Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 170 Biting, Endless Slaughter

Lying in a pool filled with red liquid, Balam, who had fallen into a coma, began to convulse unconsciously. Lying next to him in the pool were more than thirty other naked men.

A man with a hooked nose and a face full of pimples stood beside a person shrouded in a black robe, his expression unusually respectful.

"Lord Sofalio, these adaptors have completed the preliminary preparations. You may now perform the Divine Descent Ritual."

The black-robed man, known as Sofalio, wore a strange antler headband. His hoarse voice was like an old tree branch scraping against a delicate crystal glass, sending chills down one's spine.

Hehehe~~~~

"Although it is not the best time yet, the great King of the Hunt, Helsing, has given his will to turn this boring world into an exciting arena. The one who survives will receive his favor."

Upon hearing Sofalio's words, the hook-nosed man's face also revealed a fanatical expression. Just over a decade ago, he had been a lowly hunter, as insignificant as dust.

How to fill his stomach and how to hunt for money were things Xinding had to think about every day, but such thinking was usually meaningless, since hunger was the norm in the small villages around the capital.

Every blade of grass and every tree here belongs to those unapproachable nobles. Hunters like Sinding can only hunt in designated hunting grounds opened by the nobles, but such hunting grounds come with a hefty commission.

If someone successfully hunts a white deer in the hunting grounds, the most valuable parts of the deer, such as its hide or antlers, are given to the nobleman as an entrance fee, while about a quarter of the remaining deer meat is used to pay taxes.

Of course, this is what's on the surface. In reality, if a hunter catches a deer in a nobleman's hunting ground, after deducting all the strange and trivial items, and gets two-thirds of the deer meat, it's considered that the nobleman's hunting ground is a hunting ground that values ​​benevolence and righteousness.

Under such policies, some hunters would naturally take risks and do illegal things in order to make a living, such as poaching. After all, the hunting grounds of nobles are so huge that it is impossible to be fully protected.

This prompted some exceptionally daring individuals, or commoners with no other choice, to secretly sneak into the hunting grounds to poach. Of course, such high income came with high risks; once caught by the patrol teams arranged by the nobles, they had no choice but to be beheaded.

“Lord Sofalio, I am ready, just as you rescued me from the pool twelve years ago.”

Amidst Sinding's fanatical pronouncements, the man in the black robe slowly removed his hood, revealing a bald head with sparse gray hairs hanging on it. His single remaining eye emitted a faint yellowish-green light as it gazed at Sinding.

Just as if looking at his most satisfying work, under Sindin's fervent gaze, Sofalio raised his hand, which resembled a withered twig, and pressed it against Sindin's forehead.

“My child, don’t be too anxious. You will get what you want, just like twelve years ago when the great Helsing chose you on that full moon night.”

After speaking, the old man turned to look at the room, which resembled a battlefield. There were seven or eight more pools like the one where people were soaking in Balam, and at the end of the pools was a strange-looking stone sculpture. It looked like a human figure, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to have many differences.

The stone statue held a blood-red spear in its hand, from which a red liquid, like blood, was dripping continuously.

"Tonight will be a grand hunt, and you, my child, will shine brightly tonight."

As the bald old man finished speaking, a wailing roar came from the room, and the red liquid in the pool began to boil violently as if it had been heated.

Soon, the men who had been lying in the pool began to howl in pain. As they howled, their bodies underwent a dramatic change, rapidly swelling up and sprouting hairs as sharp as steel needles.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?

Feeling intense pain in his body, Balam felt as if he had been brutally beaten by dozens of people, or as if he were drunk, his mind a complete mess, wondering what he was supposed to do.

Balam's head was throbbing so badly he couldn't remember anything. Wandering aimlessly along the empty road, completely clueless about what to do, Balam could only follow a group of others who shared his scent.

Although they sensed that their fellow human beings were somewhat strange, to them, nothing seemed particularly strange.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Balam and his kind arrived at an open space. Ahead of them was a string of bright lights, so bright that Balam couldn't open his eyes at all.

The next moment, it was as if a voice came from the depths of his soul, instantly clearing Balam's previously chaotic mind. When Balam shook his head and looked up again...

The group of creatures he called his own kind had already rushed toward the brightly lit wooden wall ahead. Only then did Balam, who had regained his ability to think, see what his companions looked like. Surprisingly, when he saw his beast-like companions, he did not panic as usual, nor did he seem about to wet his pants.

Looking down again at his twisted, grotesque hands with bulging veins, Balam felt a little confused. What was wrong with him? Staring at his sharp-looking hands, Balam thought for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.

'I have a task for you.'

"If you just set a fire, these gold coins are yours."

'Damn it, if I just finish this one, I can get through this winter comfortably.'

The conversation that gradually surfaced in his mind made Balam seem to know what he was going to do. He casually reached into his already torn clothes and felt around. Several round, but distinctly hard objects pierced through his fingers.

"Burn!!!! Burn!!!!!"

Balam roared and charged toward the wooden wall in front of him, as if he wanted to vent all the humiliation, pain, and embarrassment he had suffered in his life over the years.

Of course, from an outsider's perspective, it was just a beast-like rat-man, about the size of a normal adult male, making meaningless hissing sounds towards the front.

Deeply aware of his mission, Balam did not, like the other beastmen, forcefully charge against the wooden wall while enduring the mercenaries' attacks. Somehow, Balam managed to retain some of his thinking ability and ran towards a blind spot that no one else was paying attention to.

The hands, or rather claws, which had become unusually sharp, were exceptionally effective at digging holes and pits. Balam, with his big butt sticking out, quickly dug a deep pit in the frozen ground. Soon, as Balam continued to dig, his entire figure disappeared, leaving only a thin, long rat tail wagging outside.

A few minutes later, a muddy hand suddenly emerged from the snow. After waiting for a few seconds and feeling no danger, Balam poked his head out of the snow.

As if he had adapted to that powerful force, Balam's mind became clearer and clearer. After carefully identifying his location, he crawled out of the tunnel he had dug.

"Damn it, is this the beauty of power? Compared to this, what are those gold coins?" He raised his hand again, clenched his fist tightly, and a surge of immense power erupted from his body. Like someone who had received the most satisfying gift, Balam resolutely walked towards the warehouse ahead.

"Damn it, what the hell happened? How did it catch fire? Third squad, come with me to put out the fire. We must not let the fire spread to warehouse number one."

The towering flames illuminated Carlos's face clearly, revealing that this seasoned mercenary leader was now overwhelmed by the various unexpected situations.

But the ups and downs of the past years forced Carlos to calm himself down.

"Hang in there! Just a little longer, and the reinforcements will arrive."

Just as Carlos was watching the scene on the field and thinking, his men defending against the wooden wall suddenly let out a series of terrible screams.

Immediately afterwards, Carlos witnessed a scene he would never forget: an exceptionally tall werewolf had climbed up the wooden wall, clutching a dead mercenary in one hand and a blood-soaked spear in the other.

Unlike the werewolf bearmen who launched the first wave of attacks, this werewolf now distinguishes itself from other werewolves in appearance. Its dark gray fur almost blends into the snow, and its green eyes scan the yard.

"Awooo~~~~~~~~~~"

As the werewolf with dark gray fur let out a long howl towards the sky, the beastmen who were already attacking wildly went into an even more frenzied frenzy. A few breaths later, several more beastmen successfully climbed onto the wooden city wall.

"Damn it!!! What is this thing?!"

"Everyone! Everyone! Retreat from the city walls, retreat! We'll form a defensive formation in the courtyard. We just need to hold out until reinforcements arrive."

The mercenaries who were originally holding their ground on the city wall immediately withdrew from the wall upon hearing their leader's order. Some of them were so anxious that they didn't have time to go up the stairs and jumped off the platform.

As Helsing's chosen one, Sindin, despite undergoing multiple divine trials, was only at a high-level in terms of strength. However, with the added boost from Helsing's Hunting Spear, Sindin felt he could contend with those below the legendary level.

Once again donning the Savior's Hidden Leather Armor and feeling that familiar sensation, Sindin felt as if he had reappeared before the great God of Hunting. This familiar and intimate feeling made Sindin so excited that he wanted to roar to the heavens.

'Go, my great warrior, bring me that thing. I will watch over you from the blood moon and enjoy your battle.'

In a daze, Sindin seemed to hear Helsing's words to him. After confirming his target, Sindin looked toward the location of Warehouse Number One.

After confirming the approximate location, Sindin turned his head and looked down at the mercenaries gathered below.

Of course, of course, this battle was equally important for the great Helsing.

Feeling the eerie gaze of the silver-grey-haired werewolf, Carlos tightened his grip on his two-handed sword and licked his slightly dry lips.

As a high-level Disintegration Swordsman, he could naturally sense the dangerous aura emanating from the werewolf's body; it was an aura of overwhelming power that came from the soul.

Platinum Palace
Frederick IV, who had just fallen asleep, was also awakened by a knock on the door. He felt a slight headache and subconsciously reached out to touch the glass bottle on the table that emitted a pale green light.

"Joan~ What happened?"

Frederick IV called out to the void, and as the space in front of Frederick's window rippled like the surface of calm water, a well-dressed, blond old man suddenly appeared.

"Your Majesty, Lord Pogart requests an audience with you. He seems to have something urgent to report to you."

"Okay, I understand. Tell him to wait for me in the study. I'll be right there."

After the blond old man Joan disappeared again like a bubble bursting, Frederick IV, still lying in bed, stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"Pogart, dear, is there anything you need to discuss with me so late?"
I remember we only parted ways four or five hours ago. Perhaps you've decided to consider my suggestion, since it's snowing, to stay at the Platinum Palace for now?"

Faced with Frederick IV's slightly joking words, Bogart did not, as usual, exchange pleasantries with the ruler of the empire, but went straight to the point:

"Your Majesty! A riot has broken out in the lower city. A large number of beastmen have appeared at the riverbank docks, causing enormous damage in that area."

"According to the news from the Griffin Knights, this group of beastmen that appeared out of nowhere seems to be under someone's command, and most of them are now besieging the Hendry Merchant Guild."

As Pogart's words fell, Frederick IV's previously nonchalant and humorous demeanor quickly faded.

"Heh~ So they've finally shown themselves. I thought they were planning to hide for a while longer. In that case, let the Royal Construct Knights deal with these things."

“Your Majesty, if that were all, I would not have come to the Platinum Palace so late at night to disturb your rest.”

Frederick IV looked at his chief advisor with some confusion.

"Has anything else happened?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. According to the Night's Watch, there are large numbers of paladins and knights going in and out of the Eternal Sun. We don't know what they're doing."

Furthermore, the Griffin Riders reported that after their arrival, the other city defense forces had not yet reached the battlefield.

Boom~boom~boom~
Frederick IV's index finger tapped lightly on the desk surface, the sound particularly clear in the quiet study.

"Let's go, it looks like tonight will be a very interesting night."

(End of this chapter)