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Volume 5 Dance of the Ice Dragon Chapter 12 Knight

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    Oh my God, by all the gods!  don't want!

    Some villagers began to struggle in place.  They were like dryads with roots under their feet, struggling to pull up their stiff, unbendable feet from the soil.  The tengu slowly devoured the sun, and the surroundings became darker and darker.  One after another, shadows loomed over them.  The spreading, clustered shadows were like sticky rancid gel, and there seemed to be countless demons and monsters twisting, grinning, and making heart-stopping shouts.

    Leo looked around.

    The forest surrounding the village is as dark as asphalt, with mist rising from all directions.  The billowing dark clouds drove away the tengu, and the darkness from the cemetery grabbed his heart.  The cold is always there.  Like

    He thought about it and found the most suitable description and comparison.

    ¡­Just like the cold body of the paladin when he was in a coma.  So cold that touching him was like being burned by fire.

    Leo suddenly turned around, feeling a little relieved.  The paladin who had bathed in the Holy Light was still there.  Even though his eyes were dull and his face was in pain, he didn't look too good.  But he is still there after all.  The alchemist winked at the swordswoman, telling her to take a good look at him.  No matter what, he is the most suspect.  At least that's what his instincts told him.

    The sky was getting darker and darker, and the arakkoa and the knights returned with swords in hand.

    "Carry them into the hotel." Leo ordered loudly, "Hurry up, hurry up."

    He raised his head and glanced at the devoured sun. He didn't know how much time was left for them. They could only do their best and obey fate.  The soldiers hugged some stiff villagers and turned around to return, but their steps stopped because they saw a strange, empty cobblestone road that stretched from in front of them to the entrance of the village, and then led into the dark  forest.  The houses that had been blocked before seemed to disappear in an instant, disappearing like ghosts.

    The knights hurry up, the hotel behind them is the only shelter, and they have to move these unarmed guys in.  But they found they couldn't get off the road.  Something invisible, perhaps the air itself, prevents anyone from escaping this way.

    "Sir Sir" A knight's voice was trembling.

    Leo didn¡¯t answer for the time being, he narrowed his eyes slightly.  At the end of the road, the darkness condensed by thick fog seemed like a door to another world. A series of heavy and powerful horse hooves suddenly sounded, breaking the dead silence of the surrounding cemetery.

    "Monster!" The woodcutter screamed like a frightened duck, "Yes, it's that monster!"

    The village chief's eyes widened in horror, "He, he didn't lie." The old man's swallowing voice was particularly harsh.  "Alton, Holy Mother, what kind of monster is that?"

    The pastor¡¯s lips trembled, ¡°I, I don¡¯t know.¡±

    "Don't even talk." He roared in a low voice, trying his best to suppress the uneasiness and fear that surged up in his heart.  "Everyone is ready to fight."

    The thick fog stretched out its tentacles from the gravel road.  The moon finally completely blocked the sun, and night enveloped the entire world.  Stars appear overhead and mountains rise on either side of primeval forest.  Time and distance seem to have lost their meaning here.  A strange black figure appeared from the end of the road and was approaching them.  The sky became like Hades, and under the cold and dim starlight, the mysterious outline was clearly visible.

    The shape of the figure is not weird. It is a person riding on a horse, but it does not look like a thing from the underworld at all.

    The other party was getting closer and closer, and Leo could see clearly the whole picture of the knight and the mount under his crotch.

    The horse was terrifyingly tall and muscular, like a war horse, but more powerful than any noble purebred horse.  Leo felt that it was like a giant beast, more ferocious than the flaming horse in hell.  The giant beast's nostrils twitched, spraying white steam into the cold air.  Its fur is black and shiny, like oiled metal, its eyes are white and round, and its teeth are bared in an evil smile.  Every time its powerful horse hooves hit the gravel road, it will roar and splash bright sparks.  It's like a dark, filthy monster from the bottomless abyss.

    The knight is sitting on the monster.  He was richly dressed, his clean white shirt and spotless black velvet jacket full of aristocratic style.  However, the decorations and matching styles on the clothes are very old and have long been out of fashion. The red and black cloak flutters behind him, completely blocking the road behind, as if it doesn't exist anymore.

    "Hewhat is he?" the priest murmured in horror.

    The scary knight.  Leo recognized it.  Human beings who were bewitched by demons and became corrupted.

    "Don't come here, don't come here." Everyone screamed in unison.

    The militiamen all seemed to be in shacklesThey retreated slowly like prisoners, and the gathering cold air strangled their joints, freezing their blood that was still hot just now, making it difficult for their most cautious movements to take shape.  The only thing that can move in their bodies now is their hearts, which are beating heavily in their chests.

    The knight pulled out a shiny heavy sword from his broad cloak.  Leo saw a red droplet sliding along the sharp blade, stopping at the tip of the needle-sharp sword, and finally falling.  The droplets disappeared into the black wind before they landed on the cold pebbles, all of which was terrifying.

    "Helphelp" A woman cried out in fear, like a stone thrown into the water, and everyone shouted.  Their only wish is to escape.  Escape and stay alive.  But their will to act was frozen together with their trembling hands and feet.  They would just stand there trembling, as helpless as children, watching simple death enter their world.

    The horse looked sideways at them, growing larger and larger, even more solid than the surrounding granite peaks.  This horrible undead was coming towards them.  They desperately tried to pray to the gods, but no one could hear them.

    Rumbles of thunder descended from the violent, dark sphere in the sky, like a never-ending avalanche, and the bare winter trees swayed wildly under the impact.  However, the sound of approaching hooves overwhelmed the roar of nature and filled the cold air.  The knocking sound was like an invisible slap, slapped angrily on their faces with ferocious force.

    The terrifying knight raised his deadly heavy sword, as if performing some solemn ceremony.

    Suddenly, the shining electric light extended from one end of the sky to the other, and refused to dissipate for a long time, illuminating the knight's cold and heartless face: empty eyes, eyes burning with gray flames, and pale bodies that looked like dead bodies.  thin face.

    "Xia, Charlotte?" The paladin shouted in surprise.

    Leo didn¡¯t care about the name or identity of the terrifying knight.  He saw something even more unbelievable and deeply frightening to him through the flash of light that refused to go away for a long time.

    ??Ancient knights, ancient coats of arms.

    "He's a white knight!" Ivira screamed.

    He was once a white knight¡ªthe white knight of the Church of Andal.

    "No! This is impossible." The unresisting paladin said painfully. His weak legs fell to his knees on the cold and stiff ground, "Impossible!"

    With these feeble words, their body consciousness suddenly returned.  The villagers tried to escape, but the road was blocked, like an invisible mirror.  They lay on the empty air, scratching hard and shouting helplessly.  The knight stopped advancing.  His eyes did not linger on the paladin.  His indifferent eyes swept over everyone in front of him, and the war horse under his crotch showed its neat teeth, grinning like a newly unearthed skeleton.

    Leo is strongly aware that the other person is like a cat playing with a mouse. He likes to watch their panic and fear.  No matter how much the paladins call each other by their original names, their enemies will have no sympathy.

    A dog rushed under the horse like crazy and was trampled mercilessly by its huge hooves, like wheat in a threshing machine.

    In the trembling crowd, the village chief shouted tremblingly, "Stop him, don't let him come."

    The militiamen shouted orders, they formed a war, wooden weapons were raised high, a dozen crossbows were loaded with arrows, and they shot a shower of arrows through the cold air.  There were many tiny holes added to the knight's fluttering cloak. One of the arrows hit his arrow, and the shaft of the arrow penetrated directly into the feathers. Another arrow was aimed very accurately and shot straight through his collar.  , and poked a notch in the lapel at the back of the neck.  But the other party was unmoved.  He seemed to be just a projection existing in the mortal world, and no iron or stone could hurt him.

    ¡°Keep shooting, keep shooting!¡± the militia captain shouted, ¡°Don¡¯t stop!¡±

    More arrows swarmed in, but still had no effect.  The soldiers attacked again, this time targeting the horses.  The barbed arrow penetrated the dark flesh of the animal, leaving blood-red ribbons under the nightmarish monster.  Under the starlight, the metal decorations on the Terror Knight's clothes were as dazzling as the sky.  White vapor spurted out from the giant horse's nostrils, and the thunder beneath its feet shook all the stones on the road.

    The village chief pressed his back against the invisible wall, unable to do anything but watch the end of fear unfold before his eyes.

    "Alton, pastor," the village chief fell to the ground, begging with a pale face, "help us, only you can save us."

    The pastor also looked frightened.  "II can't do anything."

    "Where is yourmagic?"

      The war horse's grin became even wider.

    "Our Lady" The pastor was at a loss, "Our Lady will bless us."

    On the other side, there were five militiamen who seemed to realize that resistance was futile. They threw away their weapons and fled like headless flies. They ran past the knight and fled deeper into the thick fog.  But Leo knew that in the end they would not be able to escape.  How can two legs be faster than a terrifying war horse?  However, the remaining militiamen bravely raised their swords and axes and prepared for battle.

    The knight finally started his action.  He drove his mount into the crowd.  Swords and axes were all ineffective against the knights, and the silver heavy sword rose and fell with inhuman speed and precision. Headless corpses fell one after another, blood gurgled out, and the orderly array of militiamen was also disrupted.

    "No!" they screamed.

    The knight hesitated and looked at the indifferent alchemist, trying to join the battle circle.  But Leo stopped them immediately, "Don't go, you can't hurt him." He ignored their dissatisfied eyes, "You will only die in vain. Your swords can't hit him at all. You can't stop him.  The edge of the sword."

    The village chief heard their argument, and he shouted to him as if he had grasped the last straw, "Save us, alchemist, please." He lay on the gravel road in despair.

    The priest was also pleading: "Alchemist, please helpus."

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