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Chapter 395 Leave? Is it even possible to leave?

Green and Lysa spurred their horses and galloped at full speed toward the valley.

Both of them were anxious, as they needed to find and bring back some things. They had to linger in the abandoned castle for a long time before leaving Silvermoon Ridge.

With the arrival of summer, the road conditions deteriorated, and Green sometimes had to lead his two warhorses across swollen streams and over lush grass.

The main roads are impassable, and these remote roads are also difficult to travel on.

They had no other choice but to keep going on the rugged path.

The Vatican must have taken notice of them.

The commotion at Silver Moon Ridge was too great.

It was as if a second bright moon had risen over the mountains, which could be witnessed by people in the surrounding areas. It was easy to associate this with the war scenes of a hundred years ago, and who knows what legends will be left behind this time.

As they emerged from the castle, the Silvermoon remnants, in awe of the returning Silvermoon descendants, provided them with dried meat and beans; otherwise, their return journey would likely have been much more convenient.

Hurry back!

There's no time to waste!

Offer the Silver Moon Gem to the King of the Valley!
Only Roman could give them a sense of security on this land!
Green thought so, and Lysa thought so too.

The gemstone's effect was so strong that, under the silvery glow, the arrow wound on her right arm almost healed in just one or two days. Although it was still painful, it no longer affected her mobility.

Her magical power increased day by day, with the amount of improvement in one day being greater than that of a year of meditation. Her physical condition also improved significantly, the freckles on her face quietly disappeared, and her skin began to become delicate and fair. She underwent a sublimation of the essence of life.

This is the legacy of the Silver Moon, the power of the gemstone. Bathing in its radiance greatly alleviates fatigue, allowing Grimm to travel for extended periods.

They traveled along deserted paths, avoiding main roads and inns, enduring wind and rain, and were in very poor condition. They would venture into any overgrown or desolate area. Most of the time, even when there was no path ahead, they would forge one themselves.

Even so, they encountered some ordinary people in the wilderness, young and old. Barefoot boys, women carrying babies, haggard and tired old people, some carrying their belongings, some carrying valuables, they were all going in different directions, but none of them were heading north.

People always wore wary expressions when they encountered Green. This was because he was dressed as a knight-errant: leggings, high boots, and a cloak, all neat and tidy. His knight's sword was wrapped in coarse cloth at his waist. He had no noble crests, but his bearing was striking.

In the Middle Ages, these mysterious warriors were always dangerous, and no one knew whether they were good or evil.

Not to mention, there was a man in black robes next to Green, completely wrapped up so that his face was obscured, making him quite mysterious. The common people's survival wisdom is to avoid provoking such mysterious individuals.

Only a very few people were willing to speak with Green, telling them they came from the north and were heading south. Rumors of war were rampant, causing widespread panic.

Over the past six months, people have been moving away, even noble lords have left. Those who remain are suffering more and more, and eventually they also choose to leave. A tree dies when it is moved, but a person lives. It is better than losing one's life in the war. However, they have no direction and just keep walking and walking every day.

Green also encountered refugees from Ironflower County, some of whom claimed to have seen a dragon, a living dragon, flying in from the north. Pirates had pushed their front lines to the doorstep of Rift Armor Territory, now guarded by Papal Knights. After the Guardian family was wiped out in the fire, its inhabitants were restless, whispering that Lord Moya had died a violent death. Gale had suppressed the rebellion, attempting to restore the former glory. However, since his ascension, Rift Armor's forces had suffered repeated setbacks, and its prestige had waned day by day.

Duke Gael first went to fight pirates, then divided his forces to fight barbarians, then to fight rebels, and finally went to Blackburg. He had too many things he wanted to do, but accomplished very little.

Now he has assembled a large army and headed to the plateau to quell the barbarian rebellion. No one knows what the outcome will be this time. The rule over Tiehua County is now quite lenient. The Papacy has taken over Tiehua County and is confronting the pirates. During this time, people keep escaping, fearing that they will be captured and used as filler characters.

The banners of the gods fluttered in the sky above Tiehua County, but the terrifying shadow of the dragon race still lingered in people's hearts.

Green and Lysa didn't have the energy to find out more information.

They were exhausted and sleepy, their eyes were almost closed, and their horses were also drowsy and listless.

We passed through a rugged wilderness.

The land was barren, the trees were dead, and it looked desolate. Only a few shrubs stubbornly survived, and birds cried mournfully.

The weather was hot, and the knights had great stamina, but the horses needed rest. Green took out a water bag to give them water, while Lysa cast a moon spell on them to relieve their fatigue.

At that moment, Green suddenly felt a jolt.

He suddenly turned his head to look, but saw nothing. However, his strong sense of alertness made him vaguely sense something.

Green quickly climbed onto his horse and yanked the reins: "We're being watched! Let's go!"

Lysa also sensed something approaching, and without hesitation, she spurred her horse forward at full speed.

Their route was ingenious and concealed, twisting and turning, and no one could predict where their next destination would be.

Even so, someone still caught up with them, and at an incredible speed.

call!
The source of danger suddenly appeared on the small hill behind them. Green turned his head to look, but he couldn't see the situation clearly. However, he could see that it was a black rider.

The black-clad riders were in pursuit, their warhorses moving swiftly, and the distance between them was rapidly closing.

"It's a Demon Hunter Knight!" Lysa exclaimed.

She saw the Black Rider's emblem, the mark of the Demon Hunter Knights, and that undisguised aura.

Green was terrified. The Holy See's three most elite knightly orders were all composed of members whose martial prowess was no less than his.

What left Green speechless was the speed of the black rider.

He believed that such speed was perhaps second only to the White Steel Princess's Pegasus, and faster than the average White Knight.

"Dawn Knight... Croton!!" Lysa's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled when she saw the gilded greatsword carried by the black rider!

Keton wasn't the leader of the Demon Hunter Knights, but he was a genuine sixth-tier knight, which explained why he was able to catch up with them.

The Demon Hunter Knight not only wielded a greatsword but also a lance. Keton drew his golden lance with one hand and pointed it at the tip from a distance.

[Demon Hunter's Mark]!
Suddenly, Lysa felt a chill run through her body, as if she were being stared at by a pair of cold and merciless eyes.

"How could this be!" she exclaimed in shock.

With the spell of Ionus broken, the Papal Knights gained mastery of the gods' magic. They were now free.

Hunting magic is unique; once a mark is placed, the caster can sense the prey's location from dozens of miles away, unless the mark is removed or the magic dissipates naturally.

"Dispel! Dispel!" Lysa took out the Silver Moon Gem and tried to dispel the magical mark, but all her attempts failed. Although the Silver Moon Gem had a purification effect, she had not yet mastered the advanced techniques for using it.

Finished!

Green gritted his teeth, watching as the black rider sped along, closing the distance from over 300 meters to less than 200 meters.

His gaze sharpened, and a fierce determination formed in his heart: "Ms. Lysa, I'll distract him, you take another route!"

Leave? Is it even possible to leave?

Lysa Lysa was filled with despair. Grimm didn't know any magic hunting techniques, but she knew she was being targeted, and now she could only resort to desperate measures.

Give it a try!

"Alpha Seal!" She formed a hand seal with her right hand and released the spell with the help of the Silver Moon Gem. The spell's power was much stronger than before, and its range was also expanded several times over.

Keton swung his lance, the tip tracing the outline of a shield in the air.

Holy Light Shield!
The mental shock spell took effect, but its effect was minimal, as it was blocked by the illusory golden shield.

Keton galloped in, his features sharp and cold, his figure like a marble sculpture, as the fierce wind rushed towards him.

He was also lightly armed, making it easier to pursue, and he was alone, with his companions unable to keep up with him.

"Beta Seal!" Lysa formed the seal again, and the Silver Moon Gem shone brightly, emitting a beam of energy that blasted towards Keton.

The demon hunter thrust his lance forward, energy surged, and an explosion echoed in mid-air.

He finally slowed down.

All three stopped advancing, standing several dozen meters apart. The demon-hunting warhorse snorted impatiently, its iron hooves crushing the rocks on the ground.

“You’re out of luck!” Keton said, his eyes cold. “Silver Moon Witch, you have no way out.”

Lysa's face turned pale. She had cast the spell twice in a row. The energy expenditure was not large, but the fact that it was completely useless was the most disheartening thing.

"Hey! I'm still here!" Green said, annoyed.

"There is no difference; you will all die. This is the will of the gods," he said coldly, his hatred for witches running deep in his heart.

“My master doesn’t think so. He wants me to make sure this lady is alive.”

Keton immediately pointed his gun at the knights in the valley.

“I can see your identity. The fate of the blasphemers is just like yours, to splatter filthy blood on this land!”

Green laughed, somewhat annoyed. "But the Vatican's sheepdogs have never successfully conquered the valley. Your words are less truthful than someone else's fart."

Keton said dismissively, "You do not know the greatness of the gods. The valley is no match for you. I can kill you with a single move!"

"You could kill me in one move!" Green felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He was the captain of the River Valley Special Forces. He wanted to speak, but he was powerless to refute.

The knight's combat power largely comes from his armor and weapons, giving him high attack and defense on the battlefield, making him invincible.

But Green felt that even if he were fully armed, he wouldn't be a match for Croton, even if the latter wasn't wearing armor.

One-on-one, a third-tier knight against a sixth-tier knight, what kind of despair is that?
There need to be five of him on the field for you to have a chance of winning. There need to be ten of him on the field for you to win for sure.

But Green was all alone. He thought heavily. Green was all alone.

“If you can’t kill me by yourself now, I will bring a hundred men to find you in the future.” Green drew his knight’s sword, his face calm yet resolute.

"Who are you?" Croton asked.

"I am the future First Knight!"

Keton's eyes were full of mockery, and he regarded the words as madness.

Even the paladins wouldn't dare claim to be number one.

In the rugged wilderness, under the scorching sun, with barren soil, exposed rocks, and shifting sands, knights clashed in battle.

“Come on!” Green said calmly.

“Come!” the Dawn Knight replied.

He also raised his weapon, a golden lance, its tip radiating a sharp aura and faintly glowing.

Lysa watched anxiously, preparing to deliver the final blow.

Green felt an unprecedented threat.

But he had no way out! He now understood the importance of the Silver Moon Gem, its immense benefit to the valley; he had come for this purpose, to offer the treasure to the monarch. Even if the mission failed, he would die before Lysa!
boom!
They spurred their horses on simultaneously, accelerating as they charged toward each other!
'Kill!' x2
Forty meters... thirty meters...

"Delta Sign!"

Twenty meters... ten meters...

"Magic eruption!!" It was a high-pitched and abrupt overlapping sound!

(End of this chapter)