Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 44: A River of Blood
"Whose son are you?"

"Bucky Momira's son"

"Who is Bucky Momira?"

"It's my dad!"

"How about Daddy?"

"Dad is the best."

Thump! Bucky's burly body fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. His cloudy eyes slowly lost their light, and blood gushed from his severed neck, which was now only a third of the way down.

This man, who had lived a cautious and meticulous life for most of his life, left this world with longing for his son, reluctance to leave his wife, and attachment to this world. Blood flowed rapidly from the large hole in his neck, and he never shed another breath.

"Uncle Bucky!!!!!!!!!!"

Haven, who was confronting Black Smoke Wolf on the roof, heard Paimon's cries and quickly turned around to look. He saw that the captain, who was always smiling, was lying motionless in a pool of blood.

"Gan"

Looking at Captain Bucky lying on the ground, Haven felt a little regretful. He should have rehearsed when he escaped back. Ever since the last battle of Whiterun, he had been unconscious for two whole days and woke up with a terrible headache. Haven was instinctively reluctant to do this.

But it's too late to regret it now. Looking at the chaotic defensive positions below, he has to quickly deal with the wind wolf in front of him and go down to help, otherwise the Gale Mercenary Group will be finished.

Thinking of this, Haven's ring on his right hand flashed, and a scroll appeared in his hand. As Haven poured magic into it, the scroll quickly burst into flames, forming a fireball the size of a watermelon.

With a thought, the fireball instantly flew to the black smoke wind wolf.
With a loud 'boom', the Wind Wolf, which had been lying on the roof of the car ready to launch an attack, was instantly blown into a pile of bloody and fleshy pieces.

Ignoring the loss of the 3-gold-coin fireball scroll, Haven jumped off the roof of the vehicle and joined the battle below.

“Roar~~~~~~~~~~”

With a wolf howl that pierced the sky, the black smoke enveloping the Howl of Death exploded and dispersed, the powerful airflow blowing Wells and the others seven or eight meters away. When they struggled to their feet and looked over, they were speechless with shock at the scene before them.

Death Howl, which was originally covered in snow-white fur, has now changed drastically. All its fur has fallen out, revealing its dark flesh. Numerous bone spurs have grown on its back, and its once scarlet eyes now resemble two burning magma. It emits a faint black smoke and makes everyone swallow hard as they look at it.

Seeing the sudden death howl, everyone froze on the spot, not knowing what to do.

However, Death Howl, whose brain was already dominated by killing, didn't care about anything else. Its most primal killing desire made it want to destroy all living things in front of it. Its muscles tensed up suddenly, and in an instant it was in front of a mercenary. It took a bite and a tooth-grinding sound of bones breaking was heard.

Death Howl raised its head, chewed a few times, swallowed the mercenary's upper body, and turned to look at the rest of the people.

Looking at the terrifying-looking giant wolf, Wells felt his throat go dry. He swallowed hard twice and then roared hoarsely.
"Charge! Everyone charge in together, or we'll all die here today!"

As Wells roared, the remaining people seemed to snap out of their daze, roaring and attacking the giant wolf with fearful expressions.

Death Howl, facing the mercenaries charging towards it, slightly opened its mouth, and a jet-black energy ball rapidly formed, launching towards Batilla. Batilla only had time to raise its tower shield before the energy ball arrived before it.

With a loud thud, Batila was blasted seven or eight meters away. Several huge cracks appeared in the tower shield that had brought down the dark energy ball, and Batila was pinned down by the tower shield, her fate unknown.

Seeing Batila being sent flying, Aka gritted his teeth, knowing he couldn't escape. He unleashed his fighting spirit again, blood flowing from his ears and eyes. The Berserker's Fury, strengthened by consuming his life force, made Aka feel that he possessed unparalleled power.

After unleashing two cross-shaped sword strikes at Death's Howl, he took a few steps forward and leaped high into the air.

On the other side, disregarding his grief over the tragic deaths of his subordinates, Wells gathered all his fighting spirit into his one-handed shield and crashed into Death Howl like a speeding truck.

Facing the oncoming cross-shaped sword energy, Death Howl once again gathered an energy ball and launched it. The two collided and exploded. Then, it raised its head and looked at Aka, who had jumped into the air. It swung its wolf claws like swatting a fly and slammed Aka to the ground.

Wells, who was charging up his attack, crashed into the wolf to no avail. He was sent flying by the wolf's swung tail. Feeling the impact coming from the side, Death Howl turned around and looked at Wells. It opened its mouth wide and bit Wells.

"Ah! Fight! Live to die!"

Aka, who had been slammed to the ground by the Howl of Death, roared as he stood up. The Berserker's Blood allowed Aka to temporarily forget the pain. He raised his two-handed sword and stabbed it into the giant wolf's heart. Instantly, a large amount of dark, viscous blood sprayed all over Aka.

Death howl in pain let out a miserable scream, knocked Aka to the ground with a claw, and bit down on the roaring berserker.

"Aka!"

Wells' right leg was bent to the side by Death Howl's tail. Lying on the ground, he watched as Aka was bitten in two, blood flowing rapidly from the wolf's mouth. Death Howl, who had swallowed Aka, turned to look at Wells.

As the giant wolf approached, Wells, unable to stand, lay prone on the ground, resigned to his death. Watching the approaching death howl, a phrase suddenly flashed through Wells' mind—a remark made by an old undertaker he had met earlier.
"Before a person dies, time slows down, and you quickly recall everything that happened in your life, the good, the bad, and the neither good nor bad."

Memories come flooding in like a tide.

As a child, Wells, who herded sheep with his father, one day encountered a mercenary team hired by the village to fight off wolves. Their nimble figures and handsome armor opened up a new world for Wells, who spent his days with sheep.

When the mercenaries asked for a guide, Wells, who was usually very timid, volunteered to be one. His father tried to dissuade him, but to no avail. After witnessing the mercenaries kill dozens of wolves, young Wells decided that he wanted to be like them when he grew up.

And so, despite his father’s objections, young Wells left the village with the mercenaries, killing wild animals, bandits, and people. After taking too many lives, the now-old Wells realized that he didn’t want to be that kind of person at all, and perhaps he shouldn’t have left the village at all. Actually, herding sheep was quite nice.

Paimon, run! Run as fast as you can! Run as far as you can, go back to the village and be a shepherd, just stay alive!

The light before my eyes grew brighter and brighter. Was this what death looked like? Would Tempas take someone like me as his subordinate?

"Boom~~~~~~"

A thunderclap rang out

The death howl, which had been about to unleash a murderous rage, was blasted away.
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