Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 177 Fake

Feng Ling suddenly grabbed his wrist: "Not good! The destruction of the mark will trigger a chain reaction. Duke Hawke's knights are on their way!"

Before she finished speaking, the sound of horns could be heard in the distance.

Robin keenly noticed that these sounds came from three different directions, the closest one less than a kilometer away.

"Let's go?" Feng Ling had already unfolded the teleportation array.

Robin shook his head and stuck the new Tang sword into the ground: "It's too late. Besides," his eyes flashed with fighting spirit, "it's a good opportunity to test the sword with them."

When the first team of guard knights broke through the woods, they saw a scene that they would never forget.

Robin stepped on the gray-robed knight, with the back of the new Tang sword resting on his shoulder. A light unique to Robin emanated from him, and his eyes were full of mockery.

"This is..." the leading grey-robed knight's voice trembled, "Order Force Field?!"

In response, Robin's voice was terrifyingly calm:

"Welcome to my territory."

The ground beneath Robin's feet was covered with ripples of golden light. With the new Tang sword as the center, the space within a hundred meters suddenly solidified.

The charging guard knights remained frozen in place, their swords swung, even the falling leaves hovered three inches in front of their noses.

Feng Ling's pocket watch suddenly turned over, and a grain of time sand popped out from her fingertips: "Three minutes."

"That's enough." Robin chuckled, and the blade lightly lifted the broken mask of the gray knight.

When the face covered with star-shaped scars was exposed in the moonlight, Feng Ling took a breath of cold air. This was the captain of the royal guards who should have died twenty years ago.

What is Duke Hawke planning?
Or is the royal family planning something?
The new Tang sword suddenly let out a dragon roar, and Robin's figure split into twelve afterimages in the force field, each afterimage posing a different starting posture.

The first afterimage thrust pierced through the breastplates of the five knights;
The second afterimage slashed across, and the six fine steel swords broke with a sound;

When the twelfth afterimage returned to its position, the thirty-man vanguard had all knelt on the ground, each with a penetrating wound on his left shoulder, accurately avoiding all vital parts.

"Now." Robin's true form appeared behind the guard leader, the tip of the knife pressed against his seventh vertebra, "Tell me what Duke Hawke wants to do?"

The leader's pupils suddenly dilated, and a spiderweb-like blue light appeared under his skin.

Feng Ling's expression suddenly changed: "It's a memory restriction! Retreat quickly!"

"boom!"

The shock wave of the self-destruction was compressed into an energy ball with a diameter of two meters by the order force field. Robin held the ball of restless blue light in one hand, and the dragon scales on his right arm were faintly visible.

Duke Hawke's sinister laugh could be heard from afar: "Lord Devourer Knight, are you satisfied with this gift?"

Feng Ling's pocket watch suddenly cracked: "Something is wrong! These knights are living bombs!"

As if to confirm her words, the bodies of the second group of charging knights swelled at the same time.

Robin's mouth curled up into a furious arc, and he pressed the energy ball into the new Tang sword: "Then let's see who kills faster!"

Whirlpool-like patterns appeared on the blade, and the terrifying suction force formed a tornado.

Fifty bodies on the verge of exploding were pulled towards the tip of the knife, and at the moment of contact, they turned into pure energy streams.

Robin's right eye completely turned into a vertical pupil, and crystal dragon scales appeared on his neck.

"Are you crazy?!" Feng Ling threw out the Sand of Time Chain and wrapped it around his waist. "Overconsumption will accelerate your transformation into a dragon!"

But it was too late to stop it.

After devouring fifty knights, the new Tang sword burst out with star-like light. Robin swung a sword that pierced through the sky and earth in the direction where Duke Hawke's voice came from: "I found you." Wherever the sword light passed, the space shattered like a fragile mirror, revealing Duke Hawke who was hiding in the magic barrier ten miles away.

The raven emblem on his chest suddenly exploded, and the substitute puppet turned into ashes with screams.

"Cough cough." Robin suddenly knelt on one knee, and the blood he spat out was stained with golden starlight.

The sealing runes of the wind chimes moved beneath his skin, barely suppressing the runaway dragon blood.

A long horn sounded in the distance, and the third group of guards appeared carrying siege-grade magic cannons.

Just as the dazzling light from the charging magic cannon was about to explode, countless redbud petals suddenly fell from the night sky.

Each petal was precisely attached to the gun barrel, and in an instant, honeycomb-shaped holes were corroded on the refined gold barrel.

"The Bauhinia Organization's 'Kiss of Withering'..." Duke Hawke's roar suddenly got stuck in his throat, "How dare you interfere in my affairs."

The Bauhinia Organization is an underground organization secretly active in the West and North. Its strength is mysterious and it is said that it may have third-level strongmen. Therefore, the Knights Guild and the Round Table Council turn a blind eye to its existence.

The main reason is that this organization is engaged in underground commercial trade and will not damage the obvious interests of the nobles. In addition, it is powerful, so naturally no noble is willing to cause trouble.

An ivory folding fan was pressed against the Duke's back. Lady Aisha's voice was filled with a lazy smile: "My dear, you are disturbing my guests."

The cracks on the wind chime pocket watch suddenly oozed silver light, resonating with the redbud flowers all over the sky to form a teleportation array diagram.

The last thing Robin saw before he fell into darkness was the distorted face of Duke Hawke.

The other half of the raven emblem on his chest was turning into powder in Lady Aisha's palm.

"So you are the master of the Bauhinia Organization." Duke Hawke said coldly. He did not turn around, but he would definitely not have misheard the voice after sleeping in the same bed for so many years.

"I didn't want to be exposed, but you've been too cruel recently." Lady Aisha closed her folding fan and fell into the shadow behind her.

Inside the secret bunker of the Bauhinia Organization.

"Snapped!"

Lady Eshar slapped Robin to the ground on the carpet, and his gilded vertical pupils were forcibly turned back into human form.

"What a troublemaker you are! If I hadn't promised Melinda, I would have saved you."

Feng Ling walked over with a smile: "Madam, this guy is still very useful. He has reached the level of Order Knight."

Lady Aisha's pupils shrank slightly, and she looked at Robin, who had fainted, in surprise.

"This guy is really good at giving people surprises! No wonder Melinda thinks so highly of him. Such a young Knight of Order, even on the Pavel continent, would be considered a genius."

The study at the Duke of Hawke's residence.

"Waste!" The Duke kicked over the crystal ball. "How could that bastard become a Knight of Order? He's only so old!"

The think tank, kneeling on the ground, trembled as he held up a memory crystal. "But according to the battle footage, he did use a complete order force field."

"Bullshit!" The Duke ripped open his collar, revealing the beating Star Marrow Crystal at his heart. "I sacrificed 30,000 slaves to gain the power of pseudo-order. How could he do that?"

The words stopped abruptly.

The Duke suddenly remembered the Grand Duke of the North who was nailed to the gallows on that snowy night twenty years ago.

It is said that he laughed wildly until his death, saying that his bloodline would eventually tear apart the hypocritical starry sky.

"Go to the dungeon." He shattered the crystal with his fist. "Bring that old cat up here. It's time to ask him what he stole from the North."

(End of this chapter)