Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 384 Isolated Island
The shadow of fear was no longer confined to the scorched earth of Saint Mingsu; it had heavily enveloped the entire kingdom.

The claws that had been lurking in the four corners of the world quietly retracted without anyone noticing.

They would rather huddle on the old borders and eat grass roots than step out and become the next blood sacrifice on the altar!
Inside the luxurious palace, the air was as stagnant as aged honey.

"Lord Robin...Lord Robin...Lord Robin!!" Lady Aishar's once captivating eyes, capable of stunning any warrior, were now slightly reddened with anger and frustration. Her meticulously groomed fingertips nearly crushed the communication badge inlaid with the finest spatial magic crystal!
The tender calls, the urgent pleas, and even the barely concealed panic and threats—all the messages seemed to sink without a trace!
That source of power that she once regarded as a rare commodity and even fantasized about winning over and controlling, now... completely ignores her!
The magical aura that flowed across the badge eventually faded away, just like her rapidly declining influence, leaving it dim and lifeless.

"Damn it!" A curse she would never normally utter churned within her, and Mrs. Aishar abruptly swept the jade cup off the table!
The clanging sound shattered on the thick, soft scarlet carpet, without even a decent groan!

Just like her prized assets, they turned into silent dust before the crushing force of absolute power!

For the first time, her beautiful face twisted in disarray, crushed into a flickering candle by the border knight's oppressive aura—her elegance and intelligence network were nothing more than ashes that could be easily wiped away under the shadow of the black flag that had trodden over millions of bones.

A bone-chilling cold crept up my spine and spread throughout my body.

Robin stood atop a barren hill, his feet on a strange ground a mixture of shattered glass and charred remains, the air thick with the mournful cries of ghosts after destruction.

This used to be the Duke of Wenger's command tent.

He raised his hand, but there was no radiance of life force, no energy tide, only the desolate control of a frozen soul.

Consciousness sinks into the energy core, and the torrent of power that once stirred up by the "Dragon Devouring" breathing technique has transformed into dark ice crystals engraved with the law of "order"—the pinnacle of the third tier, the Order Knight!
This breakthrough was not achieved through arduous practice.

When millions of lives perished, the "Power Fruit" forcibly extracted lives to sacrifice to the flood.
Duke Wenger's shattered primordial order, the unburnt power of thirty-six legendary knights, and the life energy of millions of soldiers surged in regardless of time and space, smashing the barriers of the mortal world and completing the sublimation from quantitative change to qualitative change!

He closed his palms, and a tiny, almost imperceptible crystal of ice order floated in his palm.

Within a few meters, the chaotic laws instantly froze, the air stopped, and the spatial fragments revealed ice flower-like patterns.

Deep within the capital, ancient granite lies silent like a tomb in the twilight.

The glazed tiles of the palace shimmered with a fading golden light in the twilight, but suddenly froze in the cold shadows.

Robin's gaze pierced through space, like two blades of rules tempered to the extreme, crossing scorched earth and mountains and rivers, and without hindrance nailing into the most forbidden core of this ancient royal fortress—that secret sanctuary that would never be opened.

hum!
Deep within the heart of the royal capital, in that secluded palace isolated from the mortal world, where even time seemed to stand still, sat a figure as still as a rock for countless centuries—the gatekeeper. His stiff neck, seemingly covered in ancient dust, emitted an extremely faint, almost inhuman cracking sound. It was as if a slumbering ancient god had been awakened by the fingers of fate.

Extremely slowly, yet with an inevitability that seemed to peel away the dust of time, he raised his head.

a pair of eyes.

There were no whites in the eyes, no pupils, only two pure and cold dark vortexes, as pure as the beginning of the universe and the end of all things!

At this moment, those eyes that see through the cycle of birth and death in the world pierced through the thick walls of the secret palace, through the noisy and extravagant lights of the capital, and through the clouds and mist of thousands of miles, and connected with the figure far above the scorched earth—Robin!

Where their gazes collided, the invisible space seemed to emit a sharp, soul-freezing groan, the kind that only comes before a mirror shatters completely.

The gatekeeper's lips, which had never moved since the day they were dried up, trembled slightly. A hoarse whisper, like the friction of cosmic dust, resounded like a thunderclap shattering an ice field, echoing deep within the consciousness of Rebaton, who stood at the lower level.
"Tier 3. Order Knight. Finally... taken shape."

Rebaton was indulging in the immense satisfaction of using others to do his dirty work and clearing the way for others, as well as the burning desire to seize power for himself in the future.

These sudden words were like a towering icefall pouring into a boiling pool of magma!
"What?!" Rebaton sprang from his opulent chair, his face, hardened like an iron mask by court intrigue, utterly ripped apart by shock and disbelief for the first time! His pupils contracted to pinpoints, and a gasp, as if being choked, escaped his throat: "A third-tier... Order Knight?! A fourth-realm... How could there be... in the fourth realm?! How is this possible...!"

Four borders?

In Rebaton's deeply ingrained belief, the pinnacle of power has always been firmly held in the hands of the core of Middle-earth and the royal family!
Despite their strength, Wenger and others have never truly crossed that insurmountable barrier!

The gatekeeper's swirling gaze never left his confrontation with Robin.

His next words, however, were like a cold death sentence, each word striking Reibarton's suddenly frozen heart:
"Bad news." The voice was flat, as if stating a predetermined physical law. "Dragon Devourer." The gatekeeper's voice, weathered by countless ages, uttered these two words, and the air in the secret chamber seemed to freeze instantly into absolute zero!
“After the third tier… the rules have transformed… its very existence… has become a beacon.” The deep vortex slowly turned toward Rebaton, carrying an almost imperceptible chill mixed with pity and cruelty: “This buried island… can no longer… hide.”

"An isolated island...can't hide it...?" The color drained from Rebaton's face in an instant, leaving him as pale as paper.

An immense fear, like an ice pick, pierced straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!
An indescribable chill instantly gripped his heart!
His proud kingdom, this sacred land shrouded in legends and mist, which sheltered the imperial power of successive dynasties and shielded it from the greedy eyes of countless foreign lands... the gatekeeper guarded... was actually a... isolated island?
Rebaton swayed violently, only managing to keep from collapsing by gripping the cold armrests of the throne tightly.

All the scheming, all the power plays, all the "cleaning up"... at this moment, all of it turned into a massive, utterly ridiculous... bait project!
He personally shattered the kingdom's strongest shield, just to light a dazzling beacon of destruction for his enemies, pointing them toward their homeland!

Fear, absurdity, anger at being utterly fooled, and immense despair at the unknown calamity coiled around his entire body like countless cold, venomous snakes in an instant!
(End of this chapter)