Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 174 The Death of Frederick

"Hmm, what's that?"

Frederick IV, surrounded by the Construct Knights, looked at the huge beam of light that suddenly appeared like a spearhead and subconsciously asked Florian, the Grand Master of the First Knights, who was standing to the side.

Faced with His Majesty the Emperor's question, the exceptionally robust and well-built man's eyes revealed deep apprehension. As a level 57 Wild Rogue Knight, although he had virtually no chance of breaking through to the Great Knight realm in his lifetime, Florian's ninety years of age granted him extraordinary knowledge. The aura emanating from that attack just now...

"Your Majesty, this old minister feels that something is amiss. For your safety, I urge you to return to the Platinum Palace immediately."

Frederick IV was somewhat surprised to see the serious-looking commander of the Construct Knights. After all, this veteran knight had been his subject for a long time, and more directly, Florian was his mentor. The bond and trust between them were unmatched by ordinary people.

"What do you mean, Florian?"

At the old knight's signal, the armored knights came to a complete stop, like a precise instrument, and a large amount of hot air spewed from Mosama's nostrils, instantly enveloping the entire formation.

Florian lifted the visor of his helmet, revealing a wrinkled face, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes becoming even more pronounced with worry.

"The aura of that attack could only be achieved by a Grand Knight, or even a pseudo-legendary."

Frederick IV's pupils visibly contracted upon hearing Florian's words, clearly showing his shock. After all, according to the Marienfando Agreement, no legendary superhuman was allowed to engage in large-scale battles or killings in any human or humanoid living area, or they would be judged as fallen and subjected to annihilation by the powerful beings of the entire continent.

However, there is a loophole in this agreement, which can also be considered a compromise between the parties: the pseudo-legendary, which means that once you reach level 69, you have mastered some of the rules and functions, and under certain special circumstances, your combat power can reach the level of an early legendary.

Such beings represent the highest combat power openly displayed by various countries or large organizations. As for true legends and myths, they are beings that transcend the ordinary human world, and they only appear in major events involving continents or foreign invasions.

Other things, such as the rise and fall of a nation or the life and death of a race, are perfectly normal in the eyes of these extraordinary beings.

"A pseudo-legend, huh? Interesting. I didn't expect them to prepare such a big gift."

Once he recovered from the shock, Frederick IV once again displayed his usual calm and composed demeanor, as if he had everything under control.

"Now that we're out here, if I go back just because I feel danger, it would make me seem too cowardly. I, Frederick IV, am not one of those cowards who only know how to poke their heads in women's breasts. If they want to do it, then I'll see what they can accomplish."

As he spoke, Frederick IV drew his sword and pointed it at the dock several kilometers away.

"Warriors of the First Royal Armored Knights, your bravery and your renown are the honor and pride of the Empire! Now!!! Follow me and attack the enemy who dares to stand in our way!!!! Crush all who stand in our way!!!!"

As Frederick IV's crimson dragon-scaled horse galloped, this arguably the empire's strongest construct legion followed its emperor at breakneck speed.

Florian, following behind, looked at Frederick IV, whose red hair was flying in the wind, and shook his head helplessly. Then he showed a happy expression. Frederick now was just like the spirited Prince Frederick he was more than 30 years ago.

"Philip~~~ You've endured so much hardship all these years, haven't you? Go forth, go slaughter, go tremble in fear of your enemies! The First Construct Knights will crush all enemies that stand in your way."

The Royal First Armored Knights arrived at the dock in just two minutes. They proceeded at a steady pace along the dock entrance. As they went deeper, the gruesome and bloody scenes became more and more numerous, with mutilated limbs everywhere.

"Your Majesty, it is the Griffin Knights."

Seeing the griffin riders landing not far from the construct knights, Florian spurred his horse forward to greet them.

"Tell me, what's going on now, Kuku Garcia."

Kuku Garcia, having dismounted from the griffin, quickly took a few steps forward, bowed to Frederick IV who was surrounded by the armored knights, and replied:
"Your Majesty, Lord Florian."

"After receiving the distress signal from the city defense patrol, we set off immediately. Upon arriving at the distress area, we discovered a large number of beastmen at the location of the Hendry Merchant Guild at the border dock, and these beastmen launched an attack on the Hendry Merchant Guild's storage camp."

"Since it is still unclear whether there are any hidden enemies, I ordered half of the Griffin Rider squad to clear out the beastmen on the outskirts, while the rest of us waited for the main combat force to arrive so that we could launch a combined attack to eliminate them."

Kuku Garcia quickly recounted what had just happened, glancing up discreetly to observe Frederick IV's expression as he spoke. Seeing that the latter didn't react much, he continued.

"After clearing out the scattered beastmen around, the returning griffin riders and I waited for the combat troops to arrive above. However, the warehouse of the Hendry Merchant Guild below suddenly caught fire, which forced the mercenaries below to split into two groups: one group to hold off the beastmen's attack, and the other group to put out the fire."

"Just as my subordinates were hesitating whether to launch an attack ahead of time to help these mercenaries resist, the lower defense line was suddenly breached, and then the remaining mercenaries in the entire camp fell to the beastmen's attack."

Faced with Kuku Garcia's words, Florian, standing to the side, couldn't help but reveal a contemptuous smile. What hesitation, what waiting for cooperation, weren't they all cowardly acts of not daring to go up and fight?

However, Florian did not show it too obviously. After all, he knew the composition and character of the Royal Griffin Knights very well. With some political compromises, this army that once dominated the skies of the empire inevitably declined in the end.

"It was at this time that I discovered that these beastmen were planning to spread. In order to prevent these beasts from entering the low-lying residential areas, I immediately led the Griffin Knights to launch a guerrilla attack."

But~~~~

Kuku Garcia, as if recalling the terrifying scene from just moments ago, said with lingering fear:

"Suddenly, a blood-red werewolf appeared. Unlike other beastmen, this werewolf displayed tremendous power. With just a sonic attack, our griffin seemed to be stunned and fell directly from mid-air."

"The werewolf then swung its spear and attacked us, instantly turning about twenty griffin riders into a bloody mist."

"Currently, this werewolf has not shown any other intention to attack and is still in the Hengdeli Chamber of Commerce's warehouse camp."

After finishing his report, Kuku Garcia looked up at Frederick IV, only to find the empire's supreme ruler deep in thought, seemingly lost in contemplation.

A few seconds later, he looked at Kuku Garcia, who was still kneeling on the ground.

“So that’s how it is. I understand now. You did a great job, Viscount Kuku Garcia. The Empire will remember your contributions.”

"Get up now, organize your griffin riders, prepare for battle, and let's put this farce to an end."

Hearing that Frederick IV had no intention of blaming him for his poor performance in battle, Kuku Garcia breathed a sigh of relief. As long as His Majesty the Emperor did not hold him accountable, the nobles could do nothing to him; at most, they would just exchange some resources as compensation.

"Yes, Your Majesty. We are willing to fight for the glory of the Empire."

Seeing Kuku Garcia soar into the sky again on his griffin, Florian turned his horse around and returned. "Your Majesty! Kuku Garcia is delaying the battle. If he had cooperated with the merchant guild's mercenaries to defend against the beastmen's attack the moment it began, the damage wouldn't have been so great."

“Professor Florian, we cannot expect everyone to be like a true knight, able to calmly and resolutely face any difficulty, even death, and rise to the challenge.”

As an Earth Knight, Frederick IV's strength has almost stagnated since he ascended the throne. His current level as an Earth Knight is not due to gradual advancement, but rather to the stimulation of various rare and precious treasures.

However, as an emperor, Frederick IV's personal strength was enough to rank him among the top 30 of the more than 140 English emperors.

"Professor Florian, prepare for battle. Lord Mansconti will be manipulating the Platinum Tower to launch a fatal attack on all the werewolves. Whether he is a pseudo-legend or not is no longer important."

Florian raised an eyebrow upon hearing Frederick IV's words. As a member of the construct knights who guarded the royal family, Florian naturally knew the power of the Tower of Platinum.

After all, thirty years ago, on that turbulent, bloody night, the then-Prince Dember planned to lead his former Second Royal Construct Knights to attack the Platinum Palace.

As a result, the entire Construct Knights were wiped out by the attack launched by the Tower of Platinum.

Therefore, when Frederick IV heard that he intended to use the Tower of Platinum, even though the werewolf's attack was quite impressive, it was meaningless in the face of the Tower of Platinum's attack. After all, the opponent was not a true legend, and even a true legend would be injured when facing the Tower of Platinum's attack.

"Yes, Your Majesty, the First Royal Construct Knights will steadfastly carry out your will."

"Form ranks! Prepare to attack!!!"

A dazzling magical light shone from the enchanted armor of the construct knights, and with the support of the connecting array, the First Construct Knight Order, consisting of five hundred men, instantly unleashed an astonishing aura.

With overwhelming force, the First Armored Knights stormed into the warehouse camp of the Hendry Merchant Guild.

"Jie Jie Jie!!!"

"You've finally arrived. Those disgusting guys were right. In that case, let's bring today's events to a perfect end."

"The emperor dies suddenly, and the world descends into chaos—how wonderful that sounds!!!"

Frederick IV frowned as he looked at the red werewolf standing atop the container.

Clearly, the talking werewolf was somewhat beyond Frederick IV's expectations, but even if it was somewhat unexpected, things still had to be done as usual.

"Florian~"

The nearly 100-year-old man turned to look at his disciple, his emperor. If it weren't for the obvious signs of aging on his face, one could hardly tell his age from his robust physique.

"Your Majesty, take me to try it out first."

"Accumulate momentum!!!"

Standing at the very front of the group, Florian was like a giant absorbent stone, with a large amount of magical energy surging into his body.

Florian's eyes shot out a solid beam of light a meter long, and behind him formed an exceptionally solid swordsman phantom, which upon closer inspection was none other than Tempas's face.

With a loud shout, Florian charged towards the werewolf Sindin like a 1,000-watt incandescent light bulb.

Seeing the human wielding a knight's sword and thrusting it at him, Sindin showed no sign of panic.

An antlered figure, whose face was obscured, appeared behind Sindin. The antlered figure also held a spear in its hand, and the two moved in unison, sweeping the spear at Florian who was attacking them.

There was a loud bang.

The collision of the two generated a strong airflow, instantly blowing away the snow on the ground and revealing the stone brick floor underneath.

As the snowflakes, blown away by the wind, gently fell to the ground, the scene before them caused everyone to gasp in astonishment.

Florian, the captain of the Royal First Construct Knights, whose level is as high as 57, is being stabbed in the back by this werewolf of unknown origin.

Blood gushed out of the wound like water from a tap, its fate unknown.

“Damn it. Florian…”

This result was clearly a bit unexpected for him. He hadn't expected this werewolf to be so powerful. He was afraid that even if Kevin came, he would have a hard time defeating him.

Frederick IV, realizing what was happening, quickly raised the metal device in his hand.

"Mansconti!!!! Attack! Destroy it!!!"

In the distance, the towering platinum tower resembled an oriental pearl descending at night, with energy halos rapidly illuminating its surface.

After a few seconds.

Once the energy was fully charged, a dazzling beam of energy shot towards the location of the werewolf Sindin.

Sensing danger, the werewolf quickly turned around. Helsing's hunting spear only had time to reach his chest before being blasted away by the beam of light that shot in front of him.

After the beam of light dissipated, most of the werewolf's body lying on the ground was melted away, but even in this state, Sindin did not die.

"Mansconti! One more time! Cough cough~~"

Frederick IV, coughing up blood, stared in shock at the blood-red spear embedded in his chest.

(End of this chapter)