I must draw my sword immediately!

Chapter 63 Ten Thousand People Follow
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With the Proficiency level of [Throwing],
By receiving physical enhancement from Merry in advance using the 'Second Restraint and Liberation',

Based on his inherent exceptional E-level physical strength.

Ultimately, they achieved the D-level strength that only a top master could possibly possess.

This is a power ten times greater than the limits of human capability.

Without the aid of 'qi' granted by the job class, every action taken under these extreme conditions would place a tremendous burden on Suya's body.

this moment,
Suya felt that the sonic boom punch he had thrown at Hammond had made his entire right hand numb. Even with the protection of his Noble Phantasm, this was still a power that he could not control at his current level.

Therefore, he raised his left hand at this moment.

He drew the ceremonial sword from his waist with his left hand, while his right hand hung limply at his sides, trembling awkwardly beneath his cloak.

Suya ignored this and instead stared coldly at Hammond, who was sent flying by the sonic boom punch.

Subsequently,

Stand in a lunge position, rotate your waist, and swing your left arm up to the maximum extent.

It spun out like a spinning top!

"—Swoosh!"

The ritual sword, instantly accelerated by terrifying brute force until its blade turned red, transformed into a beam of red light and shot out!
Almost in the blink of an eye, they caught up with Hammond, who had been sent flying by a single punch.
Like a hot knife cutting through butter, it shattered the last vestiges of Hammond's 'spirit'.
The sword tip cut in from the ear.

It pierced through his brain, causing Hammond, who was still in mid-air, to plummet.

boom!
Nailed to the ground.

but!
Even so, this top-tier master spearman is still alive!
Like a drowning fish on the shore, he kept opening and closing his mouth, inhaling more and more air, while exhaling less and less.

His gaze was vacant, his mind blank, lost in thought.
How to escape this predicament, how to fight with all our might to prevent the army from collapsing, how to utilize them, and how to use this king who appeared out of nowhere to secure our own survival.
All, everything
At this moment, it all turned into a monotonous, long ringing in my ears.
With his head pinned to the ground by the sword, he could only strain to open his remaining eye and look to the north.

Looking at—

The young king, whose face was contorted with rage and fury, slowly calmed the fierce expression on his noble countenance.
Then, she walked towards him with a cold expression.

At last,
A silver armored boot blocked his view.

"Circuit, link—"

"Treatment, begin!"

The king's clear, bard-like voice soothed the spearman's last instinctive, primal urge to struggle.

He just felt more and more sleepy.

At last,
Hammond couldn't help but think—

What I was facing was such a powerful, noble, and awe-inspiring king!
In his final moments, he was actually treating himself!?
Then,

If only I hadn't killed the king's ten knights for my own selfish desires...

Will everything be different?
Will he become the king's most loyal knight? Will he share the glory of knighthood with the king? Will he?
"Gah!"

A sudden pain shot through his head, and Hammond's eyes widened sharply.
A chill ran down my spine!
Under Wang's treatment, the part of the sympathetic nervous system responsible for sensing 'pain' suddenly and unexpectedly became displaced.

Then, an excruciating pain, ten thousand times greater than anything one could normally feel, struck, as if someone were hammering ten thousand nails into the nail bed one by one!
This is the most merciful death sentence, and also the most resolute punishment!
"Hehehehehehehehehehehe—"

Hammond's expression suddenly changed as he faced the army on Suya's side. His already sunken and distorted face was tormented by pain until it was completely twisted into an indescribable lump, and he let out a desperate cry like a man who had just had his toe smashed.

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The entire plain was silent.

Twenty-seven thousand people stared in shock at the blond young knight who was stepping on Hammond's face.

until--

Hammond, writhing in agony and screaming, died completely.

Suya raised his left hand, pulled the ceremonial sword, which had become slightly crooked from the impact with his skull, from his head, and sheathed it back at his waist.

then,

He raised his head and looked at the five thousand cavalrymen forming a long dragon-like formation in front of him, and the seventeen thousand lightly armored infantry squares.

At first glance,
The entire army of 22,000 men couldn't help but take a step back in unison!
Countless routed soldiers stared in terror at Suya, who had so easily killed Hammond.
They couldn't even sense a professional aura from Suya.

But this person, whose class was practically nonexistent, actually killed Hammond, a top-tier master-level spearman, so easily.

Previously, the only person capable of doing this was the hero who blocked and strangled them, Philotas! In fact, despite having an overwhelming advantage, Philotas failed to kill Hammond several times.

And now,
The king who came to 'welcome' them
he made it!

Suya let out a deep breath, tucking her two almost numb arms inside her blue cloak trimmed with white mink fur.
Then, steeling himself and relying on his expertise as a con artist, he suppressed the urge to grimace in pain and forced a nonchalant expression onto his face as he slowly walked toward the fleeing army on the other side.

Pat, pat.
Silver armor boots rolled over blood, over grass, over yellow earth.

until,

Suya arrived before this routed army, a square formation of five thousand cavalrymen.

"--brush!"

He did not utter a word, nor did he make any gesture.
Just by coming to them,

He slowly raised his head and swept his indifferent gaze across the faces of the leading rank of cavalrymen.

The next moment,
The cavalrymen in that row trembled and involuntarily retreated to the sides.
then,

The next rank of cavalry, following the first, continued to retreat to the sides.
Like a tide parting in the middle, rows of knights retreated to both sides, paving a smooth road for Suya, the king of knights!
He ignored the thousands of men and walked straight through the five thousand to the center of this rout army.

along the way,

The knights dismounted, the armored soldiers sheathed their swords and shields, and the spearmen stood at attention!

More than 17,000 people all looked at the blond-haired young knight who was slowly walking to the center of the army formation.
No explanation is needed; simply witnessing their presence on the battlefield and appreciating their aura in the field of vision is enough.

They will then be able to understand—

He is the king!
He is the King of Knights of Britain!
then,

They then saw—

The king arrived at the center of the army formation, flicked up the left side of his cloak, and placed his left hand on the hilts of the two swords at his waist.
He coldly surveyed the surroundings.
Then, in Wang's clear, melodious voice, like that of a bard, he called out in a clear and resonant voice:
"Dagonet!"

The moment the words fell,
"exist!"

A tall knight, clad in silver plate armor and sporting a small mustache, appeared out of nowhere and knelt before the king.

"Knight, Dagonet—"

"From this day forward, you shall take command of this army in my stead!"

Suya paused, raised her left hand, drew the slightly crooked ceremonial sword, held it horizontally, and pressed it against the right shoulder of Dagonit, who was bowing his head in front of him.

"But those who dare to disobey, shall be killed with this sword!"

Seeing this scene, I reflected on its significance to me.

Dagonet felt his body trembling as it had never before.
His eyes gradually welled up with tears, his nose stung intensely, and even his mustache swayed incessantly.

He could only bury his head deeply.

Then, they raised their hands as if they were offering the remains of God!

Sua withdrew the sword, gripped the hilt with one hand, and placed the blade flat in Dagonet's palm.

Knight, Dagonet
At this moment, he finally completed the last ritual that he had not finished more than ten years ago, swearing allegiance to his true master!
"As ordered!"

Dagnite gripped the hilt of his sword, sheathed the longsword, and struck his heart with the hilt!
Boom!
"Your knight Dagnite will, as you wish, lead your army to break through the encirclement and lead your people back to their homeland!"

The more than 20,000 soldiers who witnessed this scene were all stunned, staring at Suya in astonishment.

At a time when everyone was pessimistic about them, and all the higher-ups only saw them as cannon fodder and expendable resources,
Only this king said he would take them home!
The next moment,
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
*Swish! Swish! My King! Swish! Swish!*
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
One by one, the knights and soldiers knelt down, pounded their chests with their hands, and paid the highest respect to the benevolent and noble king in the center of the army!

"Boom!"

Amidst the deafening clang of the breastplate, ten thousand men followed in awe!

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