Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 127 Fighting for Life
The half-elf Ansfati held a sword horizontally across his chest with both hands.

A sword shadow slowly rose from behind, transforming into the blurry figure of a sword-wielding warrior. Two streams of blood slowly flowed from his nostrils, and his already pale face, already injured, became even more bloodless.

"I will try my best to break through the gap later. You guys run forward as fast as you can and don't look back."

Ansfati stared at the leader standing in the middle of the men in black, estimated the distance, and felt that he should be able to win.

With a loud shout, he charged towards the short, fat man in the red suit.

After a flurry of flashing swords, Ansfati rushed up to the short, stout merchant. From this distance, he could see the shock distorting across the man's fat face.

Just as Ansfati was about to reach out and touch the leader of the men in black, a cold glint flashed over. Sensing the danger, Ansfati was forced to withdraw his arm. Just as he was about to turn around to see where the danger was coming from, a leg kicked towards Ansfati's side.

Before he could react, the half-elf could only tuck his left arm to his chest, and he flew to the side like a cannonball.

With a thud, the wood shattered, and the half-elf, in the form of a black shadow, crashed headfirst into the wooden box beside him.

A tall, thin man dressed in black stood in front of the short, stout leader, holding a knife in his hand.

"Lord Cassrow, I'm sorry to have startled you."

Feeling the cold sweat trickling down his back, Cassio emerged from behind the tall man in black, his face grim. For a moment, he could already sense the approach of death.

The cold sweat on his back had soaked his undershirt, making it impossible for Cassio to maintain his previous relaxed and easygoing demeanor. He gently patted the tall man in black on the waist and walked forward to look at the pile of scrap wood.

"Well done. 0742"
You damned bastard, how dare you lay a hand on me!

OK OK.

"You will all die today!!!"

Ansfati struggled to climb out of the wooden crate, coughing up blood. He then looked at the man in black in shock. He had already activated his life force and was almost at the fourth level of strength, but he was easily kicked away by this person whose origin was unknown.

After quietly listening to Cassrow's instructions, 0742 lightly swung his arm, and the long blade in his hand drew a beautiful arc in the air. With a beautiful flourish, he held the long dagger in one hand and swung it towards Ansfati.

At this moment, Ansfati was finally able to see the other party's full appearance.

The man in black, named 0742, wore a set of leather armor meticulously sewn from the hides of an unknown animal. The armor appeared incredibly tough, and its surface was adorned with extremely intricate patterns. As these mysterious patterns intertwined, the armor emitted wisps of faint black mist.

The man in black held a long, black dagger, about the length of a person's forearm. The sharp blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight. The surface of the dagger had been specially treated, making the blade black and almost blending into the night. If it weren't for the light reflected from the blade, it would be difficult to detect the existence of this dagger.

Ansfati coughed a few times, feeling much better in his lungs. He stood up, leaning on his battle sword, but then a sharp pain in his back made it difficult for him to breathe.

He once again held his sword with both hands, facing the man in black, and glanced with some regret at the women and children not far away.

'What a pity, it was so close. Goodbye, Frina.'

The figure of the man in black, 0742, flashed by like a ghost and disappeared in an instant.

As Ansfati was still reminiscing, a sudden chill ran through her, alarm bells rang, and before she could even think, her body reacted instinctively, quickly raising the sword behind her head.

Almost at the same time, a crisp metallic clanging sound rang out:
"Clang!"

Immediately afterwards, 0742's figure appeared silently from behind Ansfati like a ghost.

He held a long, black dagger and thrust it straight at the back of Ansfati's head.

However, due to Ansfati's instinctive parry with his sword, the sharp dagger ultimately only pierced the side of the blade.

As 0742's form gradually solidified, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Clearly, he was somewhat surprised that his attack had failed, but his movements were not affected at all. He leaped backward and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye, as if he had never been there.

Seeing the elusive man in black, Ansfati dared not relax for a moment. He quickly sheathed his sword and stood in a defensive stance, fully focused on guarding against any possible attack from any direction.

Unfortunately, his defense failed this time. The jet-black dagger, like a black lightning bolt, grazed the blade of the battle sword with lightning speed and pierced Ansfati's right chest with perfect accuracy.

A sharp pain shot through her, and Ansfati's face instantly turned ashen.

Then 0742's figure gradually became clear under the bright moonlight, his cold, ruthless, and emotionless eyes fixed on Ansfa's face, which was twisted with pain.

Faced with the half-elf who had lost the ability to resist, 0742 reached out and grabbed Ansfati's wrist, which was holding the sword. With a crisp "crack", the half-elf's arm fell limply to the ground, and the sword fell to the ground. 0742 raised his foot and kicked the fallen sword away, which was deeply embedded in the wall next to him.

After eliminating the last potential threat, 0742 picked Anstefa up by the back of the neck like a chick and walked up to Caslo.

Looking at the half-elf who had already been subdued, Carlos smiled and looked at Ansfati, reaching out to pat the half-elf's pale cheek.

"Kid, tell me, who are you? That swordsman phantom just now was no ordinary person."

At this moment, the half-elf was filled with despair. He closed his eyes and silently awaited death, his mind filled with memories of Freya.

Carlos, unperturbed by the half-elf's resigned posture, reached out and pinched the half-elf's cheek, watching Ansfati's mouth slightly open as the pressure caused it to open. He said:
"I like your tight-lipped nature, but what kind of people haven't we 'Kim Si-jung' seen? The only reason you're like this now is that you'll be able to hold out for a little longer or a little shorter."

"Drag those people in front of him and kill them one by one. Let's see if he'll still be so stubborn then."

Upon hearing Caslo's words, several men in black quickly surrounded the crowd, swiftly cutting down those who resisted and driving the women and children from the center of the crowd over.

Carlos grabbed a woman by the shoulder, pulled her over, and shoved her in front of the half-elf.

"Go ahead and say it. I think you can. If you don't, she'll die."

Faced with Carlos's interrogation, Ansfati kept his eyes closed and remained silent like a statue.

Seeing the half-elf's defiance, Carlos glanced at 0742, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness and cruelty. Upon receiving the order, 0742 unhesitatingly raised his long dagger and swung it viciously towards the woman's slender neck.

In an instant, blood gushed out like a spring, forming a shocking spray of blood.

The woman's eyes widened in terror, her hands clutching her slashed neck, but blood continued to trickle from between her fingers. Feeling she couldn't breathe, she opened her mouth wide, trying to cry for help, but could only manage low, guttural moans.

As time passed, a large patch of crimson blood gradually seeped onto the ground, resembling a blooming flower of death.

The woman eventually gave up and collapsed limply into the pool of blood, her body no longer moving. Only her wide-open eyes seemed to still be telling of the fear and resentment she felt in her last moments.

Warm blood splattered on the half-elf's face. The warm sensation made Ansfati open her eyes abruptly. Looking at the scene before her, Ansfati could no longer restrain herself. Her eyes widened in horror, and her teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

"Look, if you don't talk, she will die innocently. Tell me, where do you come from and what is your purpose here?"

Ansfati glared angrily at Carlos, forcefully spitting blood from her mouth onto Carlos's fat face. Carlos, however, did not seem angry at the half-elf's actions. He gracefully took a silk handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood from his face.

"Very good, I like people like you."

Bring two more kids over.

I want to see just how much he can endure.

Ansfati roared angrily as he watched the child being dragged over, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The short, stout Carlos, seeing Ansfati's pained expression, let out a raucous, duck-like laugh. Several men in black slowly approached the crowd, preparing to strike with their steel knives.

Several swift ice spears pierced the chests of the men, and the chilling aura emanating from them spread rapidly, freezing them completely.

"who?!"

Returning our gaze to Havent and Alice, the two slowly crouched down on the high wooden crate. The experienced Havent activated a silencing scroll, completely blocking out sound and presence from their location. Afterward, he raised an eyebrow at Alice and said:
"Not bad, right? This is an essential item for murder, arson, home life, and travel."

Alice rolled her eyes. This guy was spouting nonsense she couldn't understand again. "Sigh, they seem to be fighting. Let me see. These men in black are clearly well-trained; the other group is no match for them."

Oh dear, tsk tsk tsk, this little dwarf doesn't look like a good person at all.

Wow, this man in black is really powerful. Even this half-elf is no match for him.

"Hey, why are you arresting me!"

Haven was enjoying the unfolding battle when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his arm. Looking down, he saw Alice's right hand tightly gripping his left arm.

Hearing Haven's cry of pain, Alice turned around, her face flushed red with tension or anger.

"Should we go and help him?"

Alice looked at Haven with expectant eyes.

"what?"

Hearing Alice's words, Haven was stunned for a moment, then gave a question mark look to himself, pointed at himself, and then at Alice.

"Us? We're both Tier 1, going up there would be suicide. That man in black looks very powerful. Didn't you hear what they said at the auction? A half-elf, who was also a high-level Gale Swordsman, was beaten up one-on-one. I'm not going."

Alice was instantly a little unhappy when she heard Haven's reluctance to save people.

"Hmph~ If you won't go, I will."

After saying that, he got up and was about to go and do it. Seeing that the girl was getting a little carried away, Haven grabbed Alice's arm.

"Okay, okay, I'll go. Wait a minute, let me see what I have."

After saying that, he began to channel magic into the storage ring on his hand, rummaging through the life-saving items that his mother, father, and teacher Solis had given him. As he rummaged through them, he glanced sideways at Alice.
"You don't have any? Take them out!!!"

Alice gave an awkward smile as she looked at Haven's scrutinizing gaze.

"Um, um, I don't usually leave the palace, I didn't bring it~"

Hearing Alice's answer, Haven could only give her a disdainful look.

"Holy crap, you freeloader, why don't you take anything with you when you go out? What will you do if you encounter danger?"

In response to Haven's question, Alice stretched out her fair arm.

"Look, this is the 'Ampas Formation.' It will automatically activate and form a defensive magic circle whenever someone attacks me. It is said to have the highest defensive power and can withstand a legendary full-force attack."

"Wow, wow, that's impressive! No wonder she's a princess! This is really... sigh!!!! ~ Deng Yixia ~ Deng Yixia ~~"

Alice grabbed a scroll and released it at the men in black.

"What a waste! This is a fifth-tier spell, 'Frost Sword Rain'!"

Seeing the magic scroll that had begun to spontaneously combust upon activation, Haven was on the verge of tears as he watched Alice use up a fifth-tier magic scroll worth two thousand gold coins. In his distress, he didn't even notice that the Silence Scroll had also become ineffective due to the magical fluctuations, and the two of them were now completely exposed to everyone's sight.

Who are you people???

Seeing the two people who suddenly appeared, and his subordinate pinned to the ground by ice spears, Carlos asked with slight surprise.

"Um, if we said we were just passing by and happened to be watching the show, I don't know if you'd believe us~~~"

Seeing his two teammates become the center of attention, Haven swallowed hard and awkwardly looked at Carlos in the crowd.

Carlos looked at the two men with a gloomy expression, as if they were going to die if things didn't go well today. Haven looked at the black-clad underling who had been frozen into an ice sculpture and felt that it was a bit inappropriate to say that he was just passing by.

"You wicked person, release the person! How could you kill someone so easily? This is a serious violation of imperial law."

Alice, oblivious to all else, stood atop the box and shouted menacingly at the crowd below. Haven, who had initially intended to negotiate, was utterly shocked upon hearing this.

"Wow, lady, have you always been this brave? They look like they're following the law."

"Hahahaha, what day is it today? Why are so many people trying to be heroes? Fine, I'll grant your wish."

"Go get them all!"

As Cassrow gave the order again, the remaining men in black quickly approached Havent and his companion.

Seeing dozens of men in black rushing towards them menacingly, Haven complained speechlessly.

"Damn it, why did you start mocking us in the group? Now we're both finished."

"Keep using the scroll!"

Standing on high ground, Haven kept tearing scrolls apart, unleashing fireballs, ice spears, and wind blades at will. However, since the man in black was prepared, the effects of these magical attacks were not so significant.

"I won't use these anymore. I didn't have many fifth-tier scrolls to begin with, and the rest aren't really suitable. I don't know if they'll be alright after I use them, but the other group of women and children are definitely all dead."

"Ah, what do we do now?"

"How would I know what to do? Why don't you call over your broken dragon and we run away?"

"But~~~"

"No buts~~~~"

Seeing the man in black begin to unleash sword energy to attack the wooden crate, Haven quickly pulled Alice and ran backward.

"If you're not going to run away, then call it out to fight for us. If you don't call it out, I really have nothing left."

"Alright, alright, Dufresne Sarasiufas."

Urged on by Haven, Alice's red lips moved slightly as she began to chant a summoning incantation. Suddenly, magic gathered in mid-air, shining with a strange light, as if countless brilliant rays of light were intertwined.

In the blink of an eye, a huge and complex magic circle appeared out of thin air, slowly rotating and releasing powerful magical fluctuations.

After only a few breaths, the magic circle began to shake violently, and beams of dazzling light shot out from it, eventually converging into a huge teleportation portal.

The next moment, a gust of wind howled past, accompanied by a deafening dragon's roar, and Audawin's fiery body burst forth from the portal. His powerful wings flapped violently in the air, creating powerful gusts of wind.

As the red dragon appeared, its roar, as loud as thunder, instantly shattered the tranquility of the night sky. Audawin gracefully circled once in the night, like a dazzling shooting star streaking across the heavens. The next moment, like an arrow released from a bow, it swooped down with astonishing speed, heading straight for the two who were desperately fleeing.

As the red dragon crashed to the ground like a cannonball, it shielded Havent and Alice behind it. A bright red light suddenly shone from its chest, spreading rapidly like a burning fire.

Seeing the black-clad men chasing after him, Aodaweiying opened his blood-red maw, flames flickering deep in his throat, and a strong, pungent smell of burning sulfur filled the air, making the surrounding air unbearably hot.

“Fairsabu Nguyen!”

In an instant, a surging torrent of fire erupted like a volcanic eruption, spewing towards the black-clad men running towards them. This dragon's breath was incredibly powerful, engulfing everything in its path in raging flames. The black-clad men, unable to brake in time, had no chance to escape and were instantly submerged in the sea of ​​fire.

Under the scorching heat, the group of men in black were instantly reduced to charred lumps, scattered all over the ground. A nauseating smell of burning filled the air, making everyone want to vomit.

"Wow, the little dragon is amazing!"

(End of this chapter)