Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 372: Uprising
He was surrounded by his last and most elite Black Falcon Guard!
His eyes blazed with fury as he stared at his family's fortress, now a sea of ​​fire and a slaughterhouse, at the serfs being driven to tear apart his family's honor. He roared in a heart-wrenching voice, "Who?! Who dares to attack the great Tres family?! You lowly insects..."

boom! !

The response to his roar was not the voice of the man in black robes, but the most muffled and distorting explosion ever heard emanating from the black longbow in Robin's hand!

The intense buzzing of the bowstring instantly drowned out all the noise!
An arrow, darker than the night and with eerie purple light flowing around its edges, left a rippled trail in the air that distorted space, like a judgment rising from the abyss!
This arrow is no longer just about speed and precision!
It embodies Robin's unparalleled assassination skills and is infused with his cold will as he now wields the power of darkness!

Wherever the arrow passed, the air was completely ignited, emitting a shrill, ghostly wail!

Even the serfs who were charging wildly and the cold, pressing black-robed men were stunned by the terrifying arrow intent, and their movements froze for a moment!

The scepter in Count Tres's hand had just begun to glow with a defensive magical light!
Click!

The priceless magic crystal at the top of the scepter silently shattered into dust the moment the black-purple arrow touched it!

The arrow continued its trajectory without stopping!

Pfft——!
The arrow pierced through Count Tres like a hot knife through butter, easily tearing through at least five layers of high-level magical protective clothing and close-fitting heavy armor! Then it pierced straight through his chest!

The immense impact sent the highest ruler of Nork County flying backward, slamming him hard against the wall in the very center of the main hall, where the huge crest of the Tres family hung!
Blood gushed out like a fountain from the huge hole in his chest, looking particularly gruesome in the firelight!
Count Tres's eyes widened in disbelief, filled with immense fear, resentment, and disbelief!

He opened his mouth in vain, letting out a "hoarse" sound from his throat, staring intently at the direction from which the arrow had come. Even in death, he could not understand what kind of being could, across such a chaotic battlefield, reap his life with such a precise and ruthless arrow!

With the dull thud of Count Tres's body slamming against the wall and the complete dissipation of his life force, a legendary early-stage Power Fruit and a first-ring Magic Fruit—more dazzling than any before, pulsating like a heart, and radiating immense gravitational pressure—steadily condensed in Robin's field of vision!
In just a few minutes! The core of the resistance within the castle was completely wiped out!

Robin's bow-holding hand, hanging down, seemed to weigh the immense, invisible wealth in the air, wealth exchanged for life.

Cold rain dripped from the brim of his hat as his indifferent gaze swept across the slaughterhouse below, which had completely descended into chaos and disorderly revelry.

"The efficiency is acceptable." Robin's calm voice carried on the wind in the tower.

The icy rain, mixed with the scent of blood and burning ashes, streamed down the ruined castle steps.

The nailed corpse of Count Tres hung on the high wall, like a cruel end to his former glory.

The resistance within the castle had been utterly crushed, the desperate cries mingling with the crackling of flames. But atop these ruins, symbols of destruction and death, a completely different, explosive power, as fiery and molten as lava, was erupting!
William stood in the center of the massive steps leading to the main castle! His standard military uniform was stained with blood and mud, but his spine was straight as a sword!
Rainwater soaked his young but weathered short hair, dripping down his sharply defined jawline. He wasn't holding a sword, but rather gripping the heavy battering ram he had used to smash open the gate—the ram still studded with splinters of wood!

This tool, symbolizing "breaking down doors" and "destruction," was raised high by him at this moment, like a warhammer announcing a new era!
His gaze, like a red-hot branding iron, swept across the crowded, black, and boundless mass below the steps!
Those were serfs! They were the exploited who once crawled on the ground, carefully controlling their breathing!
At this moment, their faces no longer bore the numb despair, but were twisted and glowing with hatred, ecstasy, and immense hope for the unknown future!
Thousands of eyes, illuminated by the firelight and rain, were like the glint of wolves in the night, focused on William!
"Do you see that?!" William's voice boomed like thunder, drowning out the howling wind and flames! He swung his battering ram, pointing at the burning opulence within the castle, at the noble coats of arms that once symbolized insurmountable class barriers! "This is the castle those high-ranking 'lords' built with our blood, sweat, and bones! The 'paradise' nourished by the tears of our wives and children!"

Every word was like a sharp sword wrapped in magma, piercing the hearts of countless serfs below!
They remembered their loved ones who had starved to death, the marks left by whippings, and the despair of their daughter being dragged into the manor... The flames of hatred in their eyes instantly flared up!

“We can no longer! Never again! Be their slaves!” William’s voice was hoarse with emotion, yet it carried a resolute power like clashing iron! “Today! We will smash their shackles with our hoes! Tomorrow! We will turn over the oppressive land with our plows! This land! Does not need so-called noble lords! Nor does it need masters who trample our brothers and sisters underfoot!”

William swung his arm downwards with tremendous force! The battering ram slammed down onto the stone steps beneath his feet!

Sparks flew! Debris flew everywhere! That deafening roar was like a war drum beating in everyone's hearts!

"We want to—!!!" William took a deep breath, his chest expanded, veins bulged, and he roared with all his might, his voice like tearing silk!
"Create a new world without slaves!!!"

Whoosh!
His response was a deafening roar, like a volcanic eruption or a tsunami crashing against a dam!

"No slaves—!"

"A New World—!"

"Kill them all, sir!"

"Stay close to Lord Water Bucket—!!!"

Thousands, tens of thousands... until they converged into an endless torrent of serfs, like a black, surging tide!

They held high simple hoes, sickles, wooden sticks, and even broken spears they had just picked up to break through armor!

It unleashed a wild, untamed roar that broke free of all shackles!

The sound was so loud that it seemed to completely overturn the dark clouds over the entire Norrkshire!
At this moment, William Bucket's name was no longer just that of a knight's apprentice!
It's no longer just a "bucket" from a farmer!
He is the torchbearer! He is the core igniter of this prairie fire!
(End of this chapter)