Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 208 I remember you

"White Lion Armor!!! Combine!"

As the spikes appeared in front of Havent, a layer of black, gelatinous substance suddenly emerged from the surface of Havent's body, like thick black asphalt, and quickly spread throughout Havent's entire body.

The next moment, Haven was encased in a full set of pure black leather armor, and a very realistic lion's head quickly materialized on his chest, with long white fur extending from his chest to his shoulders like a lion's mane.

Dang~~~
With a metallic clang, Haven's fighting sword just managed to block the black-clad assassin's piercing blade. Surprisingly, the black-clad assassin, despite his slender and tall appearance, possessed extraordinary explosive power.

Caught off guard, Haven was sent flying by the blow, and with a cracking sound, his body slammed heavily against a wooden shelf beside him.

"Cough...cough..."

Having struggled down from the wooden shelf, Haven coughed twice. The opponent's attack had probably made him realize the difference in strength between the two sides. In the current situation, a direct confrontation was obviously not very practical.

"I think we should call it a day. You've achieved your goal, and I've gotten the answer I wanted. How about we each take a step back and go our separate ways?"

Clearly hurt by Haven's words, the black-clad assassin didn't respond this time. Only a pair of cold eyes were visible above his head, which was tightly covered by a hood, and the cold glint in those eyes seemed even more chilling.

Watching the razor-like spikes twirling in the black-clad assassin's hand, Haven felt a headache coming on. Girls these days are just too forward. He'd already said no, and his family wouldn't allow it, but she still insisted. Honestly...
“I believe that as an organized and disciplined assassin, following the rules is a virtue. You have now cleaned up the mess and it’s time for you to go back.”

For Vera, who had been learning to kill since birth, her first mission assigned by her mother was not a smooth experience or memory. After all, for an assassin, being criticized and lectured by a colleague who does the same type of work is a very annoying thing, especially since this colleague who does the same type of work is not so harmonious with her own camp.

Faced with this infuriating and embarrassing situation, Vera's current thought was simple: kill him to silence him. That way, no one would know how ridiculous her first mission was. Besides, this guy was a lot of rambling and annoying; killing him wouldn't be a big deal.

"You talk too much nonsense~~~~"

As Vera's cold words fell, her slender, thin figure became blurred again.

Having prepared this time, Haven unleashed his full mental power in the face of the vanished black-clad assassin. Suddenly, as if sensing something, he leaped out to the side.

The next moment, the dark, angular blade stabbed towards the spot where Haven had jumped away. Then, Vera's figure slowly emerged. Vera was quite shocked that her opponent had avoided her full-force attack. After all, this kind of assassin's movement was all about stealth and surprise.

Unexpectedly, Vera's calm expression changed as she turned to look at Havent, who had jumped away.

Under Vera's gaze, Haven's chest suddenly swelled up, and then a transparent halo visible to the naked eye flew towards him.

'Voice, Sloth, Da'

The Unyielding Force blew Vera, whose form had just solidified, directly against the wall. The powerful force pressed Vera firmly against the wall, rendering her unable to move. After a few seconds, as the Unyielding Force's power was exhausted, Vera's body slid off the wall, staring at Haven in shock.

"See, I already said we should just do our own thing. You insist on starting a fight, which is not good for anyone."

Vera, who had slid down the wall, held the thorns horizontally in front of her. Her eyes, no longer cold, became unusually serious.

"Who are you."

It's unclear whether Havent's dragon roar destroyed Vera's voice disguise or what, but the cold, emotionless voice from before was gone, replaced by a cool and sweet female voice.

"Huh? It really is a woman?"

"Who I am doesn't matter. Just think of me as a little calf being fleeced."

"Look, the noise we're making has already attracted people outside, and you can't kill me anyway. How about we each back down?"

Hearing the sparse sounds coming from outside, Haven could clearly see the assassin girl's brows furrow. With the blessing of the Eye of the Truth, Haven saw countless tiny black lines gathering towards the assassin girl's body.

"You really are something else."

Before Haven could finish speaking, the assassin girl's attack came again.

thud

Haven's body crashed through the thin wooden wall and flew out. Under everyone's gaze, Haven got up from the dust and rubble, a hint of astonishment flashing through his mind.

If it weren't for the sturdiness of this leather armor, I'm afraid I would have been riddled with three to six holes.

The assassin girl Vera was equally shocked, after all, she had used all her strength in this Shadow Combo, but she still hadn't been able to cause any damage to her opponent.

Using his fighting sword to support himself as he stood up, Haven's mask and helmet disappeared under his mental control.

Having taken several heavy blows, Haven's expression was clearly not good, and he looked at the assassin girl with some anger.

"Let me tell you, my patience has its limits. If you leave now, I'll pretend we never met."

"If you lay a hand on me again, I won't be so polite."

The assassin girl, who stepped out of the large hole smashed by Havent, looked at the boy in front of her, who looked to be about the same age as her, with a puzzled expression. The touch from the blade was very strange, as if it had been stuck in the skin of a high-level magical beast. The toughness was very puzzling.

But if I were to leave so easily, it would become a trivial matter that would constantly disturb my thoughts.

"Hehehe~~~ I'll leave once I kill you."

Looking at this incredibly stubborn assassin, Haven couldn't help but feel speechless. How could he be so inflexible?
The next second, Haven's body bent slightly, and he twirled his fighting sword in a beautiful flourish.

His body crouched slightly, like a lion about to launch an attack.

Sensing the killing intent emanating from Haven, Vera dared not be too careless and also slightly lowered her body to prepare for a counterattack.

Under the watchful eyes of the tavern waiter who rushed over, the two confronting figures suddenly vanished, followed by a series of crackling metallic sounds.

Soon, the onlookers stopped laughing; the aftershocks of the fight quickly reached them.

A guy with a face full of acne scars covered his bulging eye sockets and said to the guy next to him who was also covering his nose:
"Who is this person? What's going on?"

The waiter, whose nose looked as if it had been broken by a flying piece of wood, replied in a muffled voice:
"How would I know? But didn't the boss just take a troublemaker inside? Where's the boss?" The guy with acne scars poked his head out from behind the cargo box, looked around a couple of times, and then quickly pulled his head back in.

"I don't know, but it seems like they came out of the boss's room. There's a big hole in the wall over there. Shall we go take a look?"

"Damn it, what are you looking at? If you want to look, go ahead and look. I don't dare go over there."

The man whose nose had been broken tore a strip of cloth from his clothes and stuffed it into his nostril to stop the bleeding.

The commotion from the fight reached the tavern's main hall, where customers stopped what they were doing and gathered around to watch. For these unemployed people, any excitement was worth watching, even if it involved some danger.

"Who are you."

Vera, crouching high on the wooden crate, was breathing slightly, and when she looked at Haven again, her eyes were filled with deep fear.

Regardless of the reason, he had been stabbed in the abdomen and arm, while the guy who was spouting nonsense, though in a sorry state, had not been injured by his attacks.

However, if Havent knew what the other party was thinking, he could only say that his imagination was very harmful. If it weren't for the Savior's leather's excellent defensive system, he would have been stabbed several times. Even now, the places where he was stabbed by the thorns still hurt a lot. If he took off his clothes, he would probably be covered in bruises.

"Who am I? I'm the man you can't have."

Hearing Haven say such baseless things again, Vera raised an eyebrow, and was about to continue her attack when the tavern's wooden door was suddenly flung open.

A group of people in uniform walked in. Soldiers wearing light half-body alloy armor quickly surrounded the entire Rotten Mushroom Tavern. The leader was a middle-aged man with a thick beard.

"Seal off all entrances and exits. Also, everyone, put your hands on your heads and squat down now. Those who don't cooperate will suffer the consequences."

The middle-aged man's shoes, with steel plates embedded in the soles, made a clattering sound on the tavern's wooden floor. As the sound grew closer, the two men facing off couldn't help but turn their heads to look.

However, Vera only glanced at the newcomer before the figure blurred and disappeared, it was unclear whether he had left or gone into hiding.

As Havent sized up the man who appeared to be in charge, the middle-aged man was also sizing up Havent, who was dressed in black leather armor.

The next moment, the sound of a blade scraping against its sheath rang out, and the middle-aged man drew his Imperial Type IV officer's sword from his waist, pointing it at Haven.

"Put down your weapons and kneel down!"

Haven was momentarily stunned when he saw the middle-aged man suddenly yelling at him.

"Huh? What?"

"Put down your weapons and kneel on the ground. This is the last warning. Someone has reported that there is a disturbance and disorder here."

Haven looked back again and, seeing that there was no one behind him, pointed to himself.

"Are you talking to me?"

The middle-aged man, as the patrol captain of this area, was extremely familiar with the local underworld and legitimate forces. He was highly flattered by everyone and had long since developed the air of a domineering old man.

As a result, this brat who doesn't know what's good for him has repeatedly defied my will. No matter what happens later, I'll first charge this kid with arrest and throw him in jail for a while.

Just as the impatient middle-aged man was about to walk over and teach Haven a lesson, a gasp from his subordinate interrupted him.

"Boss... Boss... Oh no, Marigloyan is dead, dead."

The middle-aged man's expression immediately soured at his subordinate's words. He had rushed over to support that old dog, Marigro Yang, but the old man was dead. This made him feel terrible, since the old man had been providing him with ten gold coins every month as an extra income.

The agitated middle-aged man roared like an enraged beast:
"Damn it, damn it, who is it?! Who is it?!"

At the middle-aged man's angry roar, Russell, who was squatting by the table, tremblingly raised his hand.

"My lord, Captain Hollos, I know who he is."

The middle-aged man, referred to as Hollos, turned his head and saw Russell, his face bruised and swollen, squatting on the ground and waving at him in a comical manner.

"Oh? You know who it is?"

Seeing Hollos looking at him, Russell humbly stood up, then gave Havent a sinister look.

"It's him, sir, it's him."

Russell pointed with his finger, which had been swollen like a small bun by Haven.

"Captain Hollos, that's him. I was just playing a few rounds with some friends when this guy joined in. He won all our money and accused me of cheating, and even beat me up."

As he spoke, he lifted his bruised face to show Holos, proving that what he said was true.

"Then Boss Marigolo Yang called this kid away and said he needed to give this guy an explanation. You can ask other people if you don't believe me; they can all testify to it."

Captain Hollos glanced around at the waiters and customers squatting on the ground, and after receiving confirmation from their eyes, he became even more furious.

"Damn it, damn it, how dare he kill a good citizen of the Empire! Arrest him!"

From the moment Russell stood up to testify against him, Haven's expression became intriguing. He had just been wondering why the security patrol had appeared so precisely after he and the female assassin had only been fighting for a short while. In a normal storyline, shouldn't they only appear after the criminals have left?

It turns out someone had called for their protector, but the protector was just a little slow to arrive.

Seeing the security patrol officers surrounding him, Haven reached out and pinned the badge of the Eighth Intelligence Division onto his armor.

"Holos, is that right?!"

I'll remember you!!!
What does it mean to point a sword at me? Are you planning a rebellion?!

(End of this chapter)