Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 204 Class
Westin opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

The noble knights behind him were itching to attack, but when they caught sight of the longsword at Ito's waist, etched with the marks of time, they all held their breath.

That sword had drunk the blood of twenty-three enemy noble knights, and the dark red patterns on its blade were no longer distinguishable as rust or dried blood.

"You want to betray the Viscount?!" a young noble knight suddenly shouted, but when he met Ito's gaze, he froze like a quail with its neck being choked.

The great knight, who came from humble origins, slowly removed his helmet, revealing a scarred face. The old sword wound around his left eye made his gaze even sharper, like that of an eagle.

“Thirty years ago, when I was practicing swordsmanship in the mud, eating wild vegetables,” Ito’s voice was like sandpaper rubbing against pig iron, “some people were still drinking goat’s milk in their mother’s arms.” He took a half step forward, the clanging of armor startling the sparrows under the eaves. “Now, my life was given to me by the Viscount, and your glory,” he sneered, “is nothing more than gilding on your ancestral tablets.”

Westin's face turned from red to white, and he finally gritted his teeth and gave a perfunctory knightly salute.

As he turned around with his men, Andysu noticed that the Grand Knight Commander's back was severely hunched, completely lacking his former imposing presence.

Ito stood there like a silent statue until the last noble knight disappeared around the corner, then he nodded slightly to Robin.

"Thanks, Uncle Ito," Robin said softly, the dragon scale patterns trembling slightly beneath his skin.

Ito shook his head and put his helmet back on. "You're the one who should thank me." He looked at Leo's military flag in the distance, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes. "The real storm is coming. Don't let these tangled threads get in your way."

Only the noble knights left with Westin; all the knights of commoner origin stayed with Robin.

“Uncle Ito, you still need to protect Father. I’ll take care of things here,” Robin suddenly said.

After pondering for a while, Ito nodded. He clearly understood Robin's words and was worried that Westin and his men might suddenly attack Viscount Wilke.

"it is good!"

Before the words were finished, the sound of horses' hooves, like muffled thunder, came from afar.

The knights who remained swore allegiance to Robin and handed her their emblem rings.

Robin now commands forty-eight knights and over two hundred knight apprentices.

The sound of war drums from the Knights of Leo could be heard in the distance.

Leo's face instantly darkened, and with a wave of his hand, the Knights immediately began to move.

The knights in the front row raised their shields, forming an unbreakable shield wall, and slowly advanced.
The knights in the back row drew their bows and nocked arrows, and a rain of arrows streaked across the sky like meteors, pouring down towards the city walls.

On the city wall, Wilke's defenders were well prepared. They hid behind the thick wall fortifications, using shields to block the rain of arrows while organizing archers to counterattack.

In an instant, shouts of battle, the sound of arrows piercing the air, and the clanging of metal mingled together.

"Hold your ground! Third rank, raise your shields!" Andy Su's hoarse roar pierced through the battle cries.

The newly advanced knight wielded his improved battle axe, each strike sending up a storm of blood. Behind him, three hundred spearmen wielding compound pulley bows formed a human wall, raining arrows down on the approaching heavy cavalry like locusts.

But against a legendary knight, the resistance of mortals is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Two figures, radiating terrifying pressure, suddenly tore through the rain of arrows. Their mithril armor was shrouded in holy runes, and wherever their hooves trod, stones shattered like hail.

The legendary knight on the left roared and cleaved through the barrage of arrows with his greatsword, while the knight on the right swung his chain-wielding meteor hammer, smashing the catapults on the city wall to dust.

"Boom—!" The simple city gate of Viscount Wilke's territory let out a dying groan.

The oak wood snapped like rotten wood under the mithril greatsword's blows, and the iron bolt twisted into a spiral shape.

The moment the city gate collapsed, Robin saw Leo's cold eyes.

The heavy armor worn by the Knights Guild leader, inlaid with twelve magic crystals, was greedily absorbing the bloody stench of the battlefield.

"Earth Explosion Arrow, Condense!"

Robin's roar rang out simultaneously with the trembling of the bowstring.

Two golden beams pierced the sky, and the golden runes trailing behind the arrows intertwined in the air to form an intricate magic circle.

The legendary knights at the forefront narrowed their eyes. They tried to raise their shields to block, but found that their mithril shields were as thin as paper under the terrifying power of the earth-burst arrow.

In the instant the golden light exploded, fragments of flesh and metal rained down like a storm, and the heads of the two legendary knights exploded into a bloody mist in mid-air.

The entire battlefield fell into dead silence.

Leo's warhorse reared up, its front hooves dangling above the mangled body of its fallen comrade.

The guild master removed his helmet, revealing a wrinkled face, his gray beard trembling with rage: "Alan Wilke! How dare you!"

“Why wouldn’t I dare?” Robin flung the blood-stained bowstring into the air, the compound pulley bow humming like a dragon’s roar. “You so-called legends are nothing but builds of glory by stepping on the bones of commoners!” He pointed to the corpses of slave soldiers scattered on the ground, those warriors in coarse linen clothes still clutching their broken halberds until their dying breath. “Look at them! Their blood is as red as yours, their lives are as precious as yours!”

Leo's sword of judgment burst forth with dazzling light, and the knightly runes on its blade began to spin wildly: "Desecrators, shall be punished by the heavens!" He spurred his horse, and the warhorse charged towards the city wall like an arrow. The soldiers along the way coughed up blood and fell to the ground under his oppressive aura.

Robin, however, did not retreat but advanced.

He plunged the Dragon-Slaying Spear into the ground, gripped the bowstring with both hands, and let the life force spread from his arms to his neck.

When the tip of Leo's sword was only three inches from his throat, Robin suddenly let go.

The arrow, imbued with the primal force of life, shot through the air and, upon colliding with the sword of judgment, unleashed an energy wave that sent soldiers within a ten-foot radius flying.

"Cough!" Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on Leo's armor. He stared incredulously at the gaps in his weapon. "You...you actually..."

"Could it hurt you?" Robin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his silver eyes burning with a mad flame. "Leo, do you think the barriers of class are unbreakable? I am indeed a newly promoted Order Knight, but the breathing technique I practice is the Dragon Devouring Breathing Technique."

Leo's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He finally realized that the young man in front of him was not challenging the Knights Guild at all, but was undermining the very foundation of the kingdom.

When Robin switched to the Dragon Slayer Spear, the knights behind Leo suddenly became agitated.

Before anyone knew it, Lady Aisha's magic airship was already hovering above the battlefield, and purple magic bullets rained down like raindrops.

"Retreat!" Leo had no choice but to give the order. He glanced at Robin one last time, his eyes filled with anger and a barely perceptible fear. "You will pay the price for your arrogance today!"

(End of this chapter)