I Became Robin?! (Honkai Star Rail)

The two silver knights summoned by the Martyr charged toward Yu Lin and Lü Heng, their enchanted longswords gleaming with strange, floral patterns.

Clang! x2

Two deafening crashes rang out almost simultaneously. One was the metallic screech of longsword meeting greatsword, while the other was the thud of Lü Heng narrowly dodging, the knight's blade slamming into the ground where he had been standing.

The silver knights looked like classic Western medieval knights, clad head-to-toe in plate armor, helmets concealing their faces as they gripped their swords with both hands.

But as illusions crafted by the Martyr, these knights were far from ordinary.

The knight attacking Yu Lin was immediately overwhelmed by her sheer strength. He swiftly retreated two steps, channeling her momentum to deflect her greatsword sideways. With the maneuver complete, he retracted his blade at lightning speed and swung again.

Unlike before, this time his longsword blazed with a blinding light as he swung, accompanied by a solemn roar: "Holy Strike!"

Yes, this knight could actually speak.

As temporary constructs, these Illusion Knights possessed memories of the past, formidable combat skills, and even the ability to use "skills" like from a game.

Yu Lin swung her greatsword through empty air. Greatswords, with their wide, sweeping motions, suffered from significant attack intervals and recovery lag—in gaming terms, a long "cooldown" and "stiffness." She was currently in the vulnerable moment between expending her previous force and preparing her next strike.

Yet, impossibly, as the Knight's sword swung toward her, Yu Lin had already positioned her greatsword horizontally before her. Her movement resembled hoisting an entire barbell by its edge with a single hand, then wielding it without visible strain.

To execute such a feat with virtually no leverage required unimaginable core strength.

As Yu Lin firmly blocked the Knight's blow, searing crimson flames erupted from her greatsword, instantly raising the temperature within the Bureau of Anomalous Investigations by over ten degrees Celsius.

This was no ordinary weapon. Retrieved from an underground warehouse, it was loot dropped by monsters within a Dimensional Rift.

The flames burned hotter and hotter, forcing even Zhong Wanhong, who was standing some distance away, and Lü Heng, who was already being chased, to retreat further from the intense heat.

As a "red dragon," Yu Lin possessed exceptional fire resistance. Completely ignoring the scorching heat, she renewed her assault.

The Knight, conjured from thin air, was a seasoned combatant, but Yu Lin was no pushover either. After finishing elementary school, she became an Evolver and joined the Bureau of Anomalous Investigations. While others attended junior high and high school, she dedicated herself to mastering her inner power and honing various combat techniques.

Though she might lack the Knight's extensive battlefield experience, Yu Lin's extraordinary physical prowess more than compensated for this deficiency. After just a few exchanges, she had completely overwhelmed him.

Whizz! Lü Heng, however, was the first to end his fight. Desperately dodging the Knight's slashing attacks and bizarre Skills, he finally spotted an opening, raised his pistol, and blew the Knight's head apart in one swift shot.

The armor-piercing bullet shattered the knight's helmet, pierced his skull, and continued its trajectory, leaving a small, pitch-black hole of unfathomable depth in the pristine white tiles.

Thud.

Though merely an illusion, the knight still obeyed the laws of biology. With his head blown apart, he collapsed instantly, his body gradually turning transparent before dissolving into the air.

Meanwhile, Yu Lin had severed an arm from the knight she was fighting. Victory seemed inevitable.

"Sigh..." The Martyr sighed wearily, observing the scene. "Like your friend, couldn't you have stayed in the blissful past? There's no irreconcilable conflict between us..."

The Martyr was referring to Artyom, the fourth member present, a burly man from the Bear Nation. Still trapped in the Illusionary Realm, Artyom stood motionless, head bowed, clutching a futuristic laser weapon.

As he spoke, the Martyr clapped his hands lightly. Instantly, two more knights identical to the previous ones materialized at his sides.

They had just killed one enemy, and immediately two more appeared. This should have been a disastrous situation for the Bureau of Anomalous Investigations. Yet, at that moment, both Zhong Wanhong and Lü Heng wore thoughtful expressions.

Could they actually win this battle?

Was this enemy not as formidable as they had imagined?

As one of White Eagle's eight rulers, the Martyr's abilities should have been extraordinary. To put it dramatically, annihilating everyone present should have been trivial.

But from beginning to end, the Martyr's battle intent had remained remarkably low. During their initial conversation, he had apologized repeatedly and tried to negotiate for the hostages. Even after negotiations failed, he had chosen to restrain the group with his ability rather than kill them outright. Only after that failed did he summon two Knights to engage them.

And what about the legendary dragon? Why hadn't he conjured one? Even ten or twenty Knights would have overwhelmed Zhong Wanhong's group. Yet he had summoned only two, then stood there sighing helplessly.

Zhong Wanhong even began to suspect if this man truly was one of White Eagle's eight rulers—if he was even the real Martyr. Was this entire performance too underwhelming?

Could this person be an impostor?

As he pondered, Zhong Wanhong discarded his damaged pistol and drew a brand-new one from his waist.

This was one of the few drawbacks of armor-piercing rounds. Their immense power could destroy the weapon itself with a single shot, and the recoil was so extreme that only an Evolver's enhanced physique could withstand it. An ordinary person pulling the trigger would likely shatter their arm bones into pieces instantly. The bullet, violently displaced by the recoil, might fly off in unpredictable directions.

Normally, armor-piercing rounds were reserved for Evolvers and loaded as the final round in a magazine. The strategy was to use other special ammunition first, then deliver the decisive blow with this final shot.

But this was no ordinary situation. Zhong Wanhong and Lü Heng had loaded the armor-piercing rounds first. Zhong Wanhong gripped his new pistol tightly, his gaze locked on the enemy before him, searching for another opening.