Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 180: Cunning Villain
Years later, standing on the rebuilt dock, Hevant recalled the events of that night and couldn't help but sigh, realizing that many things were indeed as Frederick IV had said.

When you stand at a crossroads, it seems like there are many options. But when you consider the context and the people around you, many things that seem unimportant at the time are actually influencing you. That's why people often say things like, "If I had chosen another path, things would have been different." But having such thoughts is nothing more than dissatisfaction with the current situation.

"Let's go and have a look. I'm sure the party will be very lively."

Watching Frederick mount his horse and head towards the Hendry Merchant Guild's camp, Haven shrugged helplessly and followed, utterly bewildered by what His Majesty the Emperor was up to with this grand spectacle.

Border Wharf - Hengdeli Chamber of Commerce Camp

Having completed the first round of promotion missions, Sindin felt his body become exceptionally powerful. The mysterious thing had such great effects that he could now properly activate the hunting spear of Helsing, which he had previously only used for connection rituals.

Recalling Lord Sofalio's arrangements before his departure, Sindin began to carry out the plan. However, he first needed to eliminate these annoying little mosquitoes, otherwise they would be unable to do anything while trailing behind him.

Just as Sindin stood on the wooden crate, attacking the flies above with his Helsing hunting spear while trying to process the new and strange thing that had suddenly appeared in his mind, the werewolf, who was fighting on instinct, seemed to sense something and suddenly looked behind him.

A huge black shadow rushed towards him with a whooshing sound. Faced with the opponent's fierce attack, Xinding instinctively raised his hunting spear to his chest. His entire body was sent flying backward by the attack, tumbling and crashing into dozens of wooden crates before finally stopping his backward fall.

When Sinding struggled to climb out of the pile of wooden crates, he saw a black dragon gleaming with a dark light hovering in mid-air, and the upper body of a human figure protruding from the dragon's neck.

"Hmm... Lord Savos, this werewolf seems a bit different. The aura around him looks strange."

Savos's eyes, powered by magic, shone like two beacons in the night. Looking at the unharmed Sindin, he slowly said:

"Hehehe~ Chosen one, I didn't expect that some interesting things would actually appear right under my nose. It seems that what Alpha said was true, and some guys have already started to get restless and start causing trouble."

"Roar~~~~~~"

Faced with two powerful beings suddenly appearing in mid-air, despite feeling a strong threat of death from them, Sindin's pride as a hunter did not allow him to choose to run away in the face of danger. Otherwise, the moment he had that thought, he would be ruthlessly abandoned by Helsing.

"Submit to the great Helsing, and feel the joy of the hunt!!!"

Werewolf Sindin shook off the debris clinging to his body, gripping Helsing's hunting spear tightly with both hands. A phantom image of a deer-antlered figure quickly appeared behind Sindin, and as if that wasn't enough, he planted the hunting spear directly into the ground.

The beastmen wandering around the warehouse seemed to sense something, raising their bewildered heads and looking around. Then, as if summoned by something, they quickly moved away.

Sitting atop the scorpion-tailed black dragon, Garland watched the beastmen gathering towards the werewolf Sindin and turned to Savos beside him, asking:
"Lord Savos, what is it doing? Should we intervene beforehand?"

Savos, who was floating side by side with Garland, shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice:
"No, let's wait and see what this beast is planning. We know too little about gods, especially unknown gods like this."

"The first rule of the mage is not to fight unknown enemies, as that will put you in a disadvantageous situation. So we should take advantage of this time to collect relevant data."

After listening to Savos's words, Jialan nodded slightly. After all, he was just a pseudo-legend, and he didn't have much say in terms of experience or decision-making in some key events.

Below, sensing the call of Helsing's hunting spear, the remaining hundred orcs gathered around. After a meal of flesh and blood, the strength of each orc was significantly enhanced, but the uncontrolled and crazed look in their eyes became even more obvious.

Among them, Badam, who was a human just a few hours ago, still possessed some human emotions beneath the glint of madness and killing intent in his eyes, even though they also shone with madness and killing intent.

After transforming into a rat-man, Balam filled the huge void in himself caused by the loss of dignity through killing. However, this emptiness was quickly filled in the killing and bloodshed. But unlike other beastmen, Balam did not become addicted to the endless killing.

Even as his human side resurfaced, Balam recalled the killings he had just committed, and a wave of nausea rose in his stomach. If it weren't for that inexplicable calling, Balam would have hidden in an inconspicuous corner until the battle outside was over.

Looking at the beastmen gathered before him, Xinding glanced again at the two dangerous auras floating above his head, and said in a hoarse and unpleasant tone:
"Warriors of Helsing, as hunters, you have performed exceptionally well. Now, it is time for you to contribute your strength. Together we will complete a great hunt, and even in death, you will continue to hunt in the Helsing hunting grounds."

As Sinding finished speaking, the hunting spear burst forth with a blinding red light. The powerful bodies of the beastmen surrounding Sinding rapidly decayed and withered, turning into streams of red light that flowed into Sinding's body.

On the outermost edge, Balam, who was controlled by a mysterious force and unable to move, could only raise his rat paws and stare intently. Patches of the originally dark gray, stiff hair on his arms fell off, and his once strong and powerful arms gradually became withered.

At this moment, the chaotic thoughts of the beastman had disappeared from his mind, leaving only the attachment to his own life as a human. Recalling his cowardly life, Balam wanted to open his mouth wide and roar, but having lost control of his body, he could only open his mouth wide and move it a few times.

With a few crisp clinking sounds, several gleaming gold coins fell out of Balam's shriveled body. Watching the gold coins roll several meters away, Balam closed his eyes in resentment.

"Damn, what a pity, I didn't even get to enjoy myself properly."

As the red torrent surged into the werewolf Sindin's body, his body swelled up again, reaching a height of nearly ten meters. Countless bone spurs grew on his back, his dark red fur fell off, and a thick layer of bone covered all the key parts of his body.

At this moment, Frederick IV, along with the Royal Armored Knights, arrived at the perimeter of the Hendry Merchant Guild's storage warehouse. Haven, watching the werewolf's rapidly growing figure, seemed to sense some danger, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

"Holy crap, this is different, but it still looks pretty amazing."

Frederick IV heard Havel muttering beside him and turned to ask him about it.

"What's wrong, Haven? Is there a problem?"

Recalling the werewolf's sharp throwing spear during the rehearsal, he subconsciously wanted to create some distance, but then thought it wouldn't be appropriate and glanced at Duke Red Moon, who was slowly walking over.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Please come with me, I have something important to tell you."

Seeing Havent's furtive expression, Frederick IV became curious and went to the scene. Looking at the werewolf confronting Savos and Garland, he became more inclined to believe Havent's earlier statement that he would die.

Although there are still doubts about how Haven knew about this, it is certain that the White Lion heir does not want to die, which is completely different from some other nobles who are always scheming against themselves.

"Lord Creville! Lord Creville!" The Red Moon Duke, who had just walked over, looked at Haven, who was waving at him, with some confusion.

"Havent? What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

"Hehehe, it's like this, I suddenly remembered that I haven't told His Majesty what my father asked me to do yet. I would like to trouble you to help me out so that I can talk to His Majesty in the back."

Frederick IV, seeing Havent frantically giving him meaningful glances, didn't know what the little rascal was up to this time, but still played along and said:
"In that case, Mr. Creville, I'll trouble you to cover for me. But with Mr. Savos and Mr. Garland around, there shouldn't be too much of a problem."

Since Frederick IV had said so, Creville naturally couldn't say much more. After bowing, he went to the front of the procession.

"Okay, Your Majesty."

Seeing the humans and beasts already fighting in the middle of the arena, Haven felt a strange sense of unease growing stronger. Disregarding the etiquette between king and subject, he pulled Frederick IV and charged towards the center of the construct knight order.

As they walked, they kept looking back at Creville's position ahead, and when they were sure that the Duke had placed the statue in front of them, they tugged at Serena's skirt.

The blue-haired girl, still half-asleep, descended from above Haven's head, staring at him with a blank expression.

"There might be an unexpected situation later, so be prepared."

After settling Serena in, Haven peered toward the center of the battlefield.

Under the combined attack of Savos and Dragon Knight Garland, the werewolf Sindin, who was only at the pseudo-legendary level, was struggling to resist, and several transparent holes appeared in his strong body.

However, the werewolf Sindin, who had already entered the realm of the extraordinary, was not entirely without a chance to fight back. At least, Garland was nearly pierced through the heart by Helsing's hunting spear while piloting his companion.

The burning pain in her back made Jialan extra cautious every time she chose to engage in close combat. If she was pushed too far, she might end up dying together with him, and Jialan would suffer serious injuries, which would be a huge loss.

"Roar!!!!!"

Feeling increasingly passive, Sindin couldn't help but become impatient; death wasn't something he found particularly difficult to accept.

However, the possibility of mission failure was something Sindin could not tolerate, as it would mean that even if he died in battle, he would not be able to enter the hunting kingdom of Helsing, which was something more unbearable for him than death.

Thinking of this, Sinding's crimson eyes began to scan the area. He had sensed the appearance of his target as early as when he initiated the sacrificial ritual.

As long as you kill him~

As long as he kills himself, he can receive Helsing's blessing, then these scumbags...

These fleeing prey will once again experience the thrill of hunting and chasing.

Having identified his target, Sindin began to quickly pinpoint his location. With the aid of the arcane magic, Frederick IV, standing amidst the armored knights, was as conspicuous as a firefly in the night.

He charged up! The muscles in his arms bulged suddenly, and the veins on his hairless skin appeared unusually prominent.

"Havent? Haven? What are you trying to tell me?"

Looking at Havent, who kept peeking around and observing the battlefield, Frederick IV felt that he had been incredibly patient today. This little guy was really too lazy and carefree. He would definitely have to mention this issue properly in his next letter to Kevin.

"Your Majesty, please don't worry, I think it'll be soon..."

"Soon?? What's soon?"

The next moment, Haven suddenly felt goosebumps rise on his body, and the spiritual energy he was radiating seemed to be pricked by needles. He subconsciously knocked Frederick IV to the ground.

"Lord Creville! Watch out!"

Red Moon Duke, who had always been curious about what tricks the little lion of the White Lion family was up to, was multitasking and eavesdropping on what was happening behind him, but the other party didn't say a word, which made Creville very helpless.

Just as Creville was about to give up eavesdropping, Haven's sudden shout startled him.

When he came to his senses, the hunting spear of Hail Star was already close at hand, and the killing aura released by the spear made Creville feel a stinging pain in his soul.

The warehouse only had time to draw the sword at his waist to defend himself. The epic weapon 'Twin Moon Shadows' was barely raised when the spear tip pressed against the blade of the Twin Moon Shadows.

The two weapons clashed with a piercing sound as Helsing's hunting spear grazed Creville's trapezius muscle, the murderous aura it carried tearing a deep groove into Creville's trapezius.

Blood gushed out like a fountain from the wound. If Creville hadn't instinctively tilted his head after years of fighting, that spear would have blown his head off.

The hunting spear, momentarily blocked, did not cease its pursuit of the target. With Creville's delay, Serena, sensing danger, instantly widened her eyes, and eight enormous light shields appeared directly in front of her.

The spear shattered upon striking the light shield like a stone hitting glass. Under Serena's control, after destroying five light shields in succession, the flight direction of the Hunting Spear was finally altered.

After an explosion, Frederick IV, lying on the ground, looked at the large crater a dozen meters behind him with a look of relief.

"So, Haven, how did you know?"

(End of this chapter)