Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 371 Massacre
The sense of power is like an ancient, sleeping giant rising up, bringing an oppressive force that can crush everything!

Chamberlain's newly awakened legendary knightly aura was like a firefly before the moon in the face of this power! This was precisely—

Legendary Knight (late game)!
She absorbed all the power contained in that fruit into herself perfectly, without missing a single detail!

After confirming the realm, a barely concealed hint of disappointment flashed in Alina's eyes.

No! She seemed to have clearly touched the outline of that legendary peak barrier, and could even feel that the huge barrier was not far in front of her. However, when the torrent of power she had just gained reached this limit, it was as if it had encountered an invisible dam, and was firmly bound, unable to leap forward any further!
They were separated by a hair's breadth! That hair's breadth was like an insurmountable chasm!
Her fingers unconsciously clenched tightly, causing the air to burst into a faint hissing sound.

That legendary late-stage fruit... provides absolutely astonishing energy!

It even made her feel that the power within her body was already saturated and bulging!

But... it just lacks a certain "opportunity" or "key" to ignite the ultimate, qualitative change!
The energy was strong enough! The foundation was deep enough! But they got stuck on the last step to the summit!
This is completely different from Chamberlain's painful breakthrough through external force. It is more like the feeling of being at the limit, like water overflowing when it is full, and being unable to break through when it should. It is an extremely frustrating feeling of being at the limit!
But she did not lose heart.

The wind chimes' "ladder theory" and the saying "Only by digesting can one be qualified to receive the next gift" were like a lighthouse in her heart!

A fiercer light rekindled in her eyes! The peak was in sight!

There is only one opportunity left!
And that opportunity... might lie in the "next" gift that Robin prepared for her!
The refinement of this fruit is not the end, but merely the beginning of her path to true invincibility! Robin has already planned everything for her!
Alina suddenly stood up!
Her body was like a divine weapon that had been forged through countless trials, and every movement carried a breathtaking sense of power.

She felt the surging, powerful life force within her body, so strong it felt like it was about to burst her meridians, heavy as the pulse of the earth, and a smile of strength and absolute confidence curved her lips.

She looked at the black fruit "remains" that she had refined, now only a few traces of its aura remained. The outer shell had turned to ashes and dissipated. Then she looked firmly at the endless darkness of the rainy night outside the tent.

Robin fights amidst blood and fire, and she is also preparing to reach the pinnacle of power!

Digest it! Master it! And then... seize that supreme power that will allow her to break through to the pinnacle!

Robin's plan already included a path to becoming the strongest!

The cold night rain could not extinguish the burning flames.

The Earl of Trey's majestic castle, perched atop the highest point in Norkeshire and a symbol of centuries of noble glory, has now become a hell of despair!

The castle's heavy oak gates had already been smashed to pieces!

Amidst the chaotic flames, thousands of ragged, emaciated figures surged in like a tidal wave!

They brandished hoes, sickles, and even makeshift wooden sticks stained with mud and blood, their eyes burning with a long-suppressed, almost insane despair and destructive urge!

They were serfs, the lowest of the low, bewitched and driven by hunger, exploitation, and the illusory "freedom" promised by the black-robed man, turning into ants rushing towards their former masters!
Inside the castle, the shrill screams of nobles, the roars of guards, and the hoarse howls of serfs mingled together, creating a prelude to the apocalypse!
But those who truly orchestrated this bloody feast were not the out-of-control serfs.

In the shadow of a watchtower atop the castle, still untouched by the storm and adorned with exquisitely carved gargoyles, Robin blended into the darkness like a rock. Rain dripped from the brim of his cloak, yet not a drop soaked his clothes.

His gaze pierced through the rain and chaos, like the most precise eye of a hawk, locking firmly onto the powerful life force emanating from all parts of the castle! That was the foundation of the Tres family—their retainer knights, honored knights, and even the secret powerhouses cultivated by the family itself!
These are all valuable assets!
A figure clad in silver armor, his life force blazing like a torch, burst forth from the main castle, covered in blood—clearly a legendary, peak-level knight attempting to stabilize the situation!

He roared and slashed at the surging serfs, the life force brought by his spear like a hurricane, instantly tearing several people apart!

Om-!
Without warning! A streamlined arrow, almost blending into the night, shot out from the shadows beside Robin with a low, sharp whistle that tore through the air!

Its trajectory is as straight as the line of fate!
The knight's protective life force was pierced like paper by the arrow!

He didn't even have time to let out a scream before his head exploded like a ripe watermelon!

Red and white substances mixed with rainwater were splashed onto the terrified serfs around them!

The arrow, still powerful, pierced the stone wall behind him, leaving a smooth hole.

Robin's fingers brushed lightly across the cold bowstring of the longbow, as if brushing away a speck of dust.

A phantom of a fruit, shimmering with a strange blood diamond luster and seemingly containing flowing lava, silently coalesced in his consciousness.

Legendary Power Fruit!

It's worth the price!
In another corner, a figure clad in close-fitting leather armor pounced like a ghost from the shadows toward a wizard from a black-robed organization!

The Tres family actually has such skilled assassins!
Robin's bowstring trembled almost imperceptibly as he plucked it with his fingers.

puff!
The assassin's body suddenly stiffened in mid-air!
An arrow shot from an extremely tricky angle pierced his heart with perfect accuracy, which was hidden beneath his protective life force!

He only had time to glance at the dark tower from which the arrows came amidst the excruciating pain and horror before his body fell to the ground like a bird with broken wings!
A phantom image of a legendary power fruit, with a deeper color and more powerful energy fluctuations, appeared!
One! Two! Three!
Robin is like a highly sophisticated killing machine; every time she draws her bowstring to its fullest extent, a powerful aura within the castle vanishes instantly!

His arrows were like the Grim Reaper's eye from the depths of the void!

Silent! Precise! Deadly! With each twang of the bowstring, a "fruit" representing power fell into Robin's grasp!

Those powerful individuals within the castle who attempted to resist—whether knights charging with their life force burning, assassins lurking in the shadows, or even the first-ring wizard, the old butler of the Tres family, who tried to activate the castle's core defensive array—all fell without exception to the cold, swift, and unavoidable arrows!

Their deaths didn't even cause a ripple in Robin's eyes; it was just the cold, lifeless resource points that kept pulsating.

The heavy doors of the castle's main hall were violently smashed open!

Count Tres himself, clad in a magnificent robe with his family crest and wielding a scepter inlaid with a huge magic crystal, has finally appeared!

(End of this chapter)