Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 199 The Savior's Leather
A light rain began to fall from the sky, and the raindrops falling on the soil greatly reduced the stench of blood.

The rain quickly soaked Haven's hair, which fell in clumps onto his forehead. He looked at the spear in his hand, which had changed shape, and then at the werewolf lying on the ground.

Haven was momentarily confused about what was going on. In the final moments of his fight with the werewolf, the ordinary spear in his hand had transformed into the very spear he had just pulled from the altar.

When the werewolf Sindin saw the spear again, he was clearly momentarily distracted. It was this momentary distraction that allowed Havent to plunge the spear into the werewolf's chest.

In terms of sharpness and penetrability, this spear still demonstrates the powerful attack force it displayed in the rehearsal. It is unclear whether the werewolf Sindin disdained to use it when killing Frederick IV, or whether it had a different effect in Havent's hands.

After the spear pierced the werewolf's chest, a large cloud of blood mist instantly erupted from his back, mixed with fragments of internal organs and bits of flesh.

Even in his final moments, the werewolf Sindin stared intently at the spear in Havent's hand, his mouth seemingly trying to say something, but he fell to the ground without uttering a word.

The game ended in such a dramatic and somewhat absurd way. With a bit of uncertainty, Haven poked the werewolf's corpse with the tip of his spear. Unexpectedly, the spear was exceptionally sharp, and with a gentle poke, another bowl-sized hole appeared on the werewolf's back.

Having confirmed that the werewolf was dead, Haven was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Looking around, I didn't see any teleportation portal or anything like that. How am I supposed to leave? Is the trial not over yet?

Just as Havent was pondering, wisps of green light floated up from the werewolf Sindin's body, slowly converging to form a play of light and shadow.

Ah, what an interesting soul!

Startled by the sudden sound, Haven quickly looked up at the light and shadow. The light and shadow rapidly solidified, forming the shape of a deer.

"Don't be afraid, I brought you here. How do you feel after experiencing all of this?"

Watching the stag with its mouth opening and closing, Haven was initially shocked, but quickly adapted. After all, he already knew that a deity was involved, although he didn't quite understand why this deity had taken a liking to him.

"It's alright, but I'd like to know why you brought me here, and how I can get back?"

When asked by Haven, Guanglu did not answer directly, but instead changed the subject.

"Actually, you don't need to be too anxious. This is just a dream. If it's a dream, you'll wake up sooner or later. Let's take this opportunity to talk."

"A dream?"

Haven looked at the spurting blood on his shoulder. If this was a dream, it felt too real.

"Yes, a dream~~~~"

As he spoke, Guanglu's form changed again, transforming into the human-bodied, deer-antlered shape that Haven was familiar with.

"Let me introduce myself first. I am Helsing, the Demon God, the High Lord of the Hunt, and the father of the Beastmen."

"Of course, I prefer to call myself a hunter."

Although I was mentally prepared, hearing the other party admit to being a demon god still felt somewhat surreal. Are gods in this world so easy to meet? I've already seen the true forms of two gods.

Seeing that Helsing was looking at him, even though the other party said that this was a dream, if he acted too casually, the other party would be able to crush him more easily than crush an ant.

"My Lord, hello. My name is Havente Hyland. Um, it's nice to meet you."

Upon hearing Haven's words, the burly figure trembled violently as if he had heard something amusing.

Hahahahahahahaha~~~~

"A true strong person is one who learns to face their true self in any situation."

"You clearly don't want to see me, so there's no need to make it sound so forced."

Seeing that the other party had so ruthlessly exposed him, Haven felt a little embarrassed. What was wrong with these demons? Why did they like to expose other people's polite words so much, making people feel really awkward?

"Alright, let's stop joking around."

"Is this spear any good?"

Hearing Helsing's words, Haven couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly. What a nutcase! What you said didn't sound like a joke at all; it was so embarrassing it made him want to stomp his feet.

However, upon hearing the question, Haven instinctively raised the spear in his hand to take a look. This spear, which did not look fancy or conspicuous, had astonishing power.

"It's amazing and very useful."

Thinking of the scene where he killed Frederick IV in the rehearsal, and how he had just stabbed the werewolf Sindin to death with a spear, he couldn't help but nod in approval.

"The spear of grief and pity"

"Ok?"

Seeing the puzzled look in Haven's eyes, Helsing's phantom continued:
"The name of this spear, of course, is also acceptable for some of my followers to call it the Hunting Spear of Helsing."

However~~~~

Helsing's illusory figure suddenly changed his tone, as if boundless rage was rising within him.

"He is now a fake, a spear of grief and pity, my spear, which has been taken from my hands in a despicable way by a vile fellow."

Seeing the illusory figure of Helsing tremble violently with rage, Haven looked down again at the spear in his hand...

'Is it fake? If the fake one is this amazing, how amazing must the real one be?'

Just as Havent's mind was racing, the now-calm illusory figure of Helsing spoke again in a deep voice:

"This is a test of your abilities~~~~~"

"And you have now passed my test very well. In the face of the unknown, you have acted rationally and calmly enough, like a true hunter, lying in wait and hiding, and then striking a fatal blow at the best time."

"For a truly great hunter, surviving to the end and then successfully hunting and reaping the rewards is what is truly commendable. And being able to quickly adjust your mindset when facing necessary confrontations is a valuable quality."

Listening to the Hunting Lord's lengthy self-evaluation, Haven was momentarily confused. Was it the NPC's closing remarks after completing the game, or something else?
However, Haven soon realized the meaning behind the Demon Lord's words.

"I need to ask you to do something for me..."

This turn of events was both unexpected and perfectly logical. As Helsing uttered those words, Haven felt a sense of relief wash over him.

This tastes just right; otherwise, it would be too abnormal for me to be brought here for no reason and then be completely unharmed.

"What do you want me to do? I can't do anything too difficult."

Haverton habitually layered armor on himself first, though it was of little use.

“I made a bet with a guy that everyone hates, and that cunning guy has now set up another bet, and I need you to beat him.”

"me?"

Haven pointed to himself. "Excuse me, who is this annoying guy?"

Helsing's avatar seemed to be deep in thought. Facing the silent High Lord of the Hunt, Haven dared not urge him. After all, the other party was speaking to him politely now, but who knows what might anger him in the next moment and cause him to reach out and crush him to death.

"That guy..."

"He is the god of madness, an entity of unknown motives, symbolizing unrestrained and boundless imagination, ruling over madness, and his annihilating realm is known as the Isle of Terror. He is also the guardian of madmen and mad artists."

"He is the madman Shergra..."

Ok

Ok?
Um? ? ? ? ?
In an instant, a lot of question marks popped into Havent's mind. At that moment, Havent even wondered if he was hallucinating.

"The Mad God Shergra???"

"So he is a deity?"

"So you want me to become an adversary of a god? To win against him in the games he sets up???"

For a moment, Haven's little mind was filled with huge questions. This difficulty was even more outrageous than getting the carp spirit to kill Tang Sanzang and his disciples.

"Yes, he is indeed a god, but things are not as terrible as you imagine."

Helsing's projection seemed to realize that what he said might have been too outrageous and could easily frighten people. He quickly tried to backtrack.

"Although that madman Shelgra acts erratically and illogically, he respects the rules of the game. As long as you follow the rules, he will readily admit victory if you win. Don't worry about him using his powerful divine abilities to manipulate the game."

"On the contrary, he thoroughly enjoys the game, whether he wins or loses, he enjoys it very much, although he wins in the vast majority of cases."

Hearing Helsing's words, Haven couldn't help but swallow hard. Even so, winning a bet against the Demon God Organization seemed like a difficult task.

But Helsing's light and shadow did not intend to give Havet a choice; this was not a discussion or a request, but a unilateral notification.

You can interpret it as the demon god's appreciation of you. Of course, if you can't see it that way, and think it's the gods enslaving humanity, that's also perfectly acceptable.

However you look at it, this is something you can't refuse, nor can you refuse it.

"Alright, you should go back now. I'm very happy to see you this time. I look forward to your awakening soon, so that you can experience the joy of hunting."

Seeing that the other party had no intention of continuing the conversation, Haven, despite having many questions, ultimately chose to bury them deep in his heart.

After all, this Hunter Demon God doesn't seem as easy to talk to as Mora. Anyway, I haven't agreed to anything, so I'll just have to see what happens.

"By the way, I won't let you work for nothing.

There was a clang.

A skinning dagger appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground.

“Go and skin him; I’m sure you’ll enjoy the reward.”

"Huh? Huh???"

Haven felt he had been shocked countless times today, staring strangely at the light and shadow of Helsing.

How could this person be like this...?

They're supposed to be your followers, how can you just skin them alive like that? You're such an unreliable boss, how can anyone have a good ending following you?

However, Haven only dared to think these words in his heart and make some complaints, but he didn't dare to say them out loud.

"This……"

"You're too kind. There's no need for a souvenir. It wouldn't look very nice to peel off his skin and hang it at home. If you really want to give something, then just give me this."

As he spoke, he waved the fake Spear of Grief and Compassion in his hand toward the light and shadow of Helsing. After all, although this hunting spear was a fake, its power had been verified by himself.

Even if it's not a divine artifact, it should at least be a pseudo-divine artifact, which is much better than a tattered werewolf skin.

Hehehehe~

“Greedy and cunning little fellow, what you are experiencing now is what has already happened, and the operation of this dream is entirely supported by the energy contained in this spear of false grief and pity.”

"The energy this spear carries is about to run out, and it will become an ordinary spear."

Upon hearing Helsing's words, a look of disappointment flashed across Haven's face. After all, he had truly witnessed the power of the spear. If he were to take the spear, wouldn't he be able to walk around the capital with impunity?

"That……"

"Maybe I should just forget about it. I'll keep this knife; it looks pretty sharp."

Hahahahahahaha~

"It's up to you... You can decide whether you want to or not. You'll be back in ten minutes."

As the light and shadow of Helsing dissipated, Haven could clearly sense that the dream was rapidly becoming unstable.

The hunting spear in his hand seemed to be weathering away, with tiny fragments floating up from the shaft.

Looking at the spear that was destined to be lost, Haven regretfully planted it in the ground, then turned around, picked up the skinning knife, and looked at the werewolf Sindin's corpse.

A loud crashing sound of stones collapsing and hitting the ground followed.

The two Royal Griffin Knights who were clearing the tunnel entrance looked up.

"Sir? Are you alright?"

Haven stared at the now-ruined Helsing statue, a strange expression on his face.

"I'm fine, you guys keep going."

After responding to the two, Haven looked at the black leather armor in his hand with some disbelief.

"This……"

"This guy is really nice, so generous. Just for that reason, if I can win, I'll definitely play my best."

With a thought from Havent, the black leather armor flowed up her arm like water, and a few seconds later, it clung to her body like a black undershirt.

(End of this chapter)