowing with eerie violet runes. Arthur didn’t bother turning. With Ruler’s Authority, he yanked the demon off its feet, slamming it face-first into the ground hard enough to shatter the stone.
The arena trembled under the sheer force of his dominance.
Another demon tried to retreat. Bad move. Arthur’s hand shot up, fingers clenching the air. The knight froze mid-flight, struggling as if held by invisible chains.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
He dragged the demon back through the air with brutal force, its limbs thrashing helplessly. The moment it was within reach, Arthur’s gauntlet-clad hand seized its neck, crushing the armor like paper. With a sharp twist—CRACK!—the demon’s head lolled to the side.
Arthur let the body drop, eyes burning with an unyielding light.
“This is all you’ve got?” His voice was calm, too calm. “I expected more from the ‘peak of their ability.’ this is disappointing.. ”
Arthur’s grip on his Greatsword tightened as the last three demon knights stood their ground, their towering frames radiating a dark, lethal aura. Their armor was different . If these were the strongest, they certainly looked the part.
But Arthur wasn’t impressed.
The three demons bristled, their weapons humming with dark energy but Arthur wasn’t even looking at them anymore.
His eyes lifted toward the sky, narrowing.
Something shifted in the clouds.
A shadow. Massive.
The storm overhead swirled with violent fury as wings huge, jagged, and lined with glowing veins of electricity unfurled from the blackened sky. The air grew heavier, crackling with raw power as the figure descended, its form emerging from the lightning itself.
And then it landed.
A thunderous boom shook the arena as the creature touched down, massive talons digging into the stone floor. Its scales shimmered like polished ivory, glowing faintly beneath the arcs of lightning dancing across its body. Each step it took left a trail of scorched stone. Its serpentine eyes an intense, searing yellow, locked onto Arthur with a intelligence.
A white wyvern.
Lightning incarnate.
Arthur blinked once. Then scratched the back of his head, his expression shifting from curiosity to sheer disbelief.
“…Kaisel?”
