“Unfurl your banner and strike a pose. Then, Niubao, kill the rest of them.”
Samimi was still coaching from the shadows, teaching Fabiana step by step how to act like a saintess.
“They’re asking who you are—hurry up and announce your title.”
After all, she was the Saint of Fire of the Holy Word Society; no one knew better how to be an idol. Though Samimi herself absolutely hated being treated like one, she could certainly teach someone else to play the part! Hee hee!
“If the nobles don’t recognize your identity, then make the people recognize it.”
Samimi’s demonic voice echoed in her ear.
“I am… I am…”
Fabiana was still building up the emotion.
“You’re waiting for an opportunity. If the knights won’t acknowledge your identity, then let the people do it.”
In that instant, she elevated their enemies from a low-class show of arrogance to a higher-class display of style.
The ultimate level of showing off: directing your allies to show off while keeping everything under your control.
Magic really was convenient.
Fabiana lifted her head, revealing the most classic, intimidatingly resolute gaze, and introduced herself with force:
“I am Fabiana Diarmuid, the true Fabiana Diarmuid, the Second Generation Knight King.”
As she spoke, a gust of wind swept in, and the Pure White Banner Spear unfurled automatically, its Sun Emblem and White Whale Family crest fluttering in the breeze.
The wind was, of course, whipped up by Sherry William.
“Clang! Clang!”
Wind Blades exploded outward, instantly decapitating dozens of the rebel army in the blink of an eye. At the same time, she activated her Killing Magic.
Niubao also moved swiftly, darting out from the gate like a black shadow.
If she slowed down even a little, there wouldn’t be any heads left to collect.
She drew the Demon Knife she carried and chased down the fleeing rebels, leaving none alive.
She had already stacked the headcount for six Demon Knives; only the last one remained. She was almost done with this setup.
Now only one Snake Abyss Sword remained in Niubao’s weapon arsenal.
Because she had already maxed out the headcount for six Demon Knives. The Paladin Sword and Shalum had been sealed along with the artificial vampire used to stack heads.
But Niubao was too lazy to even use the Snake Abyss Sword now. If it weren’t for stacking heads, she wouldn’t have used the Demon Knives either. She’d started practicing unarmed combat, using these rebels as training dummies.
To further improve her strength, she deliberately charged into the blades, then dodged at the last second, counterattacked randomly, punched an enemy half to death, and only then used the Demon Knife to finish them off.
That final step was completely unnecessary—she could have killed them with a single punch, but she insisted on the extra stab for the headcount.
But none of that mattered. It was a bit slower, but Niubao wouldn’t let any lawbreakers escape.
Back in the town.
The residents who had been hiding in their houses grew bold and flooded into the streets, gathering around Fabiana and Sherry William.
The local knights and townspeople stared at the fluttering banner, their eyes as if they’d seen hope in the depths of hell.
They didn’t know what to say. They just watched the Sun White Whale Flag waving, utterly stunned.
“Don’t move. Hold the pose. Let them admire your saintly visage a little longer.”
Samimi was still chattering from the shadows.
Fabiana could only stand there, unable to move or speak, quite a torment.
After a while, Niubao finally returned, having killed all the deserters, ensuring no one could go back to report.
Though Samimi had no intention of hiding the information either—in fact, she planned to spread Fabiana’s fame across the entire world. Only this method could wash away the infamy of the Rebel War Commander.
The old Fabiana hadn’t been qualified, but this one had inherited the name of Knight King.
Even though the Pure White Banner Spear was only a Purple Weapon, it functioned like a legendary weapon. Its power came from the exquisitely powerful totems carved into it.
“My esteemed teacher, I have eliminated all the fleeing rebels.”
Niubao reported with a pretense of formality.
“Well done, Minotauros.”
Fabiana found it hard to keep a straight face at that address, but she had to play the part all the way.
With that, she put away the Pure White Banner Spear, dimming its dazzling light, and led Niubao and Sherry William back to the inn.
“The debut performance was really effective—exceeded my expectations. No one questioned her identity.”
Samimi peeked from the window, very satisfied with the night’s outcome.
The name Fabiana was notorious as the Rebel War Commander; everyone in the world knew it. It could scare children into crying just by mentioning it.
But the villagers showed no fear toward the Fabiana who claimed to be Fabiana. It could only be said that the Pure White Banner Spear in her hand was just too dazzling.
Just like how Samimi herself could drive Holy Flame, a symbol of noble status in the eyes of the saints.
Think about Samimi: no matter how evil the Briar Magic she cast, as long as she ignited Holy Flame, all holy people would acknowledge her identity.
And Fabiana was wearing her Priest Robe, looking very approachable. She had completely stolen Samimi’s disguise technique.
The next morning, the Revenge Squad prepared to leave.
The entire town’s folks crowded at the inn door, expressing their gratitude. From appearances, you’d never guess this town had so many people.
After squeezing through, they left the town, and the residents still insisted on seeing them off for quite a distance.
A few young local knights even came crying, begging to follow them on some great endeavor.
Fabiana spoke to them with infinite tenderness:
“Protect the town. Protect everyone. The Knight King will always be with you.”
“May the Goddess bless you.”
Samimi added a few words of blessing beside her.
After dawdling for a long time, the Revenge Squad finally managed to get far away.
Once they were gone, the residents would naturally spread the news of the Knight King Fabiana.
“Aren’t you afraid the vampires will come knocking after making such a big scene? They’ve already started trying to spread Corpse Poison.”
Sherry William questioned.
“I want them to come. The Order of Compassion gains nothing from spreading Corpse Poison—it only hurts them in the end. Even vampires aren’t that stupid. Zombie Hordes usually happen because they don’t clean up what they leave behind.”
Samimi analyzed:
“Did you see that obese zombie? It didn’t attack the rebels. The Order of Compassion is creating a kind of biological weapon.”
“Something like the Dead Men?” Fabiana asked.
“Dead Men that can be mass-produced.”
Samimi said:
“Barring any surprises, the rebel army is a Filth Blood Testing Ground. Inside, there might…”