Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 86 Hanged
"Mr. Will, what if they don't do what they said earlier after they're done?"

Heavent, who was observing the situation, heard Lori's question and, unable to contain himself, turned around and gave the latter a sharp flick on the forehead. Under Lori's aggrieved gaze, he said fiercely:
"Can't you think more positively? What if they don't follow the rules? Of course, we should try to break out. Are we just going to wait to die?"

"I mean, I mean, is it possible that Sister Serena could come and save us?"

Upon hearing Lori's suggestion, Haven stroked his chin and thought about it seriously for a moment. After recalling the girl's usual demeanor, he decisively shook his head.

"Hiss! That's unlikely. Maybe she's still sleeping."

Listening to Havent's assessment of Serena, Lori thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"Stop thinking about those things. If anything unexpected happens later, I'll throw a few scrolls to create some chaos. You have to stick close to me, and we'll run away in the confusion."

After making the arrangements, Haven took another look at the situation in the hall.

At the same time, after searching, the rebels found Oliver in a luxury private room on the fifth floor. Upon receiving the report from his subordinates, Cubas quickly led his men to the fifth floor.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Baron Oliver huddled in a corner, wrapped in a bath towel, trembling. He screamed in alarm as Cubas approached.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! Commander Kubasa, let me go, let me go! I have money, I have money!"

Kubasi looked at Baron Oliver with disgust, walked up to the latter, and slowly squatted down.
"Ah! Lord Oliver, I didn't expect to see you again so soon. I'm so glad to see you."

Looking at Kubasi so close by, and recalling the fate of the Lord of Windhelm, Oliver seemed to lose control of his body, and a bright puddle of water appeared on the floor.

Kubasi wrinkled his nose and gently patted Oliver's chubby face.

"Your Excellency, are you also afraid of death?"

Before Oliver could speak, Coopers reached out and suddenly pinched the latter's cheek, forcing his mouth open uncontrollably under the strong pressure.

“Your Excellency, please stop begging for mercy, because I don’t want to hear it, just as you didn’t intend to give Grand Knight Yelvin a chance to explain. I don’t want to hear your sophistry.”

Just as Coopers was about to execute Baron Oliver, a powerful urge to survive gave Oliver a surge of strength. He slapped away the hand pinching his face and shouted:

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, if you kill me you'll never know the real cause of Yelvin's death."

Upon hearing Baron Oliver's roar, Coopers, who had already raised his sword, hesitated for a moment, his eyes fixed on the latter.

"Yelvin was just a pawn, a pawn that was discarded. I was just a pawn too. You shouldn't have killed me, and it wasn't me who killed him."

Looking at Oliver, who was terrified and panting heavily, Coopersba fell into deep thought.

I can still vaguely recall the painful and confused look on Grand Knight Yelvin's face in his final days, but no matter how I asked, Grand Knight Yelvin was unwilling to reveal a single detail to me.

"Speak, tell me, and I'll consider sparing your life."

Under Cubas’s watchful gaze, Baron Oliver began his narration with trepidation.

“We are all just executors. Perhaps I knew the outcome of my actions when I received the order to cooperate. But there’s no point in saying anything now. It’s a pity about Ulriel. I didn’t expect your reaction to be so intense.”

At this point, Oliver's expression recovered from its fear, as if he had resigned himself to his fate, and he became reckless, his body suddenly stiffening. "Go ahead and investigate if you dare. The stuff is in the safe in my office. You pathetic bunch, don't even think about controlling your own destiny."

Do you think you can control your military achievements and provisions just by virtue of a few of us local nobles?

You've rebelled! The original situation has been brought to the forefront, and it's become an uncontrollable mess. The capital already knows, and what's more, you've attacked and stormed Helgen. There's no way I can escape this now.

And you, your legions are already on their way to wipe you out. Hahahaha, we all await our demise!

As Baron Oliver descended into madness, Coopers's face shifted between light and shadow under the lamplight. A flash of silver light, and the laughter abruptly ceased.

Baron Oliver's final expression was frozen in maniacal laughter. Kubasi, holding the baron's head, stood up and walked towards the door.

"Commander, should we retreat?"

When questioned by his men, Cubas threw the baron's head at them and walked downstairs without looking back.

“Hang this stupid head up and let’s go to the Heilgen administration building.”

"Yes!!!"

On the other side, in a warehouse on the outskirts of Helgen, a figure slowly materialized in the center of a huge magic circle.

As the magic rapidly gathered, the figure lying in the middle of the magic circle gradually became clearer; it was Ampar, who had just been slashed in the neck by a sword.

Collapse~ Collapse~ Collapse~
After the magic power was exhausted, the magic crystals on the magic circle turned into powder, and Amber, now fully conscious, sat up.

"They're a bunch of lunatics; there's not a shred of reason to them."

As she spoke, she subconsciously touched her neck. After all, although the Mirror Transmission Magic could teleport the user away at a critical moment and have the Mirror Bubble take the fatal blow in place of the user, the original body could still clearly feel the damage borne by the Mirror Bubble.

At this moment, the servants who had been waiting nearby also came over and helped Ampar down from the magic circle.

Ampar shook his head, adjusted to the dizzying effect of the magic, and took the psychic medicine handed to him by the servant and drank it down in one gulp.

“Damn it, those damned rebels have arrived in Helgen. Go and send a message to Commander Wistakya, and tell him to immediately bring the 8th Cavalry Regiment to encircle and annihilate them.”

Seeing Ampal's displeased expression, the attendant cautiously offered a hint:
"Sir, the Eighth Cavalry Regiment only has 500 men. We are not sure how many enemies there are. It would be unwise to launch an attack rashly. Moreover, the cavalry regiment's garrison is several tens of minutes away from Helgen."

Even if Commander Vistakya arrived with reinforcements from his cavalry regiment, the rebels would likely have already withdrawn.

After standing silently for a moment with the empty bottle in his hand, Ampar tossed the bottle to a waiting servant and walked to a table not far away and sat down.

“You’re right. Just send the message to the guards in Moore City as usual and let them handle it.”

Those damned bastards couldn't have come at the worst possible time. Oliver, that idiot, finally agreed, but knowing their ways, he's probably dead by now.

Prepare a teleportation array for me. I need to send a message back to report what happened here. We need to adjust our plans again.

(End of this chapter)