Leon Morsen’s roar echoed across the square, filled with rage and menace.
“I hereby order you, immediately! Right now! Return with me to Mossenburg for investigation! Otherwise, don’t blame me for showing no mercy with my sword!”
His gaze was fierce, murderous intent plain to see.
The surrounding townsfolk gasped in alarm, retreating in fear, their faces written with terror.
Although they were grateful to Su Nian, none dared to oppose the knights bearing swords and representing the authority of the Morsen family.
Meanwhile, in a hidden corner far away.
Chu Tian put down the telescope in his hand, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
His eyes shifted to his side.
There stood a tall and burly figure, kneeling on one knee in an extremely respectful posture.
It was the Terrifying Knight who had battled him fiercely before but ultimately chose to submit!
Just moments ago, during Su Nian’s standoff with Leon Morsen, this Terrifying Knight—or rather, the remaining imprint of its soul—had sensed the immense power of the Soul Box in Chu Tian’s hand, along with the absolute control over souls contained within it.
As a war weapon created to serve, it followed the most fundamental law—submit to the stronger soul master.
Thus, under Chu Tian’s slightly surprised gaze, this powerful undead creation voluntarily pledged its loyalty.
The reason was simple.
Chu Tian’s strength, enhanced by his perverse Annoyance Value System and the inherent power of the Soul Box, had proven he was qualified to be the Terrifying Knight’s new master.
Moreover, since he had defeated the Terrifying Knight head-on and earned its recognition, it trusted Chu Tian far more than the undead mage who forcibly enslaved it through the Soul Box.
An unexpected delight.
Chu Tian withdrew his thoughts and refocused on the square.
When he saw Leon Morsen’s longsword, gleaming coldly, nearly touching Su Nian’s neck, his eyes instantly grew cold.
Although he knew Su Nian was very strong—adept in Fire Magic and Water Magic, and now somehow mastering Healing Magic— she probably had no trouble dealing with these knights.
But he was still very displeased.
How dare the so-called Knight Commander try to take his woman?
To Mossenburg?
And point a sword at her?
Could he possibly tolerate this?
A violent aura uncontrollably radiated from him.
Although Su Nian was a little wildcat who always resisted, disobeyed, frequently angered him, and often despised or deceived him, she could only be bullied by him alone.
No one else was allowed to touch her.
Delusions!
Now, if Chu Tian were to intervene openly under his true identity as Mr. Mo Yuan of Shadowmoon Manor in Academy City, directly clashing with the Morsen family knights would be inappropriate.
It would cause trouble for Magic Feather Fantasy and affect Shadowmoon Manor’s many businesses and arrangements in Academy City.
Not worth the cost.
But now, he glanced at the Terrifying Knight kneeling loyally by his side.
He just happened to have a ready-made “little brother” to put to use.
Perfect for handling these dirty, exhausting tasks.
A cold smile curled at the corners of Chu Tian’s lips as he gave the Terrifying Knight a clear and concise order.
“Da Hei.”
He casually gave his newly acquired undead henchman a simple, rough name.
“Send that lead knight straight to the dirt!”
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The square was terrifyingly silent; you could hear a pin drop.
Leon Morsen’s longsword pressed just before Su Nian’s neck, the gleaming blade’s tip less than a finger’s width from her pale skin.
The townsfolk shrank back in fright, curling into a ball; their earlier courage to resist had long since vanished, replaced only by eyes full of terror.
Su Nian still maintained her holy and merciful facade, but beneath those feigned amber eyes lay a coldness as sharp as ice.
After multiple real battles with that bastard Horned Demon, she was no longer panicked.
The strength of the man before her was still far from that opponent.
A half-cast A-ranked fire magic spell should reduce him to ashes.
But to avoid revealing her identity, Su Nian gathered Light Magic at her fingertips instead.
Although Light Magic’s attack power was weaker, it was more than enough to deal with the man before her!
Leon Morsen grew impatient at her stubbornness; the fierce light in his eyes deepened, and his wrist gripping the sword tensed as if about to strike.
Su Nian tightened her nerves, preparing to unleash magic…
Almost at the same moment, a loud explosion rang out from the edge of the square.
“Boom—!!!”
The heavy sound was terrifying, shaking hearts.
The noise was too loud to be thunder; it sounded like some massive force bursting out from underground!
The solid bluestone pavement beneath their feet cracked with a sharp “crack.”
Dust and debris shot upward in a choking cloud, instantly covering that corner of the square.
A strong smell of earth filled the air with the tremors.
Everyone was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the billowing dust.
As the dust settled slightly, a tall, bulky black figure slowly emerged.
The shadow seemed to have crawled out of the most terrifying nightmare, radiating a suffocating corpse stench and icy killing intent.
Its heavy, ugly black armor was scarred with cuts and dents of various depths, clearly fresh from a fierce battle.
The shoulder armor bore marks of melting from extreme heat, faintly glowing red and emitting a burnt smell—the new wounds left from its fight with Chu Tian.
But the most chilling and spine-tingling detail was its helmet’s eye sockets.
Instead of the chaotic, biting red glow it had before, two deeper, colder ghostly blue flames flickered within!
With a wave of its hand, a tall skeletal warhorse clad in black armor galloped in from afar, and the black-armored knight mounted up.
Indeed, this was the Terrifying Knight—an undead mage’s creation that should have been scrap metal after death!
Now, perhaps calling it “Da Hei” was more fitting.
It had acknowledged Chu Tian as its master and become a powerful combat force under his banner.
Leon Morsen was shocked; his hand holding the sword trembled.
His fierce, proud expression instantly turned to one of astonishment and unhidden fear.
“What the hell is that thing?!”
He had barely finished cursing when the black shadow moved!
Fast as a blur, with a sharp whistle of wind, it lunged fiercely at the armored knight commander standing on the wooden platform.
Da Hei’s target was clear—the once domineering Leon Morsen!
“Protect the commander!”
The surrounding knights finally snapped to action.
Though terrified of this thing to their core, duty forced them to grit their teeth and charge forward, raising sword and shield to stop it.
But it was all useless.
A few crisp “clang” sounds rang out, followed by the cracking of bones and screams.
Several knights, shields and all, were smashed away like broken rags, crashing to the ground unmoving.
Da Hei paid no attention to the flying knights; it didn’t even glance at them with its ghostly blue soul flames.
Its target, from beginning to end, was only the Knights Captain—
Leon Morsen!