The Greece Antagonist

"Bang!"

The clash of silver and dark iron tore through the heavy night, the broken spear in the hand of the one-armed knight sparked blue fire, his body kept sliding backward with the charge of the enemy horse.

The open space is the main battleground for armored knights; once these warriors armed to the teeth initiate a charge, they often form an unstoppable edge.

Moreover, these Black Knights in front are not human bodies, but Wild Hunt summoned from underground by Vortigern using secret technique, each one is an elite warrior capable of taking on hundreds.

Facing the repeated attacks of a hundred Black Knights, the one-armed knight was momentarily struggling to hold them off.

Fortunately, after a period of delay, the refugees had successfully escaped the Black Knights' pursuit range.

It's about time, find a way to break through!

The one-armed knight's eyes flashed, he mobilized the magic power within his body, the lance thrust forward guiding the glow of the Earth Vein Bronze Crystal.

The charging Black Knights instinctively swung their heavy swords, slicing down with black flames wrapped in curse, the sword edge melting sand into crimson glaze, but it was precisely guided by the Star Sand Lance to a weak point in the battle formation.

The moment the broken spear collided with the heavy sword, Ogan Tree Runes appeared within the shockwave, the virtual shadow of the tower and the abyss's roar transformed into sound waves tearing through the thick night.

In the strong magic power tidal wave, Bedivere seized the opportunity, once again summoned magic power to counterattack.

His knight armor flowed with mercury-like ripples, his robes fluttered in the gale, and the broken spear burst out six-pointed light cluster.

However, when the spear tip pierced the Black Knights' shoulder armor, what gushed out was not blood, but ashes of countless screeching resentful spirits.

"Roar~~!"

Amidst the malicious screeching at the living, purple-black thunderbolts seeped from the helmets of several injured Black Knights, the red-black heavy swords transformed into hundreds of thorns, sprawling towards the one-armed knight's neck.

Seeing the one-armed knight falling into dire straits, several spiral patterns lit up under the night sky, transforming into brilliant Golden Sword lights, drilling through the Black Knights' formation from outside and tearing apart the network of red-black thorns in mid-air.

"This way!"

Altria rode a black warhorse, holding a Fine Steel Longsword, shouting not far away.

The one-armed knight understood the signal, sweeping the broken spear horizontally, further opening a gap and charging out of the chaotic Black Knights' formation.

After successfully joining the approaching help, he voluntarily reported his name:

"Thank you, I'm Bedivere, from the Northern Realm."

"Arthur, apprentice knight of Cornwall."

Altria then mentioned her other name.

This name means "strong man like a bear" or "noble warrior", full of masculinity, her male alias when traveling and another layer to hide her identity as the [Red Dragon's Son].

Bedivere doubted nothing, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes:

"You're also from Cornwall?"

"Also?"

"Vortigern's subordinates are not only this group of hyenas; there are also some corrupted giants and elves. On the previous road, I met a knight claiming to be 'Kai', he and his knight companions distracted those monsters, letting me take the refugees along another route."

"Brother?!"

Altria instinctively exclaimed, a hint of worry in her eyes.

Unexpectedly, her adopted brother also came out of the town and seemed to have engaged with Vortigern's men.

"You know him?"

Bedivere became even more surprised and his heart began to stir with excitement,

"Then just right, let's first deal with these guys together and quickly go support Sir Kai and the others!"

"Alright!"

Altria nodded solemnly, lifting her fine steel longsword above her head.

Bedivere also slowly raised his broken spear, magic power within him surged madly.

"—Glory, henceforth!"

"—Attack, Five Stars!"

Golden Sword light and silver white lance beams shot forward under the night sky, forming tangible streams of magic power, tearing apart the charging Black Knights one by one.

Having successfully dealt with the opponents, Bedivere and Altria couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

However, the next moment, the scattered black armor plates on the ground emitted eerie trembling, strong death energy surged from underground, crazily pouring into those black armor plates.

Soon, the black armor plates on the ground seemed like living creatures, under Altria and Bedivere's watch, reassembled into a complete armored Black Knight.

Even the black warhorse, which originally dissipated into smoke, was rejuvenated under the nourishment of death energy.

Can't be killed?

Altria and Bedivere, seeing this, felt a chill on their scalps.

Seeing the Black Knights about to fully revive, poetic and song-like voices echoed across the wasteland:

"You who are dust will also return to dust..."

A sea of pink flowers rapidly spread on the ground, instantly engulfing the Black Knights about to rise, subsequently transforming with them into a shower of drifting petals.

"Teacher!"

Altria crossed the open ground and joyfully greeted Luo En, a heart that had been hanging finally at ease.

Luo En smiled and nodded, picking up a lifeless black armor plate from the ground, examining it carefully.

Legend has it that a nameless Black Knight once went to the Holy City Camelot, challenging all the court knights, asking them for a noble duel. King Arthur heard of this news, and after several Round Table Knights were defeated successively, he went alone to challenge the Black Knight.

Ultimately, King Arthur won the duel against the Black Knight, but did not kill him.