Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 381 Anchor Point
Oppressive! Suffocatingly oppressive!

This was not merely a retreat on the battlefield, but more like a tightening of the constraints at the level of rules—the Duke of Wenger, with the most savage scale and density, had forcibly laid out a one-way track leading to Norkeshire on the land of St. Minsu, and at the end of the track, one could already see barbs sharpened and ready to strike.

For the first time, Robin's invincible shadow blade was bound by this heavy, sticky swamp of steel.

However, just as William led his demoralized and nearly collapsed Black Robe Legion slowly into the intricate entrance area of ​​Graystone Canyon—

boom! ! !
A blinding purplish-black lightning bolt, purely torn apart by spatial fragments and the collapse of laws!

It didn't come from the battlefield! Instead, it struck down suddenly and without warning from the distant southern horizon!

The location... clearly points to the rear of the massive, steel-heart-like central core of Duke Wenger's main army!
It was as if the space itself had been cleaved open by this lightning bolt!
A cold, vast aura, carrying an indescribable will to end and destroy, swept across hundreds of miles in an instant, like a flood after a millennia-old polar glacier collapsed!
Beneath Duke Wenger's central command banner, as solid as a mountain!
A low-ranking knight, who had been standing quietly and unremarkably in the personal guard of a nobleman, wearing ordinary leather armor, suddenly trembled violently!
His eyes instantly lost all their light, turning into two cold, burning dark red fireballs!
“Locking…location…complete…” A hoarse voice, like countless grains of sand grinding together, was forced out of the body on the verge of collapse! “Coordinates…anchor point…confirmed…”

puff!
His head exploded like a ripe berry!

Spray red and white stuff!

His body, like a piece of rotten wood that had been drained of all its moisture, fell straight down!
at the same time!

Inside the core formation of the Allied Vanguard Legion, in a hidden magical communication node, the mage responsible for transmitting military intelligence suddenly stiffened!

From the communication crystal in his hand, a wisp of ash, so faint it was almost invisible, yet carrying the aura of chaotic laws, drifted out eerily and silently!
Further away, the captain of an elite knight squad responsible for driving away harassment on the flank of the army suddenly turned ashen-faced under his helmet. The fighting spirit that had just burned in his eyes was instantly replaced by deathly silence. He stabbed his sword into the neck of his warhorse with a backhand!

The immense force propelled his horse and himself into a collision with his fellow soldiers beside him!
"Enemy attack?!!"

"what happened?!"

Chaos erupted like a plague at many unrelated nodes in the army!
But the scale is extremely small!
However! Duke Wenger's expression changed drastically! His rock-solid will was as if pierced by countless invisible needles!
A tremendous, chilling sense of crisis exploded within me instantly!

It's a billion times more dangerous than seeing Robin's hunting party!
That's... the very foundation of order... collapsing?!

Almost at the same instant, the Ghost General, who had been lurking in the shadows deep in the forest on the flank of the main force of the Allied Forces, suddenly raised his expressionless face, which was as still as a sculpture.

Dark red pupils pierced through the gaps in the leaves, staring intently at the terrifying lightning bolt that tore through the southern sky and whose position almost overlapped with the central army of the allied forces!
For the first time, a mad flame, like a volcanic eruption, ignited deep within his abyss-like, lifeless eyes!
His lips moved silently: "The door... opened..." The space around his body distorted and vibrated due to the enormous energy reaction!
"My...Master?!" The ghost general's voice was hoarse with an unprecedented mix of fear and fervor as he looked sharply at Robin, who was almost blending into the shadows beside him.

Robin's figure remained completely undisturbed.

He simply stared silently, like an unchanging rock, at the core of the cataclysmic lightning that tore through the sky—the rear of Duke Wenger's central army.

Beneath the shadow of the hood, a chilling smile, almost icy, curved his lips with an almost irrepressible glint, as if... the anticipation of finally catching his prey. "Finally..." Robin's deep, metallic voice finally revealed an unusual, definitive tone: "They've taken the bait."

“Notify William…” Robin’s voice was still cold, but it was as if he had pressed a switch to activate the final battle: “Prepare… for the final battlefield.”

"The prey... has entered the arena."

Duke Wenger's army crushed the road to Norkshire, but behind his central core, a destructive bolt of lightning, descending from the sky and carrying the aura of ominous laws, cleaved the earth like a silent, mocking gap.

The seeds of chaos were not sown by him intentionally, but were precisely "activated" and "marked" by a deeper, more indescribable will during the crushing advance of that absolute power.

This overwhelming conspiracy is like a huge lure...attracting not only Robin's hidden dagger...but also the gatekeeper who has been fishing for this world from the cosmic dimension!

This massive, steel torrent covering the ground is about to become the perfect... sacrificial anchor point for higher-dimensional predators to descend upon this world and precisely locate their "mature hunting grounds"!
The setting sun is like blood.

Behind the steel formation that Duke Wenger's main force was slowly advancing like a giant meat grinder, on a high slope overlooking the entire blood-red battlefield.

The cold wind blew against Emperor Rebaton's inconspicuous hunting cloak embroidered with dark gold patterns.

He rode a jet-black warhorse with eerie dark red markings on its hooves, looking down at the center of the vortex in the distance—the black abyss at the Duke Wenger's central command post, still exuding an aura of chaotic and destructive laws.

His face, which usually carried a hint of weariness and gloom, was now twisted with a chilling ecstasy and an irrepressible excitement!

"Heh...haha..." A low laugh began to roll out of his throat, initially restrained, but then it burst out like a flood, quickly turning into an uncontrollable, maniacal laugh!

"Hahaha!!! Hahaha!!!" He laughed so hard he could barely breathe, even raising his hand to cover half of his face, which was contorted by laughter, his shoulders shaking violently! The laughter sounded exceptionally jarring in the cold air, like the cry of an owl.

Standing behind him was an elite squad of only ten riders.

They wore uniform black, streamlined mithril armor, their faces concealed by visors, their auras were condensed and steady as a rock, and not a single sound escaped their lips.

They were Rebaton's last and true trusted confidants, the "Round Table Council," whose members, even the worst ones, were top knights in the later stages of the Legendary era.

They ignored the emperor's current madness, as if he were just a cold sculpture.

(End of this chapter)