Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 53 A Descent from the Sky (Please continue reading)

"Little Lori, I'll hold them off. You need to keep running, don't stop. Miss Lina will be watching over you from heaven."

Seeing the masked man approaching step by step, Simoya gritted his teeth, pulled out the arrow stuck in his leg, drew the short sword from his waist, and went to meet him. Amid the old steward's roar, Lori ran into the depths of the jungle with tears in his eyes, but before he had run a few steps, a figure crashed into a tree trunk.

Startled by the sudden turn of events, Lori stared blankly at the figure leaning against the tree trunk. The old butler's right arm had been severed in half, and his left hand was covering the intestines that were slipping out of the wound.

"Run! Young Master Lori, run! Don't look at me!"

But urged on by Simonya, the little boy, though trembling with fear, forcefully wiped the tears from his cheeks and raised his hand to shield the old butler.

"You are not allowed to hurt Grandpa Simona!"

Seeing the small figure standing in front of him, the heavily injured Simoya collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face.

Seeing the little boy glaring at them menacingly, the masked men burst into unrestrained laughter. The leader of the masked men looked at Lori and sneered.

"Oh! Our little baron has a lot of backbone. So what are you going to do?"

Oh dear~ I remember now, our little baron is a noble mage, I'm so scared!

Hearing their boss's taunts, the masked men burst into another fit of wild laughter.

“Kill the old one, and cut off the young one’s head to take back to the madam.”

At the command of the masked leader, two masked henchmen, each holding a knife, walked towards the master and servant.

The little boy, watching the masked man approach step by step, gritted his teeth to stop himself from trembling, and raised his hands to recall the spells in the magic book his father had given him.
"Fireball Technique!!!"

But because the little boy was extremely nervous, he mispronounced the magic incantation, and only a wisp of black smoke rose. Just as Lori was watching in despair as the masked man with a knife walked towards him, a powerful force pushed him down from behind.

'Voice, Sloth, Da'

Two masked henchmen were blown away by the powerful gust of air. Seeing the sudden turn of events, the masked leader quickly raised his sword and looked into the depths of the smoke.

"The security situation in England is indeed a big problem. In broad daylight, under the clear sky, while people are eating hot pot and singing, someone robs them!"

Hearing the sounds coming from the smoke, the masked leader held his sword across his chest, preparing for battle, and squinted at the figures that were faintly visible in the smoke.

As the smoke slowly dissipated, Haven's gaunt figure emerged, gripping a longsword in his right hand and glaring fiercely at the masked man.

The masked leader, who looked like a young boy, laughed angrily and glared at Haven standing beside the two men, saying viciously...
"Okay~ okay~ okay~"
Today is truly extraordinary. What day is it? Kid, you want to be a hero? I'll grant your wish, get on it!

At the command of the masked leader, his masked men brandished their weapons and swarmed forward. Seeing the masked men charging towards him, Haven raised his left hand and gently touched his face.

"Too many evil deeds have been committed today. I wish you all an early release from this cycle of suffering! Skuyomi!"

Having charged up his power, Haven charged toward the masked man like a cannonball. In a single exchange, he dodged the descending sword, the blade grazing the masked man's abdomen before he quickly rolled away to avoid the hammer that came crashing down.

"five!"

Seeing his men fall, the masked leader roared and charged forward, brandishing his sword. Facing the attack, Havel nimbly swayed left and right, dodging the leader's blows. His grey-blue eyes met the leader's for a moment, and in that instant, a knee strike landed on the masked leader's groin. The leader collapsed to the ground like a boiled shrimp. "Next."

Seeing their leader fall to the ground, the remaining masked men brandished their weapons and charged toward Havent, intending to rescue their boss.

Facing the men charging fiercely, Haven's eyes flashed with a cold light. He delivered a quick double thrust to the masked man at the front. The masked man, who had instinctively raised his wooden shield, could not withstand the powerful force coming from his arm and fell to the ground with a thud.

Using the force of the recoil, he twisted to dodge the hammer, then turned around and the blade flashed, sending a head flying high into the air.

The masked man, splattered with blood, froze on the spot. Haven, spinning back, swung his sword again, sending the second head flying high into the air.

"Four, Three"

The masked man sitting on the ground with his shield was terrified by the scene before him. He quickly backed away, but Havel had been taught from a young age not to be merciful to his enemies. He took three steps at a time and chased after him. He kicked the masked man's wooden shield away, and his longsword swept past. The latter lay on the grass, clutching his neck in resentment.

"two"

Seeing that the masked man had fallen silent, Haven stood there and let out a long breath, flicking the blood off his longsword before turning and walking toward the masked leader.

The masked leader, clutching his groin, watched as his men were dealt with so quickly, and hastily raised a hand to beg for mercy from Haven, who was approaching.
"This hero, this warrior, I too was acting on someone else's orders."

Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Spare my life, and I'll tell you who the mastermind is!
Really, please let me go, please let me go, just pretend none of this happened.

Seeing the masked leader, tears streaming down his face as death loomed, Haven shook his head mercilessly.
"No, when you kill others, you must be prepared to be killed yourself. Don't be afraid, you must learn to face it bravely!"

Before the masked leader could say anything more, Haven's longsword had already been drawn.
"One"

With the final blow completed, Haven surveyed the battlefield. The masked man whose belly he had first slashed lay motionless in a pool of blood. He sheathed his sword and walked toward the master and servant.

"Are you guys okay?"

Seeing the old butler's exposed intestines, Haven realized he might have asked the wrong question and quickly corrected himself.
"You are safe now. I have dealt with the bandits."

Simona looked at the boy crouching in front of him, his eyes shining brightly.
“Young man, I remember you. Thank you so much. Lori was a good boy; he shouldn’t have died in the nobles’ pointless infighting. May I ask you for a favor, Lord Will?”

Seeing the old man's left hand gripping his arm tightly, Haven scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Do you want me to send him back? But I'm in a hurry to get to the capital!"

"No! Lord Will, little Lori cannot go back, or he will only face death. I think... cough... I think you should continue to take little Lori to the capital to study. Only in that way will he be safe."

Hearing the old butler's words, Haven was momentarily stunned. "Keep leading him!" He looked up and met the eyes of the little boy standing behind the old butler. Having survived a life-or-death ordeal, the little boy was no longer so timid, staring intently at Haven.

"Please, Lord Will!"

Watching Simona slowly close her eyes, Haven felt utterly overwhelmed.

"Hey, don't die yet! I haven't agreed yet. Besides, how are you going to pay me the commission?"

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