Mil smiled with relief…
But the smile on his lips lasted less than three seconds before his face fell.
He suddenly realized that a Royal Knights had charged in from outside!
Upon closer inspection, it was the Royal Knights from Swan Castle, the one led by Diana.
And this Royal Knights’s combat power was terrifyingly high; they had fought their way through the surging magical tide!
They weren't even on horseback, just charging straight through!
The last wave of the magical tide quickly lay dead in their wake.
The warriors inside the city also discovered the arrival of reinforcements and cheered:
“Reinforcements are here! It’s the Royal Knights! It’s the Royal Knights from Swan Castle!”
In the blink of an eye, the Royal Knights had slain all the remaining magical beasts around them and arrived at the city gate.
However, the hum of the Holy Sword made Diana frown…
Their equipment should have been confiscated, according to Charles, it had already been sold!
Even if they got their equipment back, they should prioritize guarding the capital and wouldn't be allowed to come as reinforcements.
At this moment, she suddenly remembered the elite werewolf team that had been dispatched in full force; their target should have been to attack this prison.
But until now, they hadn't been seen.
The strongest werewolves could suppress their power and maintain human form when transforming into wolves; if the equipment fell into their hands…
Suddenly, a thought struck her, and Diana said weakly:
“No! Don’t open the gate, don’t open it!”
Unfortunately, her voice was too soft, and the people around her couldn't hear clearly; the city gate was already slowly opening.
Mil’s magic circle in the sky had disappeared at some point, and the afterglow of the setting sun illuminated the distant snow-capped mountains.
The hunched Royal Knights walked on tiptoes with heavy steps.
The first Royal Knights to enter the city lifted a soldier who was a head taller than him with one hand.
“Crack… snap—!”
He easily twisted his bones and broke his neck.
Seeing this scene, everyone was horrified and retreated:
“Who… who are you?”
“Hehe, hahaha, ah hahahaha—! Didn’t expect this, did you? We are…”
“Whoosh—!”
Before he could finish speaking, a blood spear flew from a distance and suddenly pierced through the chest of the leading Royal Knights…
“Haha! Ah hahaha! Yi ya hahahaha—!”
Behind everyone, a burst of arrogant laughter suddenly came, and when they turned around, they saw Mil slowly approaching…
Mil remembered very clearly that in the original plot, Diana fought for three days and three nights, and her Royal Knights comrades fell one after another.
This time, although she had the Holy Sword in her hand and finished the battle in one afternoon, she was already on the verge of collapse…
And her Royal Knights comrades had finally arrived, although the order was a bit different, it didn’t matter!
Mil would make them die tragically one by one before Diana’s eyes!
“Everything is under control!”
His black robe flapped wildly in the biting wind.
He looked at Diana’s frail figure kneeling in the snow, a mocking curve on his lips.
Without a hint of pity, he drank the Ancestral Source Blood given by the Blood Clan Princess, the crimson liquid rippling with an eerie glow in the twilight.
Power continuously surged within him, and Mil glared at the Royal Knights before him:
“People are about to die; can I let you take her back? Delusional!”
With that, he strode forward.
Diana looked up, and seeing that Mil was truly alive, tears welled up in her eyes:
“Mil, I’m sorry…”
“Hmph! You’re not admitting your mistake; you’re just realizing you’re about to die!”
Mil sneered, stepping past Diana and continuing forward.
Suddenly, he felt his back foot halt; he looked back and saw that it was Diana, who had grabbed his ankle.
Diana used every last bit of her strength, her blood-stained silver hair stuck to her pale cheeks, a whimper like a young beast escaping her throat as she squeezed out the last two words through gritted teeth:
“Run… quick!”
Mil abruptly lifted his leg, shaking off her hand, his eyes full of mockery:
“Hmph! Run? Today… no one escapes! I want you to witness hope shatter with your own eyes! I want you to watch, wide-eyed, as I slaughter them all! Hahahaha!”
With that, Mil suddenly vanished, his figure flashing, and in the next second, a blood lotus blossomed among the Royal Knights;
Dismembered limbs were flung dozens of meters into the air.
Everyone hadn't even reacted yet when more than ten of the Royal Knights, suspected to be disguised werewolves, had already fallen…
“Mil! You are indeed a traitor…”
“Snap—!”
A flash of crimson sword light, and the Royal Knights in front of him had his helmet spinning in mid-air, a column of blood erupting from his neck blooming into a bewitching flower under the setting sun.
The remaining Royal Knights swarmed forward, all baring their fangs and claws, looking comically clumsy, but before Mil’s great blood sword, they were like melons and vegetables being chopped.
“Hahaha! Wahahaha! Yi ya hahaha—!”
Mil’s bright and healthy laughter resonated with the sword’s roar, echoing beneath the castle, his heart filled with excitement…
At this moment, Diana must be in utter despair, right? Her soul must be ignited by the fire of revenge, right?
The prison guards all retreated, silently watching Mil, as if possessed by a war god, painting with blood.
Diana’s eyes gradually blurred, her vision becoming increasingly indistinct; looking at Mil’s back, it was as if she was transported back to 12 years ago, to the scene where he carried her on his back, traversing the entire magical tide…
Mil’s personal show lasted less than ten minutes; the two hundred strong Royal Knights lay in a river of blood, their bodies strewn across the ground.
The last werewolf tried to block with a knight’s sword but was shattered into a shower of iron filings by the magical power.
As the great sword pierced his chest, Mil chuckled, leaning close to the opponent’s dented helmet: “Say hello to hell for me.”
“As expected of Mil! Long live Mil!”
Cheers rose and fell, but Mil looked at them with cold eyes—
Are these people insane? You’re here to collect you!
After killing these Royal Knights, he prepared to deal with the remaining guards.
But as soon as he turned around, he suddenly realized, why was Diana no longer breathing?
Mil’s heart jolted; the main priority was important, so he dismissed his great sword and quickly walked towards Diana.
The White Magic who was treating Diana was wiping away tears while casting spells…
“No need to treat her, get away!”
White Magic Miss was startled by Mil and ran to the side, while Mil crouched down and drew out the long-prepared “Blade of Blasphemy”!
“The soul is still in the body? I made it just in time! Hmph, hahaha! Do you know? How long have I prepared for this moment?”
With that, he raised the dagger and suddenly stabbed towards Diana’s heart!
“Clang!”
A golden light blocked Diana’s chest; Mil turned his head to see it was the Holy Sword’s final struggle.
“A spent force…”
He increased his strength without a care, and as the light shattered, the sharp blade pierced Diana’s chest;
Blood spurted out but solidified in mid-air.
Then, a Black Magic circle unfolded from the hilt of the Blade of Blasphemy.
Mil could even hear Diana’s fragmented soul letting out painful wails.
“Hehe hahaha! It’s done!”
However, this magic seemed a bit unstable, starting to shake continuously, and the Holy Sword took this opportunity to emit another burst of light!
The powers of the two weapons collided and wrestled with each other, but the Holy Sword was clearly still stronger.
“Crack—!”
The Black Magic circle of the Blade of Blasphemy suddenly cracked and shattered…
Seeing this, Mil stopped breathing.
“What’s going on?”
Before he could react, the Gem of Creation on his chest suddenly floated up and flew towards the Blade of Blasphemy in his hand…
“Click!”
With a crisp sound, the Elf Clan’s Gem of Creation perfectly fit into the groove of the Blade of Blasphemy;
It fit flawlessly, without a single gap, as if it was meant to be used this way from birth?
Mil was completely stunned, unable to pry it out!
“No? Why are you joining the fun?”
Then, the Blade of Blasphemy in his hand, or rather, the kiss of rebirth, burst forth with dazzling green light!
“No! The color of this effect is wrong!”
Mil tried to pull it out, but it wouldn’t budge…
The brilliant light rippled like water, and warm spring breezes, carrying the scent of morning dew, blew in all directions;
Behind Mil, the ethereal image of the Goddess of Creation appeared…
The injuries of everyone in the entire castle gradually began to heal, scorched earth sprouted new greenery, withered trees awakened tender buds, and ice on the city walls melted into gurgling spring water.
Diana’s beautiful silver hair fluttered in the wind, and her shattered soul was nourished by the golden light, slowly recovering.
At the same time, the sound of iron cavalry shaking the valley came from afar.
Mil turned to look, why was it another Royal Knights?
His power hadn’t completely dissipated, so he could still deal with another batch…
However, the two figures appearing on the cliff completely dispelled his thoughts.
They were the Master of the Red Tower, the Ninth-Tier Mage Annie, who had traveled thousands of miles to provide support.
On the other side, there was also a Spiral Tower Sage, a Super-Tier Mage with the Philosopher’s Stone, Lucien Turbillon.
Mil swallowed, he couldn’t win, he couldn’t even outrun them.
Looking at the Royal Knight corpses strewn across the ground, he was utterly despondent…
Damn it!