Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 153 The Web Weaver

Under the alternating impact of high temperature and extreme cold, the Weaver's mechanical body made a "crunching" sound under the heavy load, and the precision parts at the joints began to crack, with black oil seeping out from the cracks.

His expression became a little distorted, and he was obviously under tremendous pressure.

"Just a man-made thing!" The Weaver sneered, with a hint of madness in his eyes.

The dark red core in his chest suddenly began to spin at high speed, and a strange wave quickly spread out with him as the center.

This wave seemed to have magical power, and the attacks of the Sun and Moon Guards were instantly deflected, as if they were forcibly twisted by some invisible force.

The Sun Guard's giant hammer actually smashed towards the Moon Guard's double swords. Seeing this, the two men hurriedly retracted their strength, but it was too late to fully control it. The powerful recoil force caused them to injure their internal organs, and blood trickled out from the corners of their mouths.

"Mechanical divine deflection field." The Web Weaver raised his mechanical hand, his voice tinged with pride and arrogance. "Before the will of God, mortal attacks are meaningless."

His eyes were cold, as if declaring the powerlessness and insignificance of everyone, and that he was standing on the side of God's power, controlling the direction of this battle.

The black cat squatted on the old cat's shoulder, and its originally round vertical pupils instantly shrank into a thin line, its eyes full of vigilance and disdain.

"Meow."

(Playing tricks.)
As if it had received some kind of instruction, the huge shadow beast on the side suddenly let out a low roar, and then its body began to split rapidly, turning into dozens of black shadows, like black lightning, rushing towards the weaver from all tricky angles.

Each black shadow exuded a strange aura and had the ability to annihilate matter. Wherever it passed, even the white snowflakes were instantly swallowed up and turned into nothingness. The air was filled with a heart-pounding deathly silence.

The Weaver's originally calm expression finally changed, and the mechanical mask was completely cracked under the powerful impact.

As the mask shattered, half of the human face corroded by metal was exposed in front of everyone - it was the former defected wizard of the Round Table Council, "Ashes" Lions!

"It's you?!" Morey's eyes widened, his staff nearly dropping from his grasp in shock. His voice was filled with disbelief, "A First Ring wizard who betrayed the Council thirty years ago... you actually defected to the Mechanicus!"

Half of Lions's face was twisted with anger and madness. He let out a sharp laugh, like the cry of a night owl. "Surrender? No... it's evolution! The power of the God of Machinery is the future of this world! You fools don't understand at all!"

Before he finished speaking, his mechanical body suddenly began to swell, as if a powerful force was surging within him.

Immediately afterwards, countless silver-black tentacles burst out of the body, like flexible poisonous snakes, stabbing fiercely at the oncoming shadow beast.

Those tentacles were extremely fast and pierced through dozens of shadow beasts in the blink of an eye. The shadow beasts roared in pain and gradually dissipated into the air.

Ryans looked at everyone's shocked expressions, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes, and his mechanical limbs trembled slightly in the cold wind, as if showing the powerful strength he had gained.

Robin gritted his teeth, the power in his body surging like a raging tide.

His Blade of Order condensed again. This time, the blade completely turned dark red. The deep color seemed to be tempered from hell, emitting a chilling aura.

This is the new power gained after breaking through the Dragon Devouring Breathing Technique, a strange balance between order and mechanical divinity.

"You talk too much." Robin's eyes were cold, and his words were emotionless. The next moment, his figure flashed like a ghost, and he teleported in front of Ryans in an instant. His speed was so fast that people could hardly see his movements clearly.

The blade flashed as fast as a blood moon, slashing down with fierce momentum and powerful force.

Seeing this, Ryans' face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly raised his knife to block. However, his serrated long blade seemed so fragile in front of Robin's dark red blade of order.

With a "click", the serrated long blade was cut in half, and the dark red blade light continued to move forward, directly splitting his mechanical chest, revealing the beating dark red core inside.

"It's useless..." Although Lions was seriously injured, he still showed a ferocious grin, "As long as the core is not destroyed, I will be immortal..."

Before he could finish his words, the figure of the old cat suddenly appeared behind him like a ghost.

The old cat's skinny fingers seemed to contain infinite power and penetrated directly into Ryan's core.

"Click."

A crisp sound was heard, and cracks appeared on the surface of the core. Ryan's smile froze on his face instantly, and his eyes were full of shock and unwillingness.

"No... Impossible! This is the core of divinity, how could you..." Ryans roared in despair.

A silver light flashed in the old cat's cloudy eyes, and his tone was filled with disdain: "Because my 'one ring' and yours... are not the same thing."

At this moment, the black cat jumped lightly onto Ryans' shoulder, and its pure white eyes looked directly into his mechanical eyes.

"Meow." (Good night.)
Almost at the same moment, Ryans' body seemed to have lost all its support and instantly collapsed, turning into rusty metal fragments scattered on the snow.

In an instant, the howling wind and snow suddenly stopped, and the whole world fell into a brief silence.

Gareth slowly sheathed his greatsword, muffled breathing echoing from beneath his visor. A hint of solemnity permeated his voice. "We must rush to Southstone Village immediately. Grand Duke Frosthawk's plan may be more dangerous than we imagined."

Morey, intently examining the injuries of the Sun and Moon Guards, looked grave. He couldn't help but ask, "What does 'sacrifice' mean by Lions?"

Robin looked down at his arm where dark red lines were spreading. Without saying a word, he realized that he could only use his strongest attack once more.

The old cat snorted coldly, kicked the remains of Lions, and then picked up a memory crystal from the shattered pieces. After injecting magic power into it, the crystal projected a picture of the interior of the Frost Fortress.

In the picture, a huge inverted clock tower is slowly turning under the fortress, making a dull sound.

In the center of the clock tower, a silver-blue mechanical coffin was suspended in the air, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.

Around the coffin, twelve chained wizards were twisting their bodies in agony, their magic power being ruthlessly drained. Although their painful howls could not be heard from the crystal, their distorted expressions were enough to make people feel the pain deep in their bones.

The most horrifying thing was that two shadows of the moon appeared above the coffin, overlapping by 80% and emitting a strange light.

(End of this chapter)