Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 169 Beastification Disorder

dong dong dong~
dong dong dong~
As a series of rapid knocks sounded, Haven, who was sleeping in the luxury hotel built by Heyman's family, twitched his tightly closed eyelids twice. He wanted to cover his ears with the blanket and continue sleeping, but the knocking became louder and louder.

Unable to fall asleep, Haven sat up in bed somewhat irritably and took Dea off his forehead. The little guy had a very bad habit of always lying on Haven's head.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Yawning, Haven pushed open the wooden door and looked over, only to see an old man who looked like a butler leading a group of his men, knocking incessantly on the door of Heman's room.

"Ah~ Young Master Haven, I'm sorry to bother you. It's like this, the merchant guild's warehouse at the border dock has been attacked, and we were going to wake you up to go and take a look."

"Huh? An attack? But calling Heman over wouldn't do any good, would it? He's not even a professional. Shouldn't you be looking for the capital's garrison?"

Hearing the butler's words, Haven was instantly wide awake. After all, such an attack happening in the capital was always interesting, no matter when.

Just then, He-Man's door opened, and He-Man rubbed his sleepy eyes, looking at the large group of people standing in the corridor.

"Akris, what happened? I just fell asleep in bed, I'm so tired."

Yesterday, after unexpectedly bringing Dea's egg to life in the treasury of the Hendry Merchant Guild, the group wandered around the treasury for a while. In the end, Haven couldn't find anything suitable, so he picked out some precious items from the treasury to make his own.

Just as they packed their things and were about to return to the academy, they discovered that it was snowing outside. Later, at Heman's suggestion, they went directly to his family's restaurant for a meal and to stay overnight. The group of young people played until the early hours of the morning before heading to the top-floor guest rooms to prepare for sleep.

"Young master, the warehouses at the border docks have been attacked."

"Huh? Attacked? Who's so bold? Don't we have a mercenary group of two hundred stationed over there?"

Heman had just woken up from his sleep, feeling a bit dizzy and throbbing in his head. Yesterday, he and Haven had tried some aromatherapy from Qixing City, which was said to significantly boost mental energy if inhaled regularly.

But after actually smelling it, Haven didn't know how, but he really felt his mind became clear. However, after the clarity, only a strong sense of emptiness remained.

After speaking, Heman waited a while, and when he didn't receive a reply from the old butler, he looked at the other person.

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

Acrees hesitated for a moment and said:
“We have a batch of special items stored there, which we originally planned to move yesterday, but you were with Young Master Haven yesterday.”

When Acrees mentioned the special item, He-Man, whose mind was still foggy, felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, and his small eyes widened in surprise.

"What? Why are they still there? Besides, even if I'm with Haven, why aren't the other business management companies dealing with this?"

"this,,,,,,,"

Seeing Acris start to squeak and groan, the chubby boy suddenly became anxious.

"What the heck?! If anything goes wrong with that batch of goods, we're finished!!!"

“Young Master, you said you would personally handle this matter and no one else could interfere. Even the magic lock that stores these items was contracted with your own blood. Without your intervention, no one can open it.”

After hearing what Acrees said, He-Man's muddled mind finally came to its senses, and he immediately raised his hand and slapped his fat face hard.

"Damn it. I completely forgot about it. Come on, let's go over there now."

As she spoke, Heman, still in her pajamas, was about to head downstairs when she suddenly remembered something and turned back.

"Ah~ I'm sorry, Haven, I woke you up. I have some things to take care of now. You can go back to sleep. We'll have breakfast together and go to school tomorrow."

"Ah! It's alright, I'll go with you. Serena can also help out if things get complicated. Is that convenient?"

Upon hearing that Haven was also coming, the chubby boy was clearly stunned for a moment, hesitated for a short while, and then nodded in agreement.

“Great, great! It’s perfect timing. I don’t have time to call anyone else. If you could get Serena to help, that would be wonderful. I’ll definitely pay you the agreed price.”

Haven went back inside, picked up his clothes, put them on, and came out waving casually, saying with a touch of magnanimity:

"We're all brothers, why are you saying this? If you really want to repay her, just prepare some good food for Serena."

Creep~Creak~
The wheels of the magic carriage left deep ruts in the snow as the group hurried toward the dock.

The pier on the shore~
"Head~ Watch out~~~"

After being thrown back by the immense force, Zegna quickly got up. There, she saw a giant werewolf, like a demon god, with its gaping maw open, staring at Macurelia not far away. The low growl emanating from its throat seemed to carry a mental attack. Macurelia, lying on the ground, felt as if he had been hit in the head by a sledgehammer.

When he raised his head again, his loose hair covered most of his face, and a large amount of blood gushed from the wound on his scalp. Two huge scratch marks appeared on the standard helmet issued by the security patrol team, which lay quietly not far in front of him.

"Boss! Boss! Get up!"

An atmosphere of fear enveloped everyone present. As a new recruit who had only been in the army for one year and three months, Zegna felt that his legs were already somewhat disobedient. His brain wanted to make his body stand up, but his waist was so weak that he couldn't muster any strength.

"No, no. No!!!! Don't come any closer!!!!"

Amid Zegna's desperate howl, the werewolf reached out and lifted the dazed Macruelia, opening its massive, fang-filled maw to bite off Macruelia's head. The next moment, blood mixed with brain matter gushed from the werewolf's mouth.

A large patch of bright spots appeared on the distant horizon, marking the presence of the Royal Griffin Legion. However, it was clear that Zegna and the others could no longer wait for the Griffin Knights' rescue. The werewolf, having finished its meal, turned and pounced on the remaining group. Under the werewolf's fierce attack, the light in Zegna's eyes dimmed, and as the approaching lights grew closer, she lost her last hope.

"Damn it!!! Why are so many warning signals going off? What?! Have the orcs attacked?!" The rider sitting on the back of the griffin had a thick mask covering his face. The high speed of flight caused his breath to freeze into thick ice crystals on the mask. Clearly, the griffin riders, who were usually so glamorous, were extremely dissatisfied with being on duty in this weather.

"Losang, stop complaining about useless things."

"Everyone, listen to my orders. Form combat teams of three. Our main task is reconnaissance. Of course, if you think you can handle the situation, you can launch your own attack. But if the strength difference is too significant, then wait for the main combat force to arrive."

After giving the order, Kuku Garcia looked worriedly at the pier not far away. The fire there had become enormous, and it had been burning for at least ten minutes. But his Griffin squadron had only received the attack and distress call five minutes ago. What had happened in between?

Kuku Garcia, a mere viscount, dared not think too much about it. He could only subtly remind his men not to get too carried away in the upcoming battle. He would be content as long as they could return to their base safely. As for the battle achievements and rewards he had imagined, he dared not hope for them this time.

Border Wharf - Hengdeli Chamber of Commerce Warehouse

"Damn it!!!!!! Robert!!!!!!!!! Where the hell did you send your SOS? It's been ten minutes already, and we've lost thirty or so men."

Standing atop the wooden arrow tower, Carlos roared loudly towards the cargo warehouse behind him. After all, the horrific scene before him couldn't keep this experienced mercenary leader calm. If he didn't know clearly that he was in the capital, a hundred thousand miles away from the damned North, he would have been fine.

Carlos even thought he had arrived at the Amar Line and was defending against the orcs advancing south. After all, under the moonlight, it was impossible to distinguish the werewolves, bearmen, and ratmen that were constantly charging the line from the real orcs.

Under the relentless onslaught of these beastmen, the unprepared mercenaries held out for only a few minutes before being forced back inside the enclosure. Carlos was drenched in sweat as the beastmen continued their frenzied attacks on the walls.

I never imagined that the garrison mission I had secured through connections and great effort would plunge my mercenary group into such a crisis on this snowy night.

Fortunately, this was in the capital city, and Carlos knew that as long as he held on, reinforcements would arrive soon.

"We've got it, boss! We've got it! We sent out a distress signal the moment we were attacked, and we just contacted Mr. Acreus through the communication array. He said he'd bring reinforcements immediately and instructed us to protect the large magic-sealing box in Warehouse Number One."

Despite the recent snowfall, Carlos's forehead was beaded with sweat. Hearing Robert's words, he breathed a sigh of relief. Although the casualties had become somewhat high, given the Hendry Chamber of Commerce's consistently generous approach, he didn't need to worry about compensation.

Thinking this, Carlos let out a long sigh of relief, then roared loudly:

"Brothers, hold the line! Show me your skills and stop these beasts and bastards! Reinforcements are on their way. Once this is over, everyone will get 10 gold coins."

Upon hearing their leader's words, the mercenaries who were standing on the wall constantly fending off the beastmen's attacks instantly became excited. They knew that they had only earned 10 gold coins for guarding this place for half a month, but now they could earn 10 gold coins just by holding off these beasts.

Clearly, a generous reward will attract brave men. Moreover, for these mercenaries, all they had to do was stand on the wall and resist the beastmen while waiting for reinforcements, not go out and fight the beastmen. With this in mind, the mercenaries became more confident, and some even fantasized about how they would spend the 10 gold coins they received.

Just when Carlos thought the situation had stabilized and everything was developing as he had predicted, an unexpected change occurred.

"Boss! Boss! Fire! Fire!"

Just as everyone's attention was focused on the battle at the main gate, the warehouse behind them suddenly burst into flames. In just a few breaths, the fire spread from the small wooden house to the warehouse, and in an instant, it covered half of the warehouse wall.

"Damn it, someone's setting a fire! Damn it, it smells like kerosene! Get some people here, get some people here, put out the fire!"

Time flew by and we went back an hour.

Following behind Marigolo Yang, Badam kept looking back, his heart pounding as they walked further and further as they strayed off course. Having spent over twenty years as a hoodlum at the riverbank docks, he knew exactly where they were. Growing increasingly fearful, Badam finally couldn't contain himself and asked:
"Boss Yang, where are we going? This direction looks like we're heading towards the garbage mountain!"

Hearing Balam's words, Marigloyan replied without turning his head:

"Ah, yes, you're right, this is indeed the direction leading to the garbage mountain. I've already given you the money. You better not try anything funny now, or I'll show you what it means to wish you were dead."

Upon hearing Marigroyan's hoarse voice, ruined by strong liquor, Balam shuddered. The slight thought of escaping that had just arisen vanished instantly. Touching the two hard gold coins in his pocket, he could only console himself.

"It's alright, it's alright. I, Balam, have been through so much, escaping death countless times. As long as I'm quick-witted, I'll be fine. Once I have this money, I can live however I want."

Soon the two stopped in front of a wooden building in the garbage dump. Marigoldo Yang stepped forward and knocked on the wooden door. After a while, a man with a hooked nose and a face full of pimples cautiously poked his head out.

"Hey, damn it, what are you doing here so late, old man?"

Marigoloyan stepped aside, revealing Balam standing behind him.

"Bring the people I found in here; this batch is complete."

Upon hearing Marigroyan's words, the man with the hooked nose opened the wooden door, hunched over, and stepped out to carefully examine Balam.

"Not bad, Marigolo Yang, you did a good job. The adults will reward you later. Didn't you plan to find a school for your son's early education? The organization will take care of that for you."

Upon hearing the hook-nosed man's words, Marigroyan's face showed no joy, but he dared not show it, and could only offer an awkward smile.

"Thank you, thank you for your concern, sir."

"Badam, come here. This gentleman will tell you what to do next."

Looking at the gloomy-looking man in front of him with a blank expression, Balam kept swallowing hard, a fear of the unknown lingering in his heart.

"Ah, what a filthy soul, but I believe Helsing will like you."

Enjoy the thrill of the hunt!

(End of this chapter)