The Killing Sword is a very common weapon setting in games.
Simply put, it gains power by killing enemies—stacking damage with each kill. The more you kill, the higher the damage.
However, this weapon was slightly different. It was “unlocked through killing” rather than simply stacking damage.
No wonder she couldn’t find a way to break the Demon Knives’ seal. The unlocking method was “cutting people down.”
In truth, she couldn’t fully blame herself for this.
Samimi had always favored a conservative combat style. As a White Robed Priest, she adhered to a principle of “not killing easily.”
She was more accustomed to crippling her enemies and then casually healing them.
This resolved battles without violating her habits.
But the problem was—
This method would never unlock that weapon.
As a Divine Official, priest, and Magic User, she had mastered control over her magical power, capable of precisely regulating damage output.
But physical classes were different.
Close-quarters combat was extremely dangerous. Every strike had to be all-out, or you would be the one to die.
Therefore, this “must kill to unlock” setting was entirely a blind spot.
Don’t kill, and you’ll never trigger it.
Moreover, the kills had to be made with the Demon Knives themselves. Kills with other weapons were invalid.
It was a good thing Niubao had struck this time, precisely triggering the condition.
What shocked Samimi the most was that this weapon’s unlocking notification method was identical to her own system.
This meant this piece of equipment was absolutely not ordinary.
After all, Magic Sword Red was a powerhouse close to Mage King level. The equipment he dropped couldn’t be common.
He was only killed because she’d outsmarted him with a “Transmigrator’s Trick.”
“Need to kill a hundred people, huh…”
If this were an ordinary web novel protagonist, they might just go slaughter a small town.
But this was a light and fluffy yuri fantasy novel. She couldn’t kill the innocent.
So then—
Let Niubao go kill a hundred bandits.
The next morning, the Fat Duck Knight Order arrived at the inn, handling the cleanup from the previous night.
Old Knight Rayne and Fat Knight Mondo argued for a long time, shifting blame onto each other.
But since the incident happened on their turf, they were in the wrong and had to accept it.
The Target Range Knights didn’t press the issue further, already doing them a favor.
After all, everyone knew those assassins had nothing to do with these local knights.
So the group left the small town in a hurry, carrying many questions, unwilling to linger.
On the road, Samimi rode her horse, fiddling with the broken Demon Sword while thinking.
No matter what she did, she couldn’t trigger this sword’s “system interface.” Only Niubao could see the cumulative kill notifications.
This meant the weapon was already bound to Niubao.
A kind of exclusive equipment similar to “Blood-bonding.”
The Knight Order members remained solemn, still shaken by the assassin incident the night before.
If not for the two Saints taking action, they might have been completely wiped out.
After all, the assassins matched them in numbers. If the Night Raid had succeeded, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
“Pastor Shalum, we’ve dragged you into this. Perhaps we should part ways here. There’s no need for you to get involved in this kind of thing.”
Old Knight Rayne rode closer, his tone sincere.
“Old man, don’t say that.” Samimi waved her hand. “We came here for training. It’s a good chance to see what you noble knights are up to in the West Sea.”
“You… just what are you?” Rayne hesitated.
“We’re spies.”
Samimi said it with a straight face.
Rayne was speechless.
“In the name of the Holy See, if you’ve done anything wrong, you’ll be the first to die.”
“I, Rayne, act with a clear conscience. I am loyal to the Goddess.”
“Good. Then don’t say we should leave. We’ll make our own judgments. If we think you’re no good, we’ll leave on our own.”
Samimi continued playing with the broken sword.
“About the assassins…” Rayne still wanted to explain. “They should have been after us, related to the mission.”
“Do you really think you’re important enough to be worth assassinating?” Samimi countered.
“We’re just a regular Knight Order, following orders to assemble. We truly can’t figure it out.”
“Then stop thinking about it. You’ll know when we get there.”
Just then—
Horse hooves sounded from behind. A squad of knights galloped toward them.
Everyone immediately went on alert, forming a battle formation.
But when they saw who it was, they realized it was the Fat Duck Knight Order.
“Mondo, what do you want now?” Rayne frowned.
“We received the same assembly order. Might as well travel together,” Mondo said with a smile.
Rayne instinctively looked at Samimi.
Unconsciously, she had become the group’s “Strategist.”
“The more, the merrier.” Samimi nodded with a smile.
So the two Knight Orders merged, forming a cavalry force of fifty.
But the problem was—
No one knew the mission’s content.
The orders only gave a vague assembly point.
It was like a classic RPG plot—
The player is drawn forward by a mystery, completely clueless about what will happen next.
And now, Samimi’s goal was also clear—
“Killing.”
Even though it sounded strange coming from a priest, it was necessary to activate the Killing Sword.
Following the Knight Order was the right move—
They would either go to kill someone or be killed.
That was the difference between knights and adventurers.
Adventurers mostly fought monsters, while knights—engaged more in internal conflict.
And this, precisely, was Samimi’s area of expertise.
She realized she was actually better suited for PvP than PvE.
Though she performed extremely well in team battles, she always longed to “control things herself.”
When facing top-tier enemies, she didn’t even dare to draw her sword and show off.
But in a place like the West Sea—
She could finally “bully the weak.”
Several days later, the group finally arrived at the target location.
It was an extremely remote area.
In the West Sea, where population was dense and towns dotted the land, finding such a secluded spot wasn’t easy.
This was Marquis Edward’s Hunting Ground.
Ordinary people were forbidden to enter.
“This is Marquis Edward’s Territory. Can we really go in?” Mondo asked nervously.
“If we weren’t allowed, we would have been stopped by now,” Rayne replied.
“Meaning, the Marquis summoned us? What does he want?”
Samimi listened silently from the side.
Marquis Edward—
A name worth remembering.
His status was even higher than her Countess mother.
In the West Sea, a Marquis was often a regional overlord, the one who truly held local power.
By contrast, the Dukes and Princes in the Royal City were only noble in name.
The nobles of the West Sea were different—
They controlled armies, fought for land, and truly engaged in power struggles.
The Target Range Knights and the Fat Duck Knight Order were merely auxiliary forces of minor nobles.
And those minor nobles were likely vassals of the Marquis.
The conflict between the Knight Orders was, at bottom, a clash of interests.
Soon, everyone entered the depths of the hunting ground.
Deep in the forest, a massive military camp had been built.
Seeing this, Samimi’s heart tightened.
This scene was familiar.
It looked just like the Adventurer camp in the South.
Could it be—
She had barely escaped the Sea of Trees, and now she was about to get caught up in a similar situation?
She and Niubao followed the group into the camp.
There, they found a large number of Knight Orders of varying attire already gathered.
All sides were on guard against each other, the atmosphere tense.
Clearly, everyone had been summoned by the same order, yet no one knew the details of the mission.
Before long, a middle-aged knight in splendid armor stepped forward.
He carried an impressive aura, followed by a squad of heavy knights, clearly different from ordinary soldiers.
“Everyone is here.”
“I am Sorent, commander of the Marquis Edward’s [Divine Emperor Knights].”
“We will now execute a secret mission assigned by His Lordship—”
“To go and suppress—[Rebel War Commander, Fabiana].”