King of the North: My Lord's Diary Weekly Summary

The Holy Servant clearly hadn't expected that Wayne would deliver himself to his bear beast.

The lines on his wrist flashed, and the brown bear let out a deafening roar, stood upright, and slammed its massive paw down toward Wayne.

That palm strike was enough to shatter a stone.

But instead of retreating, Wayne advanced.

The instant the bear's paw struck, he slid forward, passing between the bear's legs, while simultaneously raising his right hand with his longsword—

"puff!"

The sword blade sliced ​​through the bear's belly, and dark red blood gushed out.

The brown bear let out a painful roar, but its movements did not stop.

It turned around, and its other paw swept across.

"clang!"

Ronald arrived just in time and blocked the attack with the blade of his sword.

But he was so shaken that he slid back several meters, and the web of his right hand holding the sword was torn open, with blood gushing out.

"This beast is even stronger than Juto!"

Ronald gritted his teeth and said.

Wayne got up and looked at the wound on the brown bear's abdomen.

Instead of flowing normally, the dark red blood caused the dark red patterns on its body to glow, and the wound shrank at a visible speed.

"They can repair themselves."

Wayne's heart sank.

It can't be killed, and it can't be outlasted.

unless……

Wayne's gaze fell once more on the Holy Servant.

The man remained standing in the same spot, the lines on his wrist glowing steadily, a calm smile on his face.

He was enjoying the hunt.

"His control must be broken."

But how do I interrupt it?

Those patterns are clearly the manifestation of some kind of extraordinary power; ordinary attacks would probably be ineffective.

Unless you fight with power of equal strength.

For example... the frost energy of the Frosty Raven bloodline?

Wayne looked at his left hand.

When I used the ice claws to "calm" Juto just now, I did suppress that scarlet energy briefly.

Maybe we can do it again.

But the distance is too far, and he needs to contact the other person.

Three blood wolves guarded the holy attendant.

"Ronald."

Wayne quickly said, "Hold this bear back."

Ronald glanced at his broken right hand and nodded.

He let out a low growl, pointed his sword at the giant bear, and charged forward. The giant bear seemed to sense the threat and roared as it pounced straight at Ronald.

Ronald's eyes narrowed, and he quickly retreated to the side and rear, leading the giant bear away from the main battlefield.

Of course, this could also be something the Holy Attendant did intentionally.

At the same time, Wright led his men to meet the onrushing blood rabbits and wolves, and a fierce battle ensued.

Now, standing between Wayne and the Holy Servants are only the three blood wolves, spread out in a fan shape, their throats rumbling with low, threatening growls.

The holy servant fiddled with his hands, the crimson runes on his wrists glowing slightly, as if he were finely controlling some ability of the beast horde.

Wayne took a deep breath, and the frost raven glands in his chest began to throb faster, sending icy energy through his limbs.

He made the first move!

Wayne's figure suddenly rushed forward, but not in a straight line. Instead, he drew a strange zigzag line, heading straight for the slightly impatient blood wolf on the far left.

This choice was unexpected; the gap between the Blood Wolf and the Holy Servant on the left side seemed to be the largest.

The alerts from the journal exploded almost simultaneously!

September 4th, Arthurian calendar 324.

You served the first cold dish of winter.

Wayne charged forward relentlessly, but just as the wolf's claws were about to touch his neck, his body fell backward.

He plunged his sword into the ground with his right hand to stop himself, while his ice claws silently materialized in his left hand, which he then flicked upwards!

"laugh--!"

Accompanied by painful whimpers, dark red beast blood was splattered on the snow.

Having landed a successful blow, Wayne didn't hesitate. Facing the blood wolf that had been waiting to devour him, he moved like a prophet.

Wayne threw his sword away with his right hand, slammed it on the ground, rolled over, dodged the attack, and then slammed the ground again to get up!

[Left back, lumbar spine!]

[Right side, calf!]

Wayne was on edge.

He seemed to be dancing on a knife's edge, each movement precisely teetering on the edge of death.

He pushed the agility granted by his Frosty Raven bloodline to its limit, and with the information provided by his notes, he managed to carve out a gap amidst the continuous attacks of the three-headed blood wolves!

Rolling, shifting to the side, stopping abruptly, changing direction abruptly... his movements lacked the elegance of aristocratic swordsmanship, yet were full of efficiency and lethality as if anticipating the enemy's moves.

However, Wayne's repeated fatal attacks only made the blood patterns on the Holy Servant even dimmer—it only temporarily caused the Blood Wolf's life force to be insufficient, temporarily reducing its mobility!

Therefore, the Ice Claws were no longer the primary offensive weapon, but merely a means for Vayne to incidentally injure Blood Wolf during his repeated dodges.

Twenty meters...ten meters...three meters!

The distance between him and the holy attendant kept shrinking amidst extremely dangerous dodges and charges!

The composure on the Holy Servant's face finally vanished; he hadn't expected Wayne to break through the encirclement of the three blood wolves in this way.

The runes on his wrist shone brightly with blood-red light, as if he were trying to forcefully command the beast horde to retreat and defend!

But Wayne had already seized this fleeting opportunity!

But just as Wayne finally seized the opportunity during the two blood wolves' attack, and suddenly charged forward to the moment when there was no longer any obstacle between him and the Holy Servant—

The holy servant's expression turned into a sinister grin!

He did not retreat, but instead formed his right hand into a claw, which was wreathed in bloody light, and took the initiative to grab at Wayne!

The speed was terrifying; Wayne, who was rushing forward, had absolutely no time to dodge!

September 4th, Arthurian calendar 324.

Having finally reached the Holy Servant, you had no time to react to his claw strike!

"Unfortunately, this message is from several seconds ago!"

The Holy Servant felt his hand being blocked by something hard, followed by an icy chill—even the blood energy he used to kill Wayne was completely blocked!

He had no idea that beneath Wayne's leather armor was a layer of ice armor made with most of the ice energy!

Before the servant's sinister grin could change, a grayish-white flash appeared on Wayne's right hand.

[Bloodline Ex vivo reagent: By injecting the reagent into any part of the body, all acquired bloodlines in the body will be lost after a period of time]

This is... Wayne's killer move!

A test tube instantly disappeared into the servant's arm!

Wayne pressed him down completely in an instant!

"Do you know...?"

My journal tells me that after making this decision, I won't die!

These were Wayne's true feelings. The Holy Servant would never have the chance to know why Wayne was so shrewd and able to anticipate the enemy's moves so well!

"Ugh—!!"

The holy servant let out a bloodcurdling scream that was utterly inhuman!

The glowing crimson runes on his right arm dimmed suddenly, like stains erased by an eraser.

"No! My power! What have you done?!"

The holy servant was terrified and staggered backward, no longer able to maintain control over any of the war beasts.

He was utterly desperate—you see, his close-combat skills were originally even stronger than Blood Wolf's!

With the opponent's bizarre attack, he couldn't even react to Wayne's next move!

"puff……"

The moment the head was severed from the body, the holy servant's sinister expression suddenly changed!

At the same time, the situation on the battlefield changed drastically!

The monsters went berserk, tearing at everything around them—soldiers, comrades, even the snow.

Wayne's forces suffered further casualties—but in return, they created a huge opening for the blood beasts...

……

He won.

But the cost was heavy.

Ronald suffered a severe injury to his right arm, Wright sustained multiple wounds, and nearly half of the cavalry and villagers were killed or wounded.

but……

Wayne looked at the palm of his left hand.

The checkout screen has finally appeared!!