Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Makoto Haramura chuckled softly.

He easily subdued a saint and slapped that guy whose true identity was unknown, which could be considered his revenge. This made him feel quite good now.

At the same time, his gaze fell back on the Knight Commander.

"Oh, you're working hard, but could you please stop doing things that aren't worth the effort?"

The Knight Commander stared intently at Makoto Haramura, but no matter how hard he tried with his body and arms, he couldn't break through the cage formed by those two fingers.

"Speaking of which, is this the Demon Sword Frentine?"

"So what?"

The Knight Commander was still working hard.

He wasn't surprised that the true nature of his demonic sword had been seen through. Anyone with even a slight understanding of the historical spirit weapons could deduce the sword's name based on its appearance.

—Frentine the Demon Sword.

This is the same weapon as that wielded by Beowulf, a hero in ancient English history.

Legend has it that the Frentin is forged from the blood of slain enemies. Each time an enemy is killed, the Frentin absorbs their blood to enhance the hardness and sharpness of its weapon, making it a spirit weapon that can continuously grow.

This is a renowned demonic sword, a magical weapon comparable to Ascalon of the Rear Waters.

But what can you do? The situation won't change.

The Knight Commander did not give up, but continued to urge the angelic power within Freuntin, attempting to unleash even greater power, while also uttering a new incantation.

"Weapon weight!"

With another low shout from the Knight Commander, the sharpness attached to the Demon Sword Freundin vanished instantly, replaced by an unparalleled, crushing mass capable of crushing mountains.

Haramura Makoto chuckled, then casually tossed Florentin's two hands to his side, slamming the demon sword to the ground without any hesitation.

"Boom!"

Instantly, the earth emitted a deep rumble, and countless plumes of dust were stirred up, causing the ground within a radius of about twenty meters to sink in, forming a huge crater.

"I've already said it, it's no use."

He turned his left foot, and then a dazzling light condensed directly in Haramura Makoto's hand, and a platinum longsword suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Since I have already given the rear waters face, I presented this to him."

"Then, let's not show favoritism in front of you, and let you have the opportunity to see it for yourself."

"Witness the power of the water behind you that you so easily wiped out."

"This guy."

The knight commander's gaze was stern. When his first sword strike missed, he immediately turned his body and slashed diagonally downwards, heading straight for Haramura Makoto.

However, before he could fully swing his sword at Makoto Haramura, he was still in danger.

Makoto Haramura calmly stepped forward, extending one finger and striking directly at Freuntin's sword from the front.

"Clang!"

Haramura Makoto didn't use much strength, but even so, his physical abilities were far beyond what a mere saint could compare to.

After all, Makoto Haramura's physical abilities are now infinitely close to those of a fully-fledged Protoss. It's impossible for him to directly withstand the mass of a planet, but he can easily catch a large meteorite impact with one hand, something that could destroy a planet.

Such power is extremely terrifying.

Even without using any special techniques, such a casual attack can break the world's hardest metal; even legendary mythical weapons are no exception.

Or perhaps it should be said that a full-force attack from the rear could probably sink Japan into the Japan Strait.

But for Makoto Haramura, this level of attack only requires a forceful stomp of his foot.

Whether it was an intuitive sense of this deadly crisis or not, the Knight Commander felt his scalp tingle and cold sweat pour down his face the moment Haramura Makoto pointed at him. Without thinking, he immediately used his last trump card.

"Return to zero!"

At this critical moment when his life was in danger, the Knight Commander instinctively made a desperate move behind enemy lines, shifting the angle of his sword so that Haramura Makoto's finger did not land on the actual blade of Florentin's sword, but instead touched the crimson magic blade that Florentin had condensed outside the blade to extend it.

However, even though he reacted in time and saved his own life, his power was far from enough to completely affect Haramura Makoto's power and reduce it to zero.

Therefore, before the magical blade completely broke, the intense tremor force still managed to reach the Knight Commander's hands intact.

"What is this? Is it a monster?"

Looking at his hand, which was numb from the shock and aching in the palm of his hand, the Knight Commander was so shocked that he could hardly speak.

This wasn't the power of the shockwave; it was merely transmitted from the sword itself, negligible, perhaps less than a thousandth or ten-thousandth of its original strength, yet it had already become like this.

Faced with such a situation, even the Commander of the Knights, who led tens of thousands of knights across the country and was the leader of the Knights, could not calmly view what had just happened.

At this moment, his body, beneath his expensive suit, was covered in a dense layer of cold sweat, and he continued to pant.

"Oh dear, that's really going too far. Does that mean I've been expelled from the human race?"

"Well! I'm definitely not human now."

"However, you just used a rather interesting spell, which looks like an unregistered, self-created spell."

"You're right."

The knight commander quickly stepped back, took a few deep breaths, and composed himself.

"Indeed, just as you thought, zeroing is also one of my original techniques."

Similarly, Makoto Haramura roughly analyzed the basic principles of this magic spell.

This is a technique specifically designed for various weapons or attack methods, and its principles rely entirely on the knowledge of the Knight Commander.

As long as it is within his comprehension and analytical range, all weapons will be rendered ineffective by him.

Fists can certainly be classified as weapons, but conversely, any weapon that is outside the Knight Commander's understanding will completely counter him, and his spells will naturally be ineffective.

"Both of these techniques were created by you."

Haramura Makoto's gaze towards the man had changed; it was a long-lost glimmer of appreciation for talent.

"Although both of the spells you created have their own flaws, in terms of their completeness, they are already quite high."

"Just like no one is perfect, no technique can be perfect."

The weakness of this man's magic pattern is that only one pattern can be used at a time; more than two patterns cannot be used simultaneously.

His other magic, although it has the power to nullify the opponent's attacks, has a limit to its power. Once this limit is exceeded, the spell will naturally become useless.

"Of course, there is actually another very simple solution to your problem."

Makoto Haramura's lips curled up like a child who had seen an interesting toy, and he stretched out his hand directly into the void in front of him.

At the same time, the pitch-black gap opened up in front of Makoto Haramura's palm.

His arm seemed to have vanished into the dark, deep hole.

A strong sense of crisis instantly surged into the Knight Commander's heart.

It was another subconscious reaction; the Knight Commander stomped his foot on the ground, trying to get away from his current position.

However, the next second, a tremendous force came directly from his arm.

No, to be more precise, it came from the Frenchin he was holding.

It was a hand, a hand that was tightly gripping the blade of Florentine's sword, reaching out from the dark opening and seizing its own blade.

"Although the sword is not a necessary condition for you to activate the spell, without this sword, your attack power will be greatly reduced, and the angelic power will not have a proper way to output."

For the Knights Commander, Frentine was an important tool for him to unleash his power.

The tool is extremely important. Without it, the angelic power within him cannot be fully channeled out. In this state, it wouldn't be wrong to say that he's been crippled.

"I'm so sorry."

"give it to me."

This power far surpasses what it was before; it is a power that the Knight Commander absolutely cannot resist, a power that even the weight of his weapon cannot match.

The powerful force sent him flying, and Florentine naturally disappeared into the dark crevice along with the hand.

Then, Haramura Makoto's platinum-gold longsword shone with a dazzling light.

"Given your talent, I might spare your life."

"However, the prerequisite is that you can use your zeroing technique to fully understand the weapon in my hand."

"As long as you can eliminate even a tiny bit of its power."

Chapter 393 A Cunning Rabbit Has Three Burrows

The saying "a cunning rabbit has three burrows" perfectly describes the Puritans.

Who can blame them when their High Priestess is a genuine shrew? Foxes love nothing more than preparing dens for themselves everywhere.

The sudden rebellion of the Knights did indeed cause the Puritans great harm at any moment, but this was only true at the beginning.

Those Puritan members who had successfully broken through the encirclement or had not fallen into the trap had now gathered together and hidden in the safe houses that the Puritans had set up, waiting for their chance.

But, at this moment.

Another person is in deep crisis.

Inland, in a dense forest that is rarely visited by people.

Kellysa carried the Katina Orthodox in her hand, wearing a bright red dress with leather covering the key parts, and her long golden hair was casually tied up, swaying freely in the evening breeze.

If it weren't for the aura she exudes, the weapon she holds, and her violent expression, she would have been a stunningly beautiful and heroic woman.

Unfortunately, the current scene has already shattered her beauty, leaving only the madness and murderous intent of a tyrant.

Because before her stood her target, her only sister, the third princess Virian, who represented benevolence in this country.

At this moment, Vivian, who had been caught up by Kelissa, was cornered and fell to the ground. Her emerald green dress was torn to shreds from her journey through the forest, and her delicate skin was covered with abrasions and bruises.

As her sister relentlessly closed in on her, all that remained on Vivian's face was despair.

There was no way around it; Sister Wang's murderous intent towards her was genuine.

Especially his elder sister, whose unwavering belief in "For the sake of this country, please die!" was as firm as a rock and absolutely unshakable.

In addition, she disliked magic, a power that could harm others, so she never learned anything about magic or self-defense from a young age.

Therefore, let alone her sister who possesses Katina, she has no room to resist even her usual sister.

Perhaps anticipating the cruel scene to come, the knights following behind Kellysa turned their heads away in unbearable pain.

Benevolence is necessary for a country, but it is not essential.

Her only role for the royal family was to serve as their public face, attending various events and waiting for the right opportunity to marry into a powerful alliance, thus helping Britain sign beneficial treaties. She accepted her fate like a puppet.

Even though she knew she was like a high-quality item on a shelf, waiting to be chosen, she didn't complain at all and did everything she was supposed to do perfectly.

It wasn't because she was a particularly obedient person, but because she still held onto this hope in her heart: that one day her sisters and mother would change their minds and she could enjoy the true affection between family members.

She was simply yearning for and craving something because she had never possessed it before.

She would do whatever her sister and mother needed her to do; this was her way of seeking affection.

However, her actions did not seem to be rewarded. Her elder sister was still pointing her sword at her, her eyes unwavering without the slightest hesitation.

(As expected, my actions were completely pointless.)

(Born into such a family, I still dared to crave kinship; wasn't that just foolish and ridiculous?)

Despair and resentment were evident in Vivian's eyes.

As she neared the end of her life, she finally regretted her actions. If she had magic and her own power, perhaps she could have been like her elder sister, not so powerless to resist and forced to submit to such cruelty.

"Go to hell, Vivian, my sister."

Faced with the despair in Vivian's eyes, Kellysa felt no pity or sympathy, only the resolute swing of her sword, aimed directly at Vivian's neck.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Katina is an unsharpened knight's sword.

But in reality, thanks to the power of Michael, this godlike angel, the sword can cut space into pieces at will.

With Katina's abilities, a single swing would easily shatter not only human necks, but also dimensions and realms.

With such a sword strike, there was no chance of survival; a young girl in the prime of her life was about to perish.

"Buzz!"

Just then, a strong gust of wind howled from the depths of the dense forest.