Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 155 Dreamland
On the top floor of the Astrologers' Guild headquarters in Sarithos, the capital of Blackrock. Alpha, looking exhausted, stepped out of the portal after returning from the Orc Empire.

This communication with Mordor was not very smooth. The tauren elder who used to hate war and love peace seemed to have become a different person. Although he was one of the few wise men among the orcs, the communication between them was still carried out in a relatively peaceful state.

But between the lines, Alpha could still sense that the Tauren elder had changed his mind on some things that both sides had previously agreed on, compared to their last meeting.

What puzzled Alpha was that when he met the Minotaur Elder again, the elder seemed to have something inexplicable about him, as if he were shrouded in a layer of black mist.

As for Mordor's eyes, which were originally like flowing water, they now held a hint of fervor, restlessness, and madness. This unsuccessful journey cast a shadow over Alpha's heart.

"Diane, have you sent me any news lately?"

Looking exhausted, Alpha slowly walked down the steps. Diane, who had been waiting nearby, quickly went to greet him and took the hat and staff from Alpha's hands.

"Yes, teacher, some messages have indeed come in contact with you. I took a look and they are from Lord Osa, Lord Angela, and messages from the Western Continent."

Then another message came from the Eternal Night Forest, inquiring when you would arrive, as Her Majesty Queen Sifirga has been waiting for you.

Just as Alpha was about to say something, a sudden, inexplicable feeling of palpitation came over him. This faint, stinging sensation was like bare skin suddenly appearing beneath a hole in Antarctica.

However, before Alpha could investigate the source of this palpitation, everything returned to normal, as if the strange phenomenon had never occurred.

"Teacher? Teacher? What's wrong?"

Seeing Alpha standing there in a daze, she thought that Alpha had something to arrange for her again, so she asked in a low voice.

However, Alpha, who was standing still, did not answer Diane's question. Instead, he began to release his powerful mental and magical energy. The magic tower, sensing the legendary mage's actions, reacted quickly.

The magic runes lit up rapidly, layer by layer, like ribbons of light. As the magic circle was fully activated, the magic tower emitted a dazzling light in the night sky.

After an unknown amount of time, Alpha, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, slowly opened his eyes, looking preoccupied and lost in thought.

"Teacher? What's wrong? Did something happen?"

The old mage, still sitting on the ground, fumbled for the ring on the middle finger of his right hand. After a long silence, he slowly spoke:

"Diane, go and get all the messages that have come to me. I'll wait for you here; I'm going to Cologne Cathedral soon."

As for Queen Sifurga, reply to her shortly. After I return from this trip, I will head to the Eternal Night Forest.

Upon hearing her teacher's instructions, Diane quickly handed the hat and staff to the old mage.

“Okay, teacher, when will you be returning? I’ll give Her Majesty a rough estimate.”

"About ten days."

Meanwhile, in the capital city—Saint Maryara…

As Haven fell asleep quickly in bed, he felt a chill creep through him, his body twitched involuntarily, and he reached out to tighten the blanket around himself.

As I get older, I've been having more and more frequent and longer dreams. Before, they only happened occasionally, and each one only lasted a few minutes.

Now, this cycle and its duration are getting longer and longer. Sometimes I sleep all night and in my dreams, it's like watching a movie. Sometimes I experience other people's stories, and sometimes it feels like my own future.

As the dreams became clearer, the burden on me also increased, to the point that every time I woke up it felt like I had just finished a major battle, and I felt incredibly tired after a good night's sleep.

"Hey Haven, how's the situation at the Arma Line?"

Helge looked up at Havent, who was flying back to camp, and asked.

Having landed slowly on the ground, Haven removed his helmet and stored it in his storage ring, casually smoothing his loose hair as he replied:
"It's alright. Lori is doing a good job there. The installation of those magic cannons is going smoothly. It should be completed in about a month."

However, their material reserves are running low. You need to contact Armicon and have him arrange for transport troops as soon as possible, otherwise the progress of subsequent repair work will be slowed down.

After the Battle of Shiliu, Haven began to enjoy the taste of violet spirits made from violet grass, just like his father.

"What's wrong? Is there something else?"

Having only taken a couple of sips, seeing Helge's hesitant expression, I couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. This top student who graduated from the Imperial Military Academy wasn't usually such a hesitant person.

"News has come from Tohsholmen: the orcs are demanding joint defense and renewed negotiations on land division."

"what?"

"Another negotiation? We just finished negotiating not long ago. When did Amirkon become so shameless?"

As a close friend, Helge subconsciously ignored the criticisms leveled against the Regent by the man known as the Wings of the Empire. After all, this Lion of the North had said even more outrageous things. Compared to that, simply saying he had no bottom line was already a normal complaint.

However, Helge didn't quite understand the Regent's decision, so he quickly explained what had happened recently.

After a while.

Wearing the Lion King Armor, Haven stroked his chin, looking thoughtful as well.

"That Amirkan guy didn't invite me?"

"Uh... I don't think so. Wait a minute, let me ask."

Tazan! Tazan! Bring me the latest message.

A dozen minutes later, Helge shook his head after checking all the letters.

"No, it seems you're not on their meeting invitation list."

"Oh, is that so? How stingy. Let's go then."

"Ah? Where to go?"

"Tokhe City! I need to see what they're up to behind my back this time."

The scene shifted again, and as Helge opened the window of the carriage, he was stunned when he saw the view on the distant mountain ridge.

A huge, dark red worm emerged from the ground, its massive body bursting through the earth, sending mud and rocks flying everywhere.

The powerful fleshy body kept burrowing out, and giant trees on the mountain were also lifted into the air, as if the whole world was trembling. The dark red fleshy worm's body was exceptionally large, and even from a distance, it brought a strong sense of oppression.

Its dark red body was covered with a thick layer of keratin, like scales, and looked incredibly hard. Six enormous eyes on the worm's head gleamed with a fierce light.

As the giant insect continued to rise, its body, emerging from the ground, gradually straightened. When the insect reached a height of approximately 300 meters, it suddenly stopped ascending and began to make a strange movement—similar to a cow chewing its cud.

The worm opened its mouth, which split into four parts, and began to vomit large amounts of fleshy balls out of its esophagus.

These ejected fleshy spheres rapidly expanded in the air upon exposure to the wind, transforming into fleshy red spheres approximately two to three meters in diameter. The spheres spun in the air, emitting a low, buzzing sound.

"It's the Angolan Black Demon Worm!"

It seems we're in trouble; perhaps this negotiation meeting won't welcome us.

Heigl stared intently at the distant mountains with a serious expression.

Haven shook his head indifferently, his tired neck cracking as he swept the hair that clung to his face back. Then he kicked open the carriage door and stepped out.

"Helge, smile, keep calm, keep calm. Isn't that what you always say?"

Besides, they didn't even invite us. It's just a meeting without me, so how can their talks have any legal effect?

Seeing the smug and arrogant Havent, Heigl shook his head helplessly, picked up the magic book on the table, and followed him.

Having stepped out of the carriage, Haven called out to the White Lion Guards following beside him:
"White Lion, prepare for battle!!!"

"Form ranks and engage the enemy! Attack formation! Prepare to charge with me!!!"

After giving the order, Haven stared ahead with a determined look. Once the construct knights had completed their preparations, he suddenly drew his sword, "Sword of Hope and Truth - Duranda," from his waist.

In an instant, Haven's entire body was enveloped in a blinding white flame, as if he had turned into a blazing torch.

The flame emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the surrounding darkness and making it impossible to look directly at it.

At the same time, a pair of pure white wings suddenly appeared behind Havent as he slowly ascended into the air, as if an angel had descended to earth.

The wings of light gently flapped, carrying Haven slowly upwards into the air.

On a distant hillside, a dense mass of fleshy spheres suddenly burst open!
Every creature that emerged from these bursting spheres of flesh was grotesquely shaped, with hideous faces, like demons from the abyss.

Their bodies were severely twisted, as if they had been twisted into pretzels by something, which was terrifying to behold.

Thick, black liquid dripped continuously from these fleshy creatures, emitting a pungent, nauseating odor.

The next moment, one by one, the successfully hatched demon slayers slowly stood up from the ground. Their movements were somewhat stiff, like babies who had just learned to stand, yet they carried an eerie feeling.

These demons, whose eyes gleamed with a fierce light, sent chills down one's spine, as if they were about to attack everything around them at any moment.

Among these demon hunters, a particularly enormous giant demon hunter stood out. Its body was several times larger than the other demon hunters, standing there like a small hill.

The giant demon let out a deafening roar, a sound like a violent storm that swept across the entire hillside.

At this roar, the previously bewildered demon slayers seemed to receive some kind of command, and they swayed and gathered towards the giant demon slayer. The scattered demon slayers began to stagger towards the troops at the foot of the mountain.

"White Lion! Forward! White Lion! Charge!"

Faced with the demon hunters who had already gathered on the road, Haven, with nowhere to avoid them, hurtled towards the densest part of the demon hunters like a bright meteor.

Tuxedo New City

In the Klinknir Palace, the Iron-Blooded King "Amirkon" sat in the main seat, seemingly lost in thought with his eyes closed. The noble lords on either side of the long table were conversing in hushed tones.
"Regent"

The Iron-Blooded King "Amirkon" slightly opened his eyes.

"What's wrong, Velen?"

"Your Highness, two hours have passed. We can't keep delaying without answering or starting. Prince Mogu from the orcs has already sent people to inquire twice."

"Still no word from Haven? Didn't we send him a notification and he responded? Will he come on time?"

"Your Highness, not yet. Perhaps Havent has encountered other matters that have delayed him. As you know, the situation in the North is also very chaotic."

Given the current situation, we need to make a decision. Delaying it will only breed more discontent among the orcs, which would put us at a disadvantage in the negotiations. Besides, even if Havet came, it wouldn't solve anything.

The Iron-Blooded King rubbed his slightly numb brow. The somewhat out-of-control situation left the Regent King at a loss. He sighed and said:

"Come on, go and invite Prince Mogu and the others over."

A moment later, a group of tall orcs walked in through the gate. The orc guards wore all sorts of armor and weapons; some carried giant axes, some carried longswords, and some carried huge shields.

Due to their race, their skin comes in different colors, such as brown, black, and gray, but without exception, they all exude a sense of power.

The leader was a tall orc wearing dark red armor. He was a head taller than the others and exuded a powerful aura.

His dark face was covered with a thick beard, and his eyes gleamed with a fierce light, like burning flames. His long, dark brown hair was braided into countless small braids that cascaded down his back, swaying gently with his steps.

The moment for formal communication had finally arrived. After waiting for so long, Mogu thought things had changed.

As the orc prince walked to the table, he casually tossed his sword to his attendant, plopped down in a chair with his feet propped on the table, looking lazy and frivolous.

Those sharp eyes glanced contemptuously at the Iron-Blooded King opposite him, a slight upturn of his lips revealing a disdainful smile. Now it's time to reap the rewards. Since you want to cooperate, both sides must be satisfied with the results. Of course, the most important thing is that the side that contributed more must be satisfied.

“Amirkon, what are you waiting for? Doing what I say is the best outcome.”

"Of course they're waiting for me, Mogu."

Haven flew in through the window, flapping his wings of light. Thick black blood clung to his armor, dripping down the edges.

The armor was no longer recognizable as it originally was; the Sword of Hope and Truth in his hand burned with fierce flames, pointing towards the orc prince.

(End of this chapter)