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[FTMWDK] Chapter 382: Godslayer Knights and Knight Proof
🕑 Added 2024-04-18 01:31:05 +0000 UTC"Looks like even among Servants, you're the powerful one..."
Tristan remarked, suppressing her surging emotions with a sneer.
"I don't know if I'm powerful or not, but what I know is... killing you won't be too much trouble." Arkhan responded indifferently.
"Hmph, if I'm not mistaken, you're the outsider who blocked His Majesty's holy judgment, right?" Tristan squinted as she asked.
"Ahh, thanks for the reminder, or I might have forgotten..." Arkhan nodded calmly. "Later, I'll leave one guy behind to tell your king that I'm very satisfied with his hospitality. As a return gift, I'll personally chop off his head."
"Hmph, boasting without shame." Tristan scoffed. "You know nothing of His Majesty's power. You don't stand a chance of getting near him."
Arkhan couldn't be bothered to argue with her and just turned his head to the village chief.
"Stay here and don't wander around. Every exit has already been surrounded by these knights."
He could clearly sense that dozens of brainwave signals were encircling the canyon exit mentioned by the village chief.
Needless to say, these knights had no intention of letting anyone escape.
"But there are so many people..." The village chief hesitated.
"Relax, they're just a bunch of nobodies." Arkhan replied nonchalantly, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding knights.
Upon hearing his arrogant words, Tristan's face darkened.
It was the first time she had been belittled like this.
With a wave of her hand, the severed arm on the ground flew up into her grasp.
She pressed the severed arm against her empty right hand, a faint glow of blood-red light flickered, and the severed arm surprisingly reattached itself.
Arkhan raised an eyebrow slightly at the sight.
Although his Jizo Mitama wasn't the original, it was still imbued with considerable negative energy. Any enemy wounded by this Divine Key would be corroded by this negative energy. Even a small wound the size of a fingernail could cause excruciating pain.
Yet, Tristan not only felt nothing, but she also managed to reattach her arm despite Jizo Mitama's negative energy influence.
Honestly, this was a bit unexpected for him.
Arkhan grew more curious. What was the origin of this version of Tristan, who had undergone a gender transformation?
Moving her arm a bit, Tristan turned to Arkhan.
"I admit you do have some strength, but this isn't a place where you can just run amok, Outsider." Tristan spoke coldly.
A smirk quickly played on her lips as she waved her hand.
"Attack!"
THUD!
Her knights marched forward in perfect unison, charging toward the villagers like a tidal wave.
Tristan watched coldly, a hint of cruelty gleaming in her pale violet eyes.
She knew she wasn't a match for this outsider, but these villagers were just ordinary humans with no combat skills. They were completely defenseless against her knights.
Even if this man's speed were faster, he couldn't possibly fend off so many knights at once, couldn't he?
"You like to talk big, don't you? Well, I'll show you right here, right now. I'll slaughter all these villagers in front of your eyes!" Tristan declared with a gleeful tone.
Hearing her declaration, Arkhan watched her coldly and stayed silent.
It was evident she had been blinded by rage, forgetting her task entirely, even intending to risk the lives of her knights to fight him to the end.
As her knights closed in step by step, fear crept onto the faces of every villager. Uncontrollable memories of past bloodshed instantly surged in their minds.
"Don't be afraid!" Moran suppressed the fear in his heart and roared. "We've got plenty of people here too! Even if it's one on one, we can take down these metal-skinned monsters!"
"It's useless. They're wearing armor empowered by magecraft. Even if you crush your teeth, it won't affect them much." Arkhan shook his head, taking a step forward. "Let me handle them. People who play the numbers game aren't just limited to you, woman."
Bzzzt—!
A powerful surge of magical energy immediately burst forth from Arkhan's body, countless magical energy particles converging.
Suddenly, a dazzling light erupted from him, blinding everyone.
As the light gradually dissipated, the villagers opened their eyes, astonished to find fully armed knights standing around them, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
These knights emitted distinct magical energy fluctuations all over their bodies, unmistakably Heroic Spirits!
Tristan glanced at the weapons held by these knights, her mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.
'Are you kidding me? They all have Noble Phantasms...' Tristan thought speechlessly.
This was none other than Arkhan's 'A++ Noble Phantasm', the 'Godslayer Knights'.
But this wasn't all.
Arkhan raised his hand again, and the surroundings changed drastically.
Giant trees, thick as several people holding hands, sprouted from the ground.
Waterfalls cascaded down the mountainside, and massive wyverns soared in the sky, emitting a terrifying roar.
The sudden change startled everyone.
Tristan's knights instinctively raised their shields, adopting a defensive stance.
Tristan raised her arm, and a crimson light burst from her fingertips, piercing through one of the wyverns.
"Illusion..." Tristan furrowed her brow slightly.
Just as she wondered about the significance of creating such useless illusions, she suddenly noticed that the aura of the outsider's knights soared instantly, their magical energy fluctuations becoming even more intense.
This was Arkhan's 'A Noble Phantasm', the 'Knight Proof'!
Within the coverage of the Knight Proof, all units deemed friendly by him had their parameters boosted!
In an instant, the parameters of the Godslayer Knights leaped dramatically, combined with their Noble Phantasms, their combat power was no less than that of Tristan's knights!
Tristan, who witnessed this whole thing firsthand, was truly dumbfounded.
She had never heard of such a situation.
It was one thing to have powerful individual strength, but summoning an army consisting of Heroic Spirits wielding Noble Phantasms and even amplifying their strength was absurd!
Although the Lion King had warned her that the strength of the outsider was powerful, this was just too excessive!
This outsider was way beyond the scope of a normal Servant and Heroic Spirit!
Where on earth did this monster come from?!
A strong sense of regret quickly welled up in Tristan's heart. If she had known this man's strength was so powerful, she wouldn't have come alone.
"Go, leave none behind." Arkhan ordered the Godslayer Knights with an indifferent tone.
""Yes, Your Majesty!""
The Godslayer Knights turned around, brimming with fighting spirit, roaring together like lions as they charged fearlessly toward Tristan's knights.
Clang! Cling! Clang! Cling!
Both sides instantly clashed, countless sounds of clashing metal echoing in the air, each side attacking fiercely as if they were mortal enemies.
The strength of Tristan's knights largely came from the enchanted armor they wore, blessed by magecraft, which was highly defensive and capable of repelling even ordinary sword slashes without leaving a scratch.
However, the weapons wielded by Godslayer Knights were no ordinary weapons; they were genuine Noble Phantasms.
These Noble Phantasms were based on the Keys of Domination once bestowed upon the knights by Arkhan. However, since these knights were just his summoned beings and not the originals, the power of their Noble Phantasms was greatly diminished.
Nonetheless, Noble Phantasm was still Noble Phantasm, surpassing any ordinary weapons.
Before the might of Noble Phantasms, the proud armor of Tristan's knights was extremely vulnerable and quickly reduced to tatters.
With the fearless determination of the Godslayer Knights, Tristan's knights were soon forced into a retreat.
As time passed, the defeat of Tristan's knights became increasingly apparent.
It was a battle of spear and shield, yet ultimately, the spear prevailed.
Seeing her inevitable defeat, Tristan gritted her teeth, turned around, and sprinted back the way she came.
She knew very well that once her knights fell, she would be next in line.
The previous fight had already proven that she was no match for this outsider. If she didn't seize the opportunity to escape now, she would have no chance at all.
A strong sense of shame and resentment welled up in her heart.
This was the first time she had been forced to flee.
But it didn't matter.
Next time, when she brought along the other Knights of the Round Table, she would make sure this outsider met his end!
However, suddenly, a calm voice resonated in her ears.
"Did I say you could leave?"
Comments
Eternal Blizzard
Thanks for the chapter
Biazar Lockhart
Oh he actually two completely different things other than fire this time! Good to see at least our knight squad even if they're copies or spiritual versions of the real ones
