Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

These demons, driven to the church, had long lost their minds. Madness and bloodlust had replaced their thinking; they had become machines that knew only how to kill, and conversely, their power had been greatly amplified.

They saw someone dare to approach them alone, and extremely terrifying spiritual power gathered on them. Just seeing the arcs of electricity caused by their spiritual power around the church was enough to make people pale. They charged forward on all fours, stepping on the collapsed bronze gate!

One moment the majestic silver figure was approaching the demon, the next it had vanished, and the weapon known as the Holy Sword was already striking the demon's face.

The first monster was as tall as a small mountain, its bulging muscles and skin as hard as boulders. Two omniscient knights were sacrificed just to drive it here. It was almost the most violent of all the demons, which is why it was able to rush to the front when the bronze gate collapsed. It was the king of demons and therefore wanted to be the first to enjoy fresh blood.

Before it could even make out the figure, the greatsword was already upon it. The demons gathered all their strength to resist, and as it pounced, it carried an overwhelming force, but the knight sliced ​​it apart as easily as a hot knife through butter.

Its scalding blood exploded among the demons, as did the terrifying sword light. A chilling aura instantly enveloped all the demons, and the sword light, like a silver net, surrounded them all.

They were originally thought to have emerged from hell to trample the human world, but now they could only roar angrily in place. The whistling sound of the heavy sword echoed around them, even drowning out their angry roars.

This was an overwhelming massacre, a one-sided slaughter of demons by the Knight King. Demon blood exploded continuously, and mountain-like demons fell one after another. The Knight King moved ghost-like among the demons. His only tactic was to find gaps in the battlefield and force the demons to fight him one-on-one. This was the tactic of the battlefield: extreme violence and extreme speed.

Is this the King of Knights? Despite the knights' boundless respect for the King of Knights, seeing him slaughter these demons still gave them a strange feeling.

Even if all the Omniscient Knights, or even the knights of the three major knightly orders, were to challenge this Omniscient Sword, they would still face this kind of massacre.

Is he even human? How could the man at the pinnacle of knighthood possess such power? This is simply beyond their comprehension!

“Hey, if you don’t go up now, all your demon friends are going to be killed,” Brand said to Lorraine from high above Montmartre.

“I know! I’m fucking preparing myself!” Lorraine yelled at Brand.

It's indeed hard not to be mentally prepared. Seeing the Knight King unilaterally slaughtering everyone in front of you, and then someone tells you that you've accepted a mission to stop that Knight King who's having such a good time, it's really hard not to curse under your breath.

"Damn it! I'm one of the top five knights in Obsidian! I don't believe I can't stop him in ten seconds!"

Lorraine went all out. Brand saw Lorraine's body, wrapped in the red rope, begin to expand rapidly. Lorraine's cursing voice became hoarse and gritty. His entire aura changed drastically, transforming him into a drawn sword. He pushed off the ground with both legs and charged towards the Knight King's location.

A red thread suddenly shot through the forest, the red rope behind him like a rainbow piercing the sun, and Lorraine, connected by the thread, charged straight toward the Knight King.

*

Meanwhile, at the hotel.

The attentive waitress led Joan of Arc to her room upstairs. Joan stood at the door, examining the layout of the room, while the waitress placed a large leather trunk on the table.

"If you need anything, just let us know." After confirming that Joan of Arc didn't need anything, the waitress left the room and went back down the hotel stairs to the first floor.

Seeing that the door to the room at the far end of the third floor of the hotel was closed and the newly checked-in guests had already rested, the waitress tiptoed back to the front desk and took out a machine hidden at the bottom of the cabinet.

It turned out to be a telegraph machine. After confirming that no one was around, the waitress entered the information according to the pre-set content. However, she did not notice that a dark figure had followed her behind her. With a swift chop, the waitress fell to the ground.

Joan looked at the waitress lying in the gap at the front desk with a serious expression. She had felt something was wrong when the waitress took the suitcase from her attentively. On the way upstairs, the waitress kept weighing the suitcase in her hands and occasionally looked strangely at other parts of the hotel.

Joan of Arc immediately sensed that the waitress had noticed something amiss and subtly blocked her escape route with her own body. Seeing the waitress leave the room, she couldn't rest easy, so she secretly followed her, only to discover that the waitress was indeed a spy.

Lorraine's advice did indeed work, but now the situation has reached its worst point. She knocked out the waitress, which temporarily delayed them, but they will soon discover that the waitress has been knocked out and they will still be discovered.

This place has become unsafe, and they must find another safe place immediately. But the Sword of Omniscience is right outside, so where can they find a safe place?

Joan of Arc hid the waitress under the counter, hoping to buy herself some more time, and then quietly returned to her room at the end of the third floor.

After closing the door, she took out the coin Brand had given her. At this point, about two-thirds of the coin was still wrapped in red string, meaning that they were still relatively safe and had not been exposed for the time being.

Meanwhile, Montmartre.

The Knight King suddenly turned to look at the red figure rushing towards him, holding the holy sword in his hand.

The demons also noticed the man's weakness. Although these demons lacked consciousness, they possessed a powerful fighting instinct. The demons, who were just moments before struggling to breathe under the weight of the heavy sword, all raised their heads again.

Taking advantage of this opening, they circled around to the Knight King's back, sides, and blind spots, surrounding him from all sides. This was a fatal flaw, and the demons, like beasts that had smelled blood, all adopted a full offensive stance, abandoning all defenses and conserving their ultimate power. They were going to swarm him and tear the Knight King to pieces.

A white light shimmered on the hilt of the Knight King's sword. The white light first grew to the size of an egg, then covered the Knight King's body, and continued to expand from the Knight King as the center.

A white sphere of light covered the church, instantly vaporizing the dilapidated structure and turning it into dust. All the demons were within the white sphere's coverage. Suddenly, they stopped being angry and roaring. They all raised their heads, looking at the corona-like sphere of light above them, like devout believers.

Chapter 55 Escape, The Knight King's Pursuit

"bump!"

High up in Montmartre, the red ball of thread frantically retracted. A few seconds later, the person wrapped in the red thread returned to Brand's side, vomiting blood violently and convulsing, looking like a dying patient.

He was no longer able to speak, and even with the protection of spiritual energy, his skin was still severely burned.

"Is this the Knight King? He's as dazzling as the sun," Brand murmured, gazing at the Knight King in the sky, who resembled the dawn.

The Knight King stood at the center of the sun's corona, becoming the center of the world. He was like a priest performing an ancient ritual in a mural. The demons were bathed in the Knight King's holy light, their bodies rapidly vaporizing. When the light disappeared, only a pile of dust remained beside the Knight King.

"As expected, bait must be set before the rats hiding in the shadows dare to come out." The Knight King looked in the direction of Lorraine.

The next moment, the Knight King soared into the sky. He did not rush towards the direction where Lorraine was, but instead shot straight into the sky until the entire city appeared beneath his feet and until his body was almost parallel to the clouds. Only then did he stop, like a radiant sun, hovering in mid-air.

Many people noticed the sun high in the sky, and for a moment, they felt a sense of piety, mistaking it for a god. The knights also looked up at it, wondering what it was going to do.

An immense spiritual energy erupted from nowhere, resembling a giant golden halo that spun and expanded, sweeping across the entire city until it grew to the size of the sun, its rays illuminating the entire city.

At this very moment, in a hotel in the city center, Joan of Arc returned to her room, leaned against the door, and took out the coin that was constantly getting hot in her pocket.

Joan of Arc was startled as soon as she reached into her pocket; instead of a coin, she pulled out a handful of red thread.

She frantically pulled the coin from her pocket and discovered that the red thread on the coin was frantically coming off. In the short time it took her to pull the coin out, the coin, which was originally two-thirds wrapped in red thread, was now only entwined with a few thin red strands.

At this moment, even the last few threads could not hold on any longer. The coin trembled wildly in Joan's hand, and Joan's hand also began to shake. When the last red thread on the coin also fell off, Joan's pupils finally shrank to a small dot.

"Quick! Send the message to Joan of Arc! They've been discovered! Tell them to run!" Lorraine, coughing up blood, shouted from a high point in Montmartre.

“It’s too late, the Knight King has already found them,” Brand said.

In a dilapidated hotel in the city center, a third-floor window shattered instantly, startling pedestrians on the street. But what surprised people even more was the white figure that darted out of the window. The figure leaped onto the rooftop of the adjacent floor and fled towards the direction of the sunrise.

Everyone on the street noticed her, but Joan of Arc didn't care anymore. The King of Knights had discovered them, and there was almost no point in hiding anymore. The only way to survive was to escape, to escape as far away as possible, to escape Esgard!

"Has the traitor finally appeared? I never expected him to be hiding in the city center."

The knights in front of the church also noticed the white figure. Cilio gave orders to his men: "Have the scouts find a way to see the traitor's face and tell us who she is so we can be prepared."

The Knight King, standing high in the sky, also noticed the white blur "darting" between the city's buildings. Her speed was indeed quite fast; if she maintained that speed, she could escape Esgard in less than five minutes.

But in the eyes of the Knight King high in the sky, no matter how fast she ran, she was just a very short line desperately stretching forward. No matter how far she actually ran, she only moved a few centimeters at most in his eyes.

Just like humans looking down at ants, the ants think they run very fast and can escape their ant colony in a little while, but to the humans observing them, the ants have only run the distance of two tree stumps.

"Think of something quick! Contact Enzo! Contact Aurelia! Contact Aaron! You have to think of something!" A large clump of blood-stained red thread fell off Lorraine's body, and Lorraine shouted, spitting out blood.

Brand didn't speak, but just watched the sun slowly turn in the sky, a sight even more spectacular than a large ship turning around.

In fact, Joan of Arc could no longer escape. Not to mention the numerous passes hidden behind the scenes throughout Esgard, with countless knights lurking in the shadows waiting for her on the road, even if she did manage to cross those passes, Joan of Arc would never be able to get past the city gates.

The gates of Esgard were built to defend against countless enemies, and even an army of millions could not breach them. Even if Joan of Arc had a way to get through the gates, the all-knowing sword was chasing after her. How could a mere mortal possibly escape the grasp of a god?

As expected, Brand watched as the Knight King in the sky slowly turned, like a giant sun slowly turning in the sky, facing the fleeing shadow.

Joan of Arc was already running for her life, and she knew she was running very fast, but when she saw the huge sun in the sky, she still felt a huge fear pressing down on her heart.

She dared not look up, but through the reflection in the mirror when the window was broken, she saw the scene behind her. It was the feeling of a huge celestial body approaching you. The sheer size of the object was enough to evoke the most primal human senses. Moreover, Joan of Arc felt that the sun in the sky carried some kind of gravity, and that buildings and everything on the ground were being attracted by the sun. Joan of Arc could only run as fast as she could to avoid being sucked away by the sun.

Joan of Arc ran wildly across the rooftops. Ahead lay a main street in the city center, with a long distance between the buildings and carriages and pedestrians below. Joan of Arc did not stop running. She grabbed the wolf child who was following closely beside her, stepped on the edge of the stairs, summoned a blessing, and leaped onto the main street.

She glided across the main road like a paraglider, landing on the rooftop of a much lower floor, and continued running wildly, her face being exposed during the gliding process.

Enzo received the portrait of the traitor from the front lines. He was in a terrible mood, but he was also mentally prepared. Logically, he shouldn't panic no matter what happened, but when he saw the face in the portrait, he still opened his mouth in surprise.

"Joan of Arc...Joan of Arc?!"

Enzo was completely stunned as he looked at the long golden hair that the sketch artist had emphasized on the drawing board, and that stunningly beautiful face that was almost impossible to find another like it in Asgard.

"Why is it Joan of Arc? What is she running on the rooftop for?! Shouldn't she be at school at this time?"

Chapter 56 Aaron, Joan of Arc, and the Knight King

Enzo slammed the easel into the artist's face: "Are you guys out of your minds?! Is she the Obsidian Knight? Why are you drawing her face?"

“She is indeed not the traitor we caught, but she is an accomplice of the traitor. We filmed her breaking out of the hotel window with the traitor. Whether it is harboring or concealing, it is the same crime of treason.” One person picked up the drawing board on the ground and said, “She is now the traitor of Lusset. Give up your illusions.”

The person looked up at the sky: "And do you think what you're saying has any meaning for that person in the sky?"

Enzo's face was grim. He saw the sun in the sky suddenly turn into a small white dot and fly down towards the city center. He had obviously controlled his power, otherwise the fall alone would have been enough to destroy the entire city center. But as he landed, he still managed to grab a demon that had been hiding under the eaves. The Knight King's sword cleaved down from the monster's face, cutting the demon in half.

“One.” The Knight King remained in his landing position, making no unnecessary movements, and ascended again. This time, he targeted a demon hidden in the eastern city of Esgard. He was as decisive as he was in the eyes of others. But as he soared into the sky and emitted his light to the world, the darkness of the entire city would have nowhere to hide.

"No... there's still a way, there's one last way!"

Enzo's expression suddenly turned ferocious, as if he had made up his mind, and he said, "...Find a way to contact the people on the Omniscient Knights' side, and tell them that I have something to say... no... it's that Aurelia has something to say to them!"

On Montmartre, Cyril and Sivan also received the sketchbooks from the sketch artist. The artist's blessing was his sketchbook; he only needed to glance at someone to remember their face and then reproduce it on the sketchbook. This artist was often sent by the kingdom to do intelligence work.

Before Syrio even got his hands on the drawing board, he sensed that the entire Omniscient Knights were buzzing with gossip. He didn't pay much attention, nor did he care much about what the traitor's face looked like. Out of a sense of responsibility and work requirements, Syrio glanced at the drawing board, but he froze after just one look, like a clay sculpture.

"I remember this person..."

Even Sivan remembered this incident. He and the many omniscient knights looked at Syrio: "Isn't this person... your student?"

For a time, the Omniscient Knights split into two factions. One faction wanted to take down Syrio as well, since even the students had betrayed them, so the teacher was unlikely to be a good person either. The other faction consisted of Syrio's friends, who wanted to find out what was going on.

“Hey, your student is defecting. As his teacher, what do you have to say?” It was Sivan who spoke first. As a prince, he didn’t have many reservations.

"It's over! It's over! We're doomed!" Cilio threw the portrait away as if it were a hot potato, his face turning pale.

"Actually, I don't think you need to be so pessimistic. Although she is your student, it doesn't mean you should be considered a traitor just because of that." At this moment, someone actually comforted him.

"No, I'm not saying we're doomed because of that, it's because of someone else, it's because of that guy Aaron Brando!"

“Aaron Brando? The third seat of the Obsidian Knights?” Sivan remembered Aaron’s name because he had wanted to challenge him a while ago to increase his own fame, but it came to nothing due to various reasons.

“Yes, actually, Aaron Brando is Joan of Arc’s real teacher! I’m just a figurehead.” Syrio quickly distanced himself from the situation.

The omniscient knights shrugged, all looking at Syrio with a somewhat speechless and even contemptuous gaze. Needless to say, Syrio understood the meaning behind their looks.

"Wait! I'm telling the truth! She's just a figurehead disciple; Aaron is her real teacher!"

“Okay, okay, even if what you’re saying is true, what does that have to do with the present?” someone said.

"Hey...don't you guys know?"

Just as he was about to be surrounded by the Omniscient Knights, Sirio put on an air of seniority: "It seems that the young people these days don't know about that matter."

"Speak quickly if you have something to say." Sivan didn't tolerate Syrio.

"I ask you, do you know who Aaron Brando's teacher is?"

"Who is it?" Sivan was already impatient. To be honest, they weren't interested in what Cilio was saying.