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Chapter 85 Valyrian Steel Sword, Night Falls!

Outside Haijiang City, the battlefield between the Iron People and the Sanhe People.

"The sea monster is dead!"

"The sea monster is dead!"

"Dark Knight! Dark Knight!"

The cavalrymen shouted slogans that shook the entire field.

Upon hearing this news, Maren Greyjoy and Horace Harlow, who were already locked in a fierce battle, were stunned and had no way to escape.

"What? The young master is dead?"

"Forget it, let's run." Upon hearing that things were going badly, the longship Iron Clan, who was still on the sea, rowed away.

Forget about camaraderie; running away is the more practical thing to do.

For longships, with bows on both sides, they could escape without even turning around.

These iron-producing groups that traveled by ship were also very unethical, leaving without warning. Most of the iron-producing groups that couldn't get on board were completely lost beneath the walls of the coastal city.

Rodrik Greyjoy, the eldest son of Balon and heir to the Iron Islands, is dead beyond dead.

They rushed into it, and died in a daze.

His head was impaled on a spear as a trophy.

Those who died alongside the little sea monster were its guards and followers who charged forward with it.

Baron's first rebellion killed his own father, and his second killed his own son and nephew, but Baron probably wouldn't care much about these people.

"Just pretend I never had these."

Rodrik Greyjoy's team was the first to be wiped out, and the Greyjoy family's golden sea monster banner was carelessly thrown on the ground and trampled on.

The Mikawa knights, clad in yellow or purple robes, charged back and forth like venomous snakes, slaying and killing the Tetsuya. The earthen slope was littered with the corpses of the fallen Tetsuya.

"Kill the sea monster! Kill the sea monster!"

"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

"Kill the sea monsters and cut off their heads." The bloodthirsty Mikawa cavalry showed no mercy; they just killed them all.

"Spare me!"

"Ransom! We'll pay the ransom!" One of the Ironborn soldiers, on the verge of collapse, tried to beg for mercy, but no one responded.

I hate it, I absolutely hate it.

The Mikawa Knights forced the Ironborn to continue fighting until they were killed.

In the Seven Kingdoms, no one doesn't despise the Ironborn, who are like vermin, burning, killing, and looting.

Iron type's advantage lies in surprise attacks, using ships on the water to engage in collision deck battles, grabbing a piece of loot and then running away.

Letting them fight the knights head-on is like strangling the Ironborn.

These men had few warhorses and their armor was weaker.

Since it's a war, then it's a zero-summons situation where you kill me and I kill you.

"Kill them all clean, and they'll be sent to meet their god." Arthur had no intention of being polite to such lowly creatures as the Iron Islands.

"I'm going to get my other piece of loot," Arthur said to Rosso and the others.

Horace was not dead yet, and he was still wielding his famous "Nightfall" with great force.

Arthur wouldn't hold back against that Valyrian steel sword, which was as dark and smoky as smoke.

"Roderick!" Maren Greyjoy's strength was no match for his brother Roderick, and his bond with his brother wasn't as deep.

He only saw that his brother had died and that longships were fleeing one after another.

The raiders who landed had nowhere to escape, and they themselves were in grave danger.

"Don't get distracted, Maren, your opponent is me!" Count Jason smiled coldly, then thrust his longsword out like a viper's tongue.

The two fought on horseback at first, then dismounted and engaged in foot combat.

Maren was also a young adult, relying on his courage and fighting spirit.

Unfortunately, his opponent was too cunning. Count Jason was the king of slashers in the Riverlands, and his combat experience far surpassed that of Maren.

Seeing Arthur achieve the honor of slaying Baron's heir, Earl Jason was not willing to fall behind.

Count Jason's swordplay was precise and precise, and Maren began to struggle to keep up.

On the other side, the battlefield is between Sir Lucas and Horace Harlow.

"Rodrick." Heras grew increasingly agitated and anxious as the fight progressed.

Rodrik is dead, and Horace's followers are falling one by one. It seems he's going to be trapped here too.

Rodrik was his good friend, and not much older than Horace, but Horace had no time to grieve for his friend, as he was now in dire straits himself.

"Come and fight me! Isn't the Dane family of the Greenlands the most heroic knightly family?" Horace attacked with a swift sword, thinking that Valyrian steel was invincible, but he had met the seasoned veteran, Sir Lucas.

Ser Lucas Dayne is very familiar with Dawn, and he is probably one of the few people in the Seven Kingdoms who understands the characteristics of famous swords.

So Sir Lucas and Sir Horace began to fight seriously.

"You're too young, child. My sword is older than you." Lucas kept a safe distance from Horace, preventing Horace from striking with full force.

Iron-type sword techniques are often only scratched the surface and are deflected mid-air.

This way, even if the longsword is chipped by Valyrian steel, it won't break.

"Coward!" Horace cursed, his voice trembling with rage.

It's like putting effort into hitting a marshmallow; you can't actually chop it with all your might.

"Stop cursing, kid. Your opponent isn't me," Sir Lucas said calmly, then waited for the real challenger to arrive.

Horace's face darkened. He had become someone else's whetstone for training, had he? Unfortunately, he was powerless to escape.

"Your opponent is me too, Sir Horace." Arthur, riding up on horseback, smiled slightly, his radiant smile blending with the coldness of a warrior.

Heras's army was also wiped out, leaving only Heras and a few others to put up a last-ditch resistance.

"You!" Horace took a deep breath and saw Rosso Brun and the others following behind Arthur, with Rodrik's head stuck in their spears.

"You killed Rodrik! Impossible, he was a giant." Horace's eyes were about to burst; he couldn't believe his friend had died so tragically.

Rodrik, who was joking with himself, was going to become the second warrior of Baron.

Heras felt like he couldn't breathe.

Sunlight shone on Arthur Hoan's black armor, the Dark Knight.

Black armor, yellow robe, and a helmet with bat wings.

Nine black bats flew around Arthur's yellow robe, their light stinging Horace's eyes.

The arrogant and powerful sea monster actually died at the hands of a tiny bat.

Sir Lucas and the others watched Horace in silence, but none of them made a move.

This is a double insurance policy; they have faith in Arthur's abilities and will take action to protect their lord when the time is right.

But for a first-rate knight, it would be unreasonable not to deliver a decisive blow.

For Arthur to become a legend, he must sweep away all his enemies.

"He's not a giant, he's just a loser," Arthur replied calmly. "But I am the giant you face."

"I recommend a path for you: leave Nightfall behind and have your family pay the ransom. Isn't the Harlow family a powerful clan? A wealthy Ironblood family," Arthur said casually to Horace. "Baron's rebellion is doomed to fail, and you've escaped death. Once your cousin Earl Harlow's sons are dead, you'll be the heir to Harlow Island."

"You're dreaming!" Horace said angrily. "Nightfall is the pride of the Harlo family, I won't give it to a thief like you."

"Are you deceiving yourself, Horace? Let me tell you the origin of this sword," Arthur said coldly. "During a battle with pirates, the Red Sea Monster seized a Valyrian steel longsword from a defeated enemy, which he named 'Nightfall.' Later, Dalton was killed, and the Iron Islands descended into chaos. Harlow stole the sword and kept it for himself. So Harlow is a thief, isn't he? I told you I'd give you a chance, a chance to surrender."

Heracles is more valuable than Rodrik; he is a direct descendant of Harlo and has a high right of inheritance, while the scholar is a normal person.

"I choose the other one, the most chivalrous one. I'd rather die as a warrior than be humiliated by you," Horace roared, then spurred his horse forward.

"Very well." Arthur nodded. "Then you can just wait to die."

Heras is dead, but the sword is still his; this answer cannot be wrong.

Horace raised Nightfall, the blade emitting a strange light, and Arthur could see dark, smoky ripples.

Arthur's longsword met the attack head-on, the two swords clashing violently.

Horace was overjoyed and launched a swift attack with his sword.

All you need to do is attack, with even more force and power.

Horace felt he could see the blade break and Arthur's body split in two.

"Too slow!" Arthur said to Horace.

Even ordinary swords are not entirely helpless against Valyrian steel swords, after all, not everyone's swordsmanship and strength are superb.

"Clang! Clang!" The two swords clashed violently, emitting a sharp roar, and Arthur's fine steel sword was covered with cracks.

Arthur's power was more skillful, and Horace was not a superhuman being.

Heras has tried his best, but he still cannot break gold or split rocks.

Horace thought victory was assured, for he was carrying Valyrian steel.

But Arthur's skills truly shocked him. Arthur seemed tireless and could keenly sense his weaknesses, which was terrifying.

Strength, speed, skill—it turns out these things really can slow down the advantage of equipment.

"My turn!" Arthur smiled calmly.

As the blade slashed down, Arthur abruptly threw away the broken longsword.

Horace, who was focused on hacking away, did not expect this move. Unable to stop, Horace was somewhat surprised and did not understand what his opponent was trying to do.

Arthur gripped Nightfall with his bat-shaped iron gauntlet, then casually plucked it out.

Horace couldn't dodge in time, and Nightfall was snatched away by Arthur.

"You, you don't want your hand anymore?" Horace was shocked, thinking the enemy had gone mad.

Horace had expected to see Arthur's hand cut off, but the result was quite different from what he had anticipated.

"Why?" Horace asked, puzzled.

"There is no invincible sword, only invincible man," Arthur replied.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it?" Arthur changed the direction of Nightfall's sword and then slashed down fiercely.

The game ended, and Horace's body flew up along with the longsword.

He may never know until his death how ordinary steel gauntlets can defend against Valyrian steel.

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