This knight is too perfect

Chapter 45 Playing with
It was evening on the fourth day after Rhine left the castle.

"Go to hell, you damn monster!"

On the wall of the ancient castle, a militiaman holding a spear soaked in holy water stabbed the soul stealer in the head who had just climbed up the wall.

The soul-stealer is just a mortal being, but he is fearless and unafraid of death.

But not being afraid of death does not mean that you will not die.

The militia's spear, soaked in holy water, pierced the soul stealer's head on the spot, causing him to fall heavily from the ten-meter-high city wall.

However, as one soul thief fell, more soul thieves rushed up.

This made it even more difficult for the already exhausted militiamen on the city wall to resist.

After stabbing several soul stealers to death, this militiaman was distracted for a moment and was seized by a soul stealer who had just climbed up the city wall below.

"careful!"

The militiaman had just heard his companion shouting when he didn't have time to react before he was knocked down by the soul stealer who suddenly climbed up the city wall.

"what!"

The militia was not given any chance to fight back.

The soul thief bit his throat directly, and blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly covering the soul thief's mouth.

"Let him go, you monster!"

The militiaman's companion, with endless anger, pierced the soul stealer's back of the head with a spear.

Although the soul thief died, the militiaman whose throat was bitten off also lost his life in despair and soon died.

However, the crowd had no time to grieve over the death of a companion, because more soul stealers had already climbed up the city wall.

Although there is a long and narrow ravine of fire under the city wall to block these soul stealers.

But as a large number of soul stealers rushed in earlier, the flame ravine was now temporarily paved with corpses by this group of monsters to create a path.

Even these corpses will become nutrients for the burning flames.

But it still allowed more soul stealers to step on the corpses of these guys, rush out of the ravine, and climb up the city wall using their hands and feet.

The roar of the soul stealers, the screams and roars of the militiamen, the sound of weapons piercing through flesh and blood, and the chewing sounds of the soul stealers eating corpses...

As more and more soul stealers climb onto the city walls, the situation here becomes increasingly irreversible.

However, the location of the city wall was not where the fiercest fighting took place.

Because the truly cruel battlefield was the city gate below which had been broken open.

At this location, Fergus was standing alone in front of the half-open city gate, resisting the endless stream of soul stealers alone.

This is due to the Punishment Knight's 'main life' and 'secondary desire' pathways.

This makes Fergus's physical strength far superior to that of ordinary soul stealers.

It can maximize one's own fighting potential and reduce other negative emotions.

Coupled with the extraordinary ability of the Dark Iron-class Punishment Knight, Whipping.

At this moment, Fergus was like a steel wall, blocking the torrent of flesh and blood from the soul stealers at the city gate.

[Extraordinary Ability: Whip]

[Extraordinary Level: Black Iron]

[Passive effect: Greatly reduces pain]

[Active effect: After activation, the pain you suffer can be transformed into other desires, and your physical strength can be maximized.]

[Description: Those who cannot feel pain cannot understand true punishment.] Although Fergus was alone in guarding the crumbling city gate, more and more soul stealers rushed up the city wall.

The war situation was developing in a direction that made everyone despair.

Fergus and the militiamen in the battle were aware of this.

The ordinary town residents in the rear knew it well.

Diaz and Judith, who were standing on the mountainside watching the battle, were also very clear about it.

And looking at Fergus, he was standing alone with his sword in the sea of ​​blood and corpses.

Judith showed a rare expression of joy, and her face flushed with excitement.

"It's so beautiful, so beautiful. Perseverance, kindness, courage, and a touch of atonement. What a beautiful soul!"

"Who would have thought that in this small thorny territory, there would be such a wonderful soul."

"If I had known this earlier, I would not have chosen to seal my 'desires' to avoid that damned master and servant when I came to the castle a week ago."

"After all, such a wonderful soul is enough for me to take the risk and have a good 'communication' with it."

"Diaz, he's mine."

"I will make him my own knight, and then I will personally corrupt his noble soul bit by bit, until he eventually becomes the person he least wants to see."

"A fallen witch and a noble knight, what a poignant and epic combination! I can't wait to see that day come."

As Judith spoke, she couldn't help but put her hands on her face and showed a sick, crazy smile.

However, in the face of his "endless love" for Fergus, Diaz on the side rarely showed "dissatisfaction".

An emotion called 'jealousy' filled his heart.

But Diaz, who is currently only at the bronze level, did not dare to express any dissatisfaction towards Judith, a silver-level communion messenger.

So he could only suppress this intense jealousy in his heart and transform it into "hatred" towards Fergus.

But Judith didn't care what Diaz thought.

In other words, he never cared about his thoughts.

After all, Diaz is just a nice toy for Judith.

The role of toys is to please their owners, not to interfere with them.

So after she made her decision, Judith said in an unquestionable tone: "Okay, Diaz, let those little guys come back first."

"The despair and fear in the castle have now reached their peak, and kind souls suitable for your promotion are constantly emerging in the process."

"However, too much despair will only make the soul bitter. Only by adding some hope can the soul become more delicious."

"After all, life is a boring stagnant water. Only a soul intertwined with hope and despair can inject vitality into it and bloom the most beautiful flowers. This is the real life, this is the real...joy!"

After hearing Judith's order, Diaz was reluctant but finally took out a 'Soul-stealing Bone Whistle' and blew it.

But when this silent whistle appeared, the soul stealers who were about to rush into the castle stopped strangely.

And soon it began to recede like the tide.

This made everyone in the castle, who had been feeling desperate, instantly regain hope, and they couldn't help but immerse themselves in the joy of surviving the disaster.

But what everyone doesn’t know is this so-called "hope".

After all, it was just a "witch" playing tricks on them...

(End of this chapter)