There's a big problem with dreams in this world.

"Even if you wanted to stop me, you couldn't," Lu Qing said, revealing a very hurtful truth.

"Boom boom boom..."

"Did you hear anything?" a soldier asked, feeling the ground beneath his feet tremble.

“Yes, there is.” Another soldier nodded.

"Oh no! Defend immediately!"

The soldiers tensed up instantly, grabbed their weapons and shielded Lu Qing behind them, cautiously looking in the direction from which the sound came. A moment later, Knight Myron, clad in heavy armor and with a small dent under each foot, appeared in their sight.

"Ah, it's Sir Myron!" a soldier recognized Sir Myron.

"Is that really Knight Myron?" "Such a powerful aura." "Can the Kingdom's First Knight just vandalize the streets without being fined? I can't accept that." "How do you know you won't be fined?" "Uh..."

The topic seemed to have veered off course in a strange direction. Lu Qing roughly pushed aside the soldiers blocking her way, stepped to the front, and looked at Knight Myron, saying, "Myron, I'm here!"

Upon hearing Lu Qing's voice, Knight Myron leaped from a distance with a powerful thud, landing in front of Lu Qing with a loud thud.

Fortunately, the ground near the prison was polished from a special type of rock called Emerald Rock, and it was not damaged by Knight Myron's rough actions.

“Your Highness, please let me know next time you take action. I don’t know how many Guiji cultists are still in this city. If you are attacked again, the King will deduct my salary.” Knight Myron said with a somewhat helpless expression after landing in front of Lu Qing.

"It really is Her Highness the Princess." "Is Knight Myron now on the job of protecting the princess?" "Damn it, I'm so envious! I want to protect the princess too!" "You jerk, that's not what you just said..."

“Uh…” Knight Myron’s lips twitched when he heard the discussion among the soldiers behind Lu Qing. Are all the soldiers in the kingdom like this now?

"Ahem, quiet down. I have a few questions for you." Sir Myron frowned, looking quite serious as he asked the soldiers before him, "What's the situation in the prison right now?"

"Yes! We've lost contact with the prison. Teams two, three, and four have completed a full lockdown of the prison. After the lockdown ended, Team one went inside to investigate, but they haven't come out yet." Upon hearing Knight Myron's words, the soldiers immediately stood up straight, with one of them reporting to Knight Myron.

“Very well, you all continue to watch over this place. Her Highness the Princess and I are going inside to take a look,” said Knight Myron.

"Yes, sir!" the soldier replied immediately.

They had no concern whatsoever for the safety of the princess and Knight Myron. Why? Because standing before them was the kingdom's legend!

Lu Qing and Knight Myron left the place and soon found the person in charge of the operation, who, coincidentally, was someone Lu Qing knew.

"Sir Salo, how is the situation now?" Sir Myron had no intention of reminiscing and went straight to the point.

“Uh, Sir Myron? And, Your Highness?” Sir Salo paused for a moment after hearing the voice, then said seriously, “Actually, something is not quite right.”

"Something's not right?" Sir Myron pressed.

“Hmm…” Sir Salo pondered for a moment before speaking, “As you know, the prison is not suitable for large-scale operations, so I only sent a portion of my men inside.”

"We originally planned to go in and check the situation first, and then come out, but..." After a pause, the Knight of Salo said, "When our people went in, they found that all the Guiji cultists inside were already dead."

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Chapter 526: Can I borrow your sword for a moment?

"They're all dead, all of them?" Sir Myron frowned and asked.

“Yes, they’re all dead, at least that’s what we’ve found so far.” Sir Salo nodded, and said with the same doubt, “The corpses of those Guiji cultists are all twisted and deformed, but no matter what they look like, they all died in the same way.”

"Which one?" Sir Myron asked.

Sir Salo pointed to his head and said, "Dying from a head explosion is like having a bomb inside your head. The heads of all the Guiji cultists we've encountered have exploded."

“We had the doctors examine the bodies, but they found nothing.”

"A headshot..." Lu Qing thought for a moment, then asked, "Have you had a mage examine them? Could they have died from a mental shock?"

“A mental shock couldn’t produce that kind of effect…” Sir Salo retorted instinctively.

“We came here with His Holiness the Pope, but His Holiness the Pope is much faster than us. Do you think it’s possible that he released a mental attack?” Lu Qing said, looking at Knight Salo.

"Your Holiness the Pope?" Sir Salo paused for a moment, then said seriously, "If it's that sir, then it's indeed possible, but isn't that a bit...?"

Before the words "too violent" could be finished, and the Knight of Salo was about to suggest that at least some survivors be left alive, a soldier's voice reached his ears.

"Sir Salo, there's new information!" The soldier had barely finished speaking when he saw Lu Qing and Sir Myron standing to the side. He was taken aback for a moment, then immediately recognized their identities.

"Sir Myron, and Your Highness, I apologize for disturbing you!" the soldier stammered.

"It's alright, tell me what the news is first," Knight Myron waved his hand and said.

"Well, after we entered the prison, we explored all the way to the bottom level, and there was a..." The soldier paused, then thought of a more suitable way to put it: "We found a living wall that kept us out."

"A living wall?" asked the Knight of Salo.

"Yes, a blood-red wall of flesh, its surface constantly moving." The soldier racked his brains to describe the wall using the vocabulary he had learned. Although he stuttered a bit, everyone understood what he meant.

"Did you try to break through that wall?" Sir Salo continued to ask.

"We tried with swords, but we couldn't break through that wall no matter what we did; our weapons couldn't penetrate it," the soldier recalled. "The accompanying mages attacked with spells, but they were all absorbed by the wall."

"A wall that can absorb magic..." Lu Qing frowned and suggested, "No matter how much you talk about it, it's not as good as seeing it with your own eyes. Let's go down first."

“That’s good.” Sir Salo nodded, then looked at Sir Myron and said, “With Sir Myron here, I can feel more at ease.”

"Hehe, don't be careless. If we encounter any dangerous situation, I can't guarantee everyone's safety," Knight Myron said with a light laugh.

“Of course, I won’t let my guard down,” Sir Salo replied with a smile.

"Soldier, lead the way," the Knight of Salo said to the soldier.

"Yes!" The soldier replied with a hint of excitement, seemingly because of the presence of Knight Myron.

The four men entered the prison and followed the route that the soldiers had already checked. Almost every so often, they encountered the corpse of a member of the Guiji sect.

Just as the soldiers described, each of the Guiji cultists' corpses underwent drastic changes before death, though their changes did not seem to be complete.

Lu Qing remembered something: the Pope had once told her that after a living being dies, the power of the void would dissipate rapidly in a short time, and it could only parasitize living beings.

These followers of Nirvana likely underwent drastic changes in their bodies after death due to the influence of the void's power. However, before the changes were complete, the void's power dissipated from their bodies, which is why they appear so distorted and deformed.

"I'll have someone burn all these corpses afterward," Sir Salo said as he walked away after seeing the bodies.

“That’s for the best,” Sir Myron nodded.

The four continued forward and then went down the stairs, soon arriving at the lowest level of the prison, where they saw the living wall the soldier had mentioned.

Unlike other void creations, this wall did not emit any nauseating odor; it simply looked like a wall made of flesh.

Lu Qing drew the Altaïr sword from her waist, infused it with spiritual power, and thrust it forcefully.

Perhaps it was because Altaïr's sword was sharp enough, or perhaps it was because the spiritual power that Lu Qing had infused into it had an effect, but she actually managed to pierce a crack in this wall of flesh.

However, as she continued to apply pressure, she discovered that the internal fibers of the wall were much finer than those on the outside, and her Altaïr sword could no longer penetrate deeper.

Almost the instant the sword was drawn, the wound on the wall began to heal again.

"They're really tough to deal with," Knight Myron said, looking at the wall of flesh and blood in front of him.

He had experienced firsthand how sharp the princess's sword was, using his own steel longsword, which had broken four or five times. It was precisely because of this that they eventually unified their swords during their subsequent sparring sessions.

However, such a sharp weapon could only cut such a small crack, and what's even more outrageous is the speed at which the wound heals...

“If it can’t be destroyed in one go, it will recover quickly, but the wounds caused by swords are too small,” Knight Myron said thoughtfully.

"Anyway, let me give it a try first."

Knight Myron straightened up, slowly drawing his steel longsword from his waist with his right hand, his accumulated aura continuously gathering on the sword.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and the powerful pressure emanating from Knight Myron made everyone almost afraid to speak.

The next moment, a huge sword light fell, and the flesh wall that Altaïr's sword could only pierce through was instantly cleaved open with a huge wound. In front of the Knight Myron, a road ten meters long and about three meters wide appeared in front of everyone.

“Hoo…” Knight Myron let out a long breath. He looked at the fleshy wall in front of him, which was emitting a pale gray steam due to the high temperature, and shook his head, saying, “It wasn’t split open.”

Yes, even so, Knight Myron was unable to break through the wall in front of him. As the flesh continued to writhe and heal, the wall returned to its original state.

However, the perceptive Lu Qing noticed that the wall seemed to be healing at a slower pace than it had at the beginning.

Knight Myron naturally noticed this as well. He threw away the twisted, deformed, and scorching hot steel longsword in his hand, and turned to look at Lu Qing, saying:

"Your Highness, may I borrow your sword?"

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Chapter 528: He smiled

Chapter 527: Do you know how I've been for the past three hundred years?

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“If one sword isn’t enough, then let’s use a few more,” Knight Myron said, looking at the wall of flesh and blood in front of him.

“Okay.” Lu Qing nodded, then handed the Sword of Altaïr to Knight Myron.

The damaged steel longsword lay on the ground to one side, but Lu Qing was not worried at all that Knight Myron would destroy his Altaïr sword.

It's not because Altaïr's Sword is a purple-quality longsword and there's no worry about it getting damaged, although that's certainly part of the reason. But the main reason is that game items automatically regenerate after returning to the lobby.

"Please swing freely and don't feel guilty." Thinking this, Lu Qing saw Knight Myron pick up the Sword of Altaïr.

"Rest assured, I will not damage it." Knight Myron gently stroked the blade of Altaïr, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"What a fine sword," Knight Myron thought to himself. To be honest, even as a legendary knight, he had never used a weapon of this caliber in his entire life.

"I'm about to begin!"

Turning to face the wall of flesh, Knight Myron raised the Sword of Altaïr, his aura rising once more.

"Inhale...exhale...drink!"

The massive sword light fell again, striking the writhing wall of flesh and blood, instantly creating a huge wound. But it didn't end there. Knight Myron suddenly raised his longsword and unleashed another fierce horizontal slash!

"boom!!"

As if the air itself had been ignited, the temperature in the lower levels of the prison rose rapidly, and with a loud "boom," a blazing flame erupted from the Sword of Altaïr.

Another massive sword light fell, and Knight Myron took a step forward, using the force of his sword swing to turn around and slash at the top of the wall of flesh.

In the blink of an eye, Knight Myron unleashed three consecutive sword strikes. By this time, the wall of flesh had become rotten and mangled, with the severed flesh writhing and trying to heal, only to lose its vitality in the next second.

"Phew, it's over." After exhaling a long puff of white mist, Knight Myron stood still and observed carefully for a while. Only after confirming that the wall of flesh and blood was truly unresponsive did he slowly speak.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, the sword isn't broken, but it is somewhat damaged." Knight Myron handed the still-warm Altaïr sword back to Lu Qing.

"It's alright, as long as it still works, I'll have someone fix it later." Lu Qing shook her head, then looked at the road behind the wall of flesh and blood and said, "Now that the road is open, let's continue forward."