Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 152 Trump Card
"Shadow Devourer." The old cat muttered in a low voice.

The shadow beast suddenly exerted force, opened its huge mouth, and a powerful suction force came out of its mouth, swallowing more than ten mechanical wolves into its stomach in an instant like a black hole.

The swallowed mechanical wolves struggled desperately in the darkness, making harsh metallic friction sounds, but in just a moment, their mechanical structures began to rapidly disintegrate, and even their regeneration cores were completely annihilated, turning into wisps of black smoke escaping from the shadow beast's mouth.

Just when the battle situation was slightly eased by the old cat's move, a low laugh suddenly came from the depths of the snow curtain. The laughter echoed in the wind and snow, revealing endless chill and ridicule.

"The Round Table Council...it really lives up to its reputation."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure in a silver-gray robe slowly walking out of the snow and fog.

His face was tightly covered by a mechanical mask, revealing only a pair of cold electronic eyes that emitted a cold blue light, as if they could see through everything.

Under the robe, one could vaguely see sophisticated and complex mechanical limbs, which made a slight sound of gears turning as he walked.

Embedded in the chest was a beating dark red core, emitting a strange and dazzling light.

"Who are you?" Gareth looked solemn, and the runes on his silver heavy armor lit up again, with powerful magical fluctuations spreading. He gripped the spear tightly in both hands, with the tip of the spear pointing at the newcomer, and his muscles were tense, like a beast ready to attack.

The masked man chuckled softly, his voice distorted as it came through the speaker on the mask. "Codenamed 'Web Weaver,' Grand Duke Frosthawk's... collaborator."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hooked his finger lightly, as if triggering some mechanism.

The snow that originally seemed solid suddenly collapsed, and countless silver-black mechanical spider silks shot out from the ground like sharp arrows, at an extremely fast speed that was impossible to defend against.

The Sun and Moon Guards were unable to dodge and were instantly entangled by the spider silk.

The spider silk was like a living thing, frantically corroding their armor, making a "sizzling" sound, trying to drill into the inside and control their bodies.

Seeing this, Morey was extremely anxious. He waved his staff rapidly and muttered, "Dissociation!"

A dazzling beam of magic shot out from the tip of the staff, accurately striking the spider silk wrapped around the Sun and Moon Guards. However, to everyone's surprise, the spider silk only slowed down for a moment before continuing its frantic attack, as if Morey's spell was merely a minor distraction.

"It's useless. These spider silks are mixed with 'divine metal' and cannot be destroyed by ordinary witchcraft." The weaver said leisurely, his tone full of pride and arrogance, as if everything was under his control.

Robin felt the situation was critical, and the power of order in his body surged again. In the blink of an eye, a blade of order emitting silver-blue light condensed and took shape in his hand.

The runes on the blade flickered, as if telling the ancient laws of order.

He tapped his feet lightly and rushed towards the weaver like an arrow. The biting cold wind whistled behind him, as if cheering him on.

The Weaver looked at Robin's swift attack, and the mechanical mask suddenly cracked, revealing a strange smiling face inside.

His voice came from under the mask with a somewhat strange accent: "You are the one chosen by the Watcher... We finally meet." There seemed to be many unknown secrets hidden in his words.

Before he finished speaking, the arms of the Web Weaver suddenly changed. The original arms twisted and reorganized in an instant, and in the blink of an eye turned into two serrated long blades with flashing cold light.

The blade is covered with sharp barbs, emitting a chilling aura.

Almost at the same moment, Robin's Blade of Order arrived and collided heavily with the Weaver's serrated blade. "Dang!"

There was a deafening bang, like the ringing of a huge bell.

Sparks flew at the point of collision, and the power of order and mechanical divinity intertwined and eroded each other.

Robin only felt a powerful and strange force coming along the blade, which made his arm numb.

The power of the Web Weaver far exceeded his expectations. Every slash brought with it a strange shock wave. This shock wave was like an invisible force, trying to penetrate Robin's body, disrupting the energy balance in his body and causing his movements to slow down for a moment.

"Do you think Grand Duke Frosthawk truly cares about those two villages?" Web Weaver whispered in a low voice, a chill that seemed to emanate from the Netherworld, as he engaged Robin in a fierce exchange. "That was merely bait... The true ritual has already begun."

Robin's pupils constricted sharply upon hearing this, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart. He glared at the Web Weaver and demanded, "What?!" At this moment, his Blade of Order's attack slowed slightly, his heart pounding with the sudden news.

The Weaver's electronic eyes flickered with a cold light, like a will-o'-the-wisp on a cold night. "When the two moons overlap, the throne of God will descend, and you will be the final sacrifice."

His voice held a hint of madness and triumph, as if announcing an inevitable fate.

After hearing this, Robin felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to his heart.

Everyone was suddenly shocked, as if they were hit by a heavy hammer.

The old cat reacted quickly and shouted repeatedly: "Don't be fooled by him. If we fail, our death will be no different from a sacrifice." His voice was full of anxiety and determination, trying to awaken everyone from the panic caused by this sudden news.

"Sacrifice?" Gareth repeated the word, and the silver-white heavy armor suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, as if to illuminate the ice and snow.

The eyes beneath the visor burned with cold fury, a fury that contained anger towards the enemy and resentment towards his fate.

He took a step forward, and the powerful force caused the ground to crack under the pressure of the Order Knight, and cracks spread in all directions like a spider web.

The giant sword in his hand is wrapped with materialized chains of laws, and each chain exudes a powerful force of order.

"Let's see who will be sacrificed!" Gareth roared, his voice resounding like a bell. He raised his greatsword high and slashed it down with all his might. The blow seemed to contain the power to annihilate heaven and earth, and the very space seemed to be torn apart by the blow, making a sharp sound.

A crack suddenly appeared on the Web Weaver's mechanical mask, and the crack spread as quickly as spider silk.

The web weaver's expression changed slightly, and he quickly retreated, while crossing the serrated long blade in front of him to block.

Gareth's attack was too powerful. Although he barely blocked the blow, he was still knocked back several meters. The snow under his feet exploded into a vacuum, and snowflakes flew everywhere.

At this moment, the Sun and Moon Guards attacked at the same time.

The Sun Guard held a giant hammer tightly in both hands, and the hammer was burning with blazing white flames, as if the power of the sun was concentrated in it; the Moon Guard brandished two swords, and the two swords were wrapped in dark blue frost, emitting a biting chill.

The two men's attacks were perfectly synchronized, one hot and one cold, one hard and one soft, forming a stranglehold net with no dead angles, and they attacked the weaver swiftly.

(End of this chapter)