My mod ruined the otherworldly art style.

In an attempt to escape his current predicament, he tried to look around.

They were trying to find hope for a comeback.

After looking around, it turned out there was no one nearby at all.

They were all hundreds of meters away.

Even the leaders and gang leaders who had been previously overlooked had quietly disappeared.

We are now in a state of isolation and helplessness.

"Hehehe, beauty, where are you trying to escape to?"

The second-in-command lunged forward and grabbed Cyril's legs.

They climbed up along the other person's legs.

The increasingly close touch, and the second-in-command's sinister makeup at this moment.

The city guard commander, powerless to resist, let out a desperate sob.

"Get out, get out of here!!!"

"Don't come any closer! I'm warning you! Don't come any closer!"

"Otherwise, I will definitely kill you."

Cyril, on the verge of a mental breakdown, fought back fiercely.

He couldn't understand why this disgusting guy still had strength when they were both exhausted.

Could it be that the other party is hiding something?

That's so despicable.

In fact, the second-in-command was full of energy at this time.

It was entirely due to the influence of the "Eight Characters Curse: Burning with Desire".

Under the influence of this curse, the second-in-command is burning with lust, exhausting his life force.

My mind is filled with embarrassing thoughts.

It will not change even if it is attacked.

It was this unwavering determination that led him to become entangled with Cyril, the leader of the Ironbloods.

As their faces drew closer and closer...

As Cyril lay on the ground, he could clearly feel the heavy breathing.

A mixture of various odors causing bad breath.

The smell made his eyes water.

He wanted to push the other person away, but the face seemed to grow larger as reflected in his pupils.

Tears of resentment and humiliation streamed down his face.

It nourished the parched land.

A strong feeling of suffocation crept into my chest.

This caused the oxygen-deprived brain to flash through a revolving lantern of its entire life.

I remember when he was seven years old, he got into a fight with someone to protect a bag of rye.

He nearly died at the hands of the other party.

Fortunately, he was rescued by a passing knight who taught him the way of justice.

Therefore, he diligently practiced swordsmanship.

He finally joined the city guard reserve battalion at the age of 15.

He began to distinguish himself at the age of 20 and was formally enlisted in the city guard.

He became the city guard commander at the age of 30 and was awarded the title of reserve knight by the administrator.

This means they've already stepped halfway into the ranks of the nobility.

Now at 35, I'm at the peak of my life.

However, a major change occurred.

Can he... still live up to the title of knight?

Cyril, questioning himself, dug his fingers deep into the soil.

The feeling of resentment overcame the humiliation.

The lost fighting spirit slowly returned.

Things that had been troubling me before are now becoming clearer in my thinking.

The so-called knight,

How could it be tarnished by a little setback?

True justice will not be altered by physical insults.

Instead, it serves as a wake-up call etched into our hearts.

I constantly remind myself to uphold my beliefs and never forget my original aspirations.

As long as this belief is not lost, then one is a knight.

boom!!

Cyril in the middle of the street suddenly underwent a strange change.

His body began to absorb a large amount of magical elements from the surroundings.

The powerful wind pressure sent the second-in-command, who had been groping her, flying.

It instantly restored his consciousness:

"Holy crap!! What happened? What just occurred?"

"Do I feel like I'm molesting that blond man?"

As he flew backward, he seemed to remember something, and his expression turned as if he had eaten shit.

He started retching violently.

I still have lingering fears about the side effects of the Beijing people supporting me.

This ultimate move is definitely not something to be used casually.

Unless you're prepared to die together with them.

After he fell heavily to the ground,

Not far away, Cyril was being frantically nourished by magical elements...

The exhausted body was quickly filled.

A power unique to the Bronze rank began to manifest in Cyril's body.

He clenched his fist, his heart filled with a mixture of emotions, including anger.

The complexity lies in the fact that one's reputation may be ruined, but one has achieved a breakthrough in level.

Anger is the enemy's filth and depravity, utterly defiling the sacred battle and the knight's honor.

So whether it's for duty or for honor.

Both need to be captured and handed over to the magistrate for trial.

Thinking of this,

He walked to the broken sword and pulled out the shattered sword.

He walked straight toward the second-in-command.

With each step taken, the blade is repaired by the metallic elements.

It quickly became as good as new.

This is a new skill that Cyril learned after advancing to the Bronze rank.

Its name is: [Forging Oath].

Metal items can be temporarily repaired by consuming the magic power within the body.

Once repaired, it can continue to be repaired as long as the supply of magic power remains.

However, once the magic is disconnected, the weapon and armor will be completely destroyed.

This is a powerful skill for sustained combat.

It's perfect for him.

"Sinner, tell me where your accomplices are hiding, and why you caused a disturbance in Iron Rock City."

Cyril pressed his foot against the second-in-command's chest, placing the sharp sword in his hand directly at the man's throat.

His tone was icy and filled with murderous intent.

If it weren't for upholding the code of chivalry, I would have killed this villain with a single sword stroke long ago.

The second-in-command, whose body ached all over, smiled disdainfully at this.

"Hahaha, you want to know the answer? I think you're dreaming."

"If you hadn't broken through, you'd be in a much worse situation right now."

"It's probably even louder than the nightingale in Velvet Rose."

He winked at her as he spoke.

Cyril, who had been keeping a serious face all along, almost lost his temper again.

"Enough, I don't want to hear your nonsense. The interrogator will let you talk."

"Believe me, they always have a way."

The city guard commander spoke slowly and deliberately, his words carrying a strong sense of threat.

Unfortunately, he chose the wrong target.

Bald Wu Di wasn't buying it.

He fell to the ground and crashed directly into the sharp blade at his neck.

He slit his own throat with the enemy's weapon.

A gush of fresh blood shot out.

It splashed all over Cyril's face like a fountain.

"you........"

"He even committed suicide rather than reveal his comrades' location; at least he had some chivalry."

"It's admirable."

Looking at the bald man who was about to die, Cyril felt a sense of loss.

It felt like punching cotton.

Unable to truly vent.

But there's a saying that goes, "It is better to die a good death."

Therefore, adhering to his chivalric code, he still gave his approval.

But this affirmation was not accepted by the second-in-command.

In his final moments, he extended a middle finger, spitting out blood and foam, and grinned.

"Cough cough cough........"

"To hell with your chivalry... I don't care."

"However... the taste of your skin is... more exciting than that of the Velvet Rose women."

"This wave... I made a killing..."

Wu Di's pupils gradually dilated, but his face showed a triumphant expression.

He achieved the goal he had just set for himself.

That is, to disgust the other person thoroughly before dying.

Although there's not much left to see,

But the roar from Cyril could be clearly heard:

"You vile maggot! How dare you sully the honor of knighthood with your filthy lips!"

Even if you fall into the deepest abyss of hell, your soul will be judged forever!

Cyril's angry voice echoed throughout the street.

The onlookers were so frightened that they all backed away.

Only the guards responsible for maintaining order on the perimeter quickly returned and began to help their fallen comrade.