Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 307 Approaching
Thump!
A dull thud rang out, and the exquisite, snow-white statue instantly shattered and collapsed.

Fragments of pebbles, carrying fine dust, surged up, smashing the carefully nurtured, vibrant flowers into shattered mud.

Squat down and look up.

The stone shard gradually slid off the streamlined black armor surface and landed on the flat mud, making a crisp sound like raindrops.

Yaro felt the tingling numbness in his wrist, stared intently at the towering figure not far away, and laughed excitedly, "You're quite strong!"

However, no one else could see this joyful smile.

Even though his gray robe was completely shattered, he still had an oxygen mask shaped like a skull covering his face.

This also made his voice sound particularly sinister and somber.

"You are also very physically strong."

The black-armored knight sheathed his spear, scrutinizing the bright eyes and full skin beneath the blond hair, and said mockingly in his deep voice:

"You're probably not very old. If you're willing to tell me who's behind this and what you were sent here for, I'll spare your life."

Yaro understood that the black-armored knight must have discerned some of his true strength and weaknesses from their earlier exchange.

but……

"You think—you've already won?"

Yaro slowly got up. The minor injuries caused by the collision had been successfully healed in the short time it had taken to use the Knight's Breathing Technique.

"if not?"

The black-armored knight glanced at the greatsword, which was burning with a faint flame.

"With your firewood stick?"

The Black-Armored Knight could say such a thing perhaps because he hadn't seen Yaro's previous attack.

It's also possible that he saw it, but didn't care about the power of the Crescent Moon Triple Slash.

Right.

Based on the firepower at the time alone, it was indeed not worth paying too much attention to.

That was merely an incidental flame used to accelerate the Crescent Moon Sword Technique, not a thick and powerful charged flame.

“You can try, and—I won’t hold back.”

Yaro looked at the bright hall behind the black-armored knight, his words cold, showing he had no interest in wasting words with him.

"Try it? What a ridiculous thing to say!"

"How about I smash you into mincemeat? Or how about I stab you into a sieve?"

"Perhaps I should smash your limbs and use you as my sixteenth collectible?"

The black-armored knight's eyes gleamed with ferocity.

Even so, he remained at the crossroads without moving an inch, effectively thwarting Yaro's attempt to avoid the battle by taking a detour.

Five limbs?

The sixteenth collection?

What a barbaric and cruel fetish!

Yaro bent over, gripping his sword. The Lava Eye on the greatsword moved silently, and his muscles tensed.

"Limbs, torso, joints, throat and neck... all are covered in thick iron armor. The only weakness, just like mine, is my head!"

Yaro didn't know why he wasn't wearing a helmet, but it was a great thing for Yaro.

The small fleshy ball on top of that lump of iron is a huge opening that can cause a fatal wound!

But faced with Yaro's murderous gaze, the black-armored knight seemed overjoyed, even bursting into a wide, excited laugh, revealing a mouthful of scarlet, shark-like teeth:

"Yes! That's it, that's the look in my eyes! I love it!"

"Since you're unwilling to confess, then you'll become part of my collection!"

"You'll naturally tell me everything you know then, and beg me to kill you!" "But don't worry."

"I told you, I would spare your life if you told me."

In the midst of this delay, the guards had already regrouped, forming a neat and tight formation. Their faces were fierce, and their brownish-red weapons flashed with a bloody, cold light in the fiery candlelight.

"You wretched rat, before the adults cut off your limbs, I'll sever your tendons one by one!"

"Sever it? Before that, let me stick a toothpick under his fingernails, then kick his leg hard against the wall!"

"How about I wait until you're done with your work, then we'll use the door crack to pinch his fingers one by one, and keep opening and closing the door?"

"I'm not as good at playing games as you guys, but I said I'd skin him alive, and I mean it!"

“Sir Sir Schleapak wants to keep him as a collectible. You’ve skinned him several times, killing him each time. How can that be acceptable?”

"Then I can only make a small incision on his finger, like peeling off a hangnail, and peel off the skin from all four limbs little by little!"

"Won't the fifth limb be removed?"

"Isn't that making him feel good?"

"Will that be comfortable?"

"Hahaha……"

……

Amidst this cruel mockery, they wielded various weapons and moved with measured, hurried steps toward Yaro.

"Shhhhh..."

The soft, comfortable sound of leather boot soles striking the smooth ground masked the cries of the surrounding soldiers, while the advancing troops seemed to freeze the very air around them.

The black-armored knight is in no hurry.

He stood guard at the crossroads to prevent Yarrow from rushing into the hall and disturbing the Viscount and the distinguished guest.

The closely arrayed troops from other directions will deliver the 'treasure' directly to him.

"The way you laugh is absolutely disgusting!"

Yaro sighed softly, ignoring the words behind him and showing no sign of urgency on his face.

Are the guards with long weapons approaching?
It would be even better if we got a little closer!

Only by getting closer can they seal off the surrounding gaps and obstruct the archers' firing trajectory.

Moreover, the longer the time drags on, the stronger the fire stored inside the Lava Eye will become, and the higher the probability of succeeding in one move!

Looking into Yaro's calm and cold eyes, the black-armored knight inexplicably sensed a sense of danger.

This is a judgment made by a seasoned veteran from the body language of his opponent.

Similar to a certain game that Yalu liked to play in his previous life, experienced players can judge that danger is approaching just by looking at the opponent's movement.

"Hurry up! What are you dawdling for!" The black-armored knight dared not abandon his post and could only angrily reprimand the guards behind him.

The leader, mingling among the guards, explained aggrievedly, "Sir, he moves very quickly and can also release a kind of mist. We must maintain a neat and dense formation to prevent him from escaping in the chaos."

The black-armored knight glanced at Yaro, who stood like a cold statue, and his sense of crisis grew stronger.

But the leader's explanation also makes sense.

The guards had limited training, so their movement speed was naturally slower in order to maintain a neat formation.

Faced with this situation, the black-armored knight could only reassure himself: "It should be alright... They're only a few dozen meters away. Even if they're moving slowly, it won't take them long. What can that kid do in that short time?"

Even so, he became more vigilant, stopped speaking, and kept his eyes fixed on Yaro, while secretly stimulating the life seed within his body.

A warm, life-giving force flowed from the seed of life, continuously surging into his arms.

Gripping his spear tightly, the black-armored knight was ready to unleash his secret technique.

(End of this chapter)