Standing in front of the office window, Turkan, who had laid out everything, had already changed out of the coat that made him feel constrained, and instead put on his cloak. He looked at the old knight who came towards him in the form of brilliance. This former city man
There was surprise in his long eyes.
"One shot of glory?"
Telkan whispered to himself.
Then, a look of extreme contempt appeared on his face.
"glory?"
"Oh, glory?"
"Existing in the human heart, hoping for the glory of the human heart...ridiculous."
"Strength is everything that determines right and wrong!"
While muttering softly to himself, a strong black death energy gathered in Telkan's hand.
Then,
Submerged underground.
It's like a starting gun.
A black chain as thick as an arm flew straight out of the ground and wrapped around the old jazz man.
"Knew you were here."
"How could I not be prepared?"
Turkan stared at the old knight who was about to be 'blocked' and said.
Glory Strike, is it powerful?
very powerful!
Has the ability to turn things around.
but,
Only one hit!
After one blow, it was reduced to ashes.
Therefore, he specially prepared a similar attack.
However, the next moment, Terkan's face stiffened as he was confident of winning.
A small ray of light, covered by the brilliance of the old jazz, hit the black chain in advance.
In the light, the servant... no, it was Eric, the 'attendant', smiling.
"Born for glory, Sir Knight."
Eric said with a smile.
"Die for glory, serve the little ones."
The old knight responded, charging faster and faster.
behind,
The light goes out.
ahead,
The spear comes out like a dragon.
puff!
Telkan's body was penetrated, and the huge force drove him through the wall and rushed out of the house.
"impossible!"
"How can a first-level 'servant' learn 'Glory Strike'!"
"This is impossible!"
Telkan yelled in disbelief.
It’s not just because a first-level ‘servant’ learned ‘Glory Strike’.
Also because the other party should have been dead long ago.
It's also because he should have known about this news a long time ago and highlighted it.
There is no doubt that someone is plotting against him.
But Telkan couldn't care about that much at the moment.
He gathered his death energy again.
He has many secret skills.
There are enough rituals.
As long as you give him time, he may not lose!
It's a pity that the old Jazz will not give him a chance.
"A 'knight's squire' is also a 'knight'!"
The voice fell.
The spear suddenly exploded.
boom!
Turkan was shattered into pieces, the knight's power drove away all the death energy, and the sublimation attack brought by the glory blow cut off any possibility of the opponent's resurrection.
As Telkan died, the resurrected 'corpses' fell down again.
The mist-like death air began to dissipate.
The old knight floating in the sky, like a physical body, began to disintegrate.
But he ignored it.
Lorde was not destroyed.
The city he protects.
Still there.
this,
enough.
enough.
The old knight lowered his head and took one last look at Lord with a smile on his face. His body immediately disintegrated and turned into dots of crystal clear brilliance, which fell with the wind and spread throughout the land of Lord.
'Beta, why did you choose 'Knight'?'
'It's because of your humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, compassion, honesty, and justice that you became a knight, right?'
'No, teacher, it is precisely because I am proud, nameless, selfish, cowardly, cold-blooded, stupid, hypocritical, and extreme, just like all human beings, that I want to become a knight!'
'Do you know it's hard to do this?'
'Know.'
'But, someone has to do it.'
'Then do you know what such a person is called?'
'Are you... a fool?'
'No!'
'yes……'
'hero!'
Sound of wind.
Gradually subsided.
The sound dissipated without a trace.
People raised their heads and looked at the dark night sky.
There is nothing there.
But there seems to be something there.
And just when everyone was looking up at the night sky, a figure walked into Pea Street leisurely and walked into No. 10 Pea Street.
Everyone turned a blind eye to this man.
Let this man walk to the underground hall.
Walking on the steps, the large cloak was dragged directly to the ground, sliding down as the figure stepped downward.
The light whistle carries the figure's good mood.
"Shush!"
"Night, night, is coming."
"The black lamb dances."
"He's coming, he's coming."
"Go to bed quickly."
"Go to bed quickly."
Suddenly, the brightly lit underground hall became dark.
There is silence and a sense of withering in it.
Although he returned to normal in an instant, he was discovered by Jason, whose perception was more than twice that of ordinary people.
He walked out of the tent.
At a glance, he saw a man standing at the door of the hall wearing a large cloak, completely covering his face.
The other party also saw Jason.
"Very keen sense."
"As expected of the 'Night Watchman'."
"But sometimes, it's not a good thing if your perception is too sharp, Jason."
The other party directly called out Jason's name.
Jason was unmoved.
He just raised the 'Winchester Brothers' slightly and pointed the gun at the opponent.
"As rude as your teacher."
The other party glanced at the muzzle of the gun and commented like this, and then stepped closer.
boom!
The pellets from the lever-action shotgun missed.
Or to be precise, the other party avoided it.
Jason's pupils shrank.
Although the threat of firearms to mysterious people has become smaller, most of them still resist. This is the first time Jason has seen such mysterious people who directly dodge bullets.
"Kurz is so pathetic."
"If he wasn't eager for revenge, how could he die in your hands?"
"Jason, I want to ask you a question."
"Do you think Kurtz is right or wrong?"
The other party walked slowly while talking.
Kurtz!
The other party is Kurtz’s teacher!
Jason narrowed his eyes slightly, not hiding his murderous intent.
"Kurz is not right or wrong."
"but,"
"Damn you for arranging all this!"
He drank quietly.
"Ah."
"It's really the same as your teacher."
"They are all so stubborn."
"And you are so stubborn, you won't let me take away the 'trophies' easily?"
The other party chuckled lightly.
Trophies?
The old knight's body?
Jason immediately tightened his grip on the gun handle.
He moved his steps slightly so that his body completely blocked the way into the tent.
Although,
To the humanity here.
about the geography here.
To the local customs here.
To the power here.
He doesn't even understand.
What he did was to survive.
However, he did not allow anyone in front of him to desecrate the body of the old knight.
This is dangerous.
It can even endanger lives.
However, Jason still chose to do this.
Because, there are some things that if you see them, you treat them as if you haven’t seen them...
That,
There is no point in living anymore.
Worse than The Walking Dead.
call!
Jason took a deep breath and put away the obviously useless 'Winchester Brothers'.
He slowly put on the hockey mask given to him by the old Jazz, held the broad-bladed short-handled machete in his right hand, raised his left hand, stretched out his index finger, and hooked at the opponent.
