I can evolve everything

Chapter 109 Ultimate Showdown

The blond knight slumped down, his longsword hanging limply.

He looked at his colleagues who had died tragically in the square and silently closed his eyes.

Mortals appear so laughable in the face of a monster of Hughes's caliber.

They trained day after day, crawling and rolling among piles of corpses, yet in the end they didn't even have the right to stand before the enemy and wield their swords.

"That's right." Mo Fan patted Valen on the shoulder. "Leave your anger to those monsters outside."

Renn looked at Hughes in the distance.

The black figure had already reached the gate of the Black Tower.

He didn't push the door open; he simply raised his arm. The heavy door quickly melted open, creating a gap large enough for one person to pass through.

Hughes walked into the shadows inside the Black Tower.

The square fell silent again, with only the wind carrying the stench of blood from the ground.

Renn looked away.

He didn't think about how fierce the battle underground would be, nor what kind of monsters Sir Karen and the captain would be facing there. He knew his own level very well.

Their battlefield is not here.

"Lord Mo Fan," Raine spoke, his voice perfectly steady, without a single inflection, "which side of the city wall is most in need of manpower?"

Mo Fan glanced at the apprentice knight with some surprise, then pointed to the city defense stairs on the east side.

"Eastern District 3 defense line. The catapult positions there have been destroyed by trolls, and the breach is widening. Go and fill it."

"Walk."

Renn didn't waste any more words.

He turned around and strode toward the stone steps leading to the city wall.

Valen opened his eyes and gripped his longsword tightly again.

He glanced silently in the direction of the Black Tower and followed in Renn's footsteps.

Garrick, Baron, and the remaining knights and elite soldiers silently turned away.

At this very moment, inside the Northern Fortress, the air is thick and scorching hot.

Hughes Bloodhoof slowly descended the stairs leading to the [Eternal Furnace] magic circle.

At the end of the passageway is a circular domed hall.

In the very center of the hall lies the core of the [Eternal Furnace].

The absolute heart of maintaining the northern fortress defense line.

Eight people stood directly in front of the magic circle.

They spread out in a crescent shape, cutting off all paths leading to the magic circle.

Standing at the very front was Roderick, the Grand Master of the Knights of the North.

To Roderick's right stood the old knight, Karen. He rested the greatsword on his hand, leaning it against the ground.

On the left are three high-ranking knights of the Inquisition, clad in heavy armor. Their visors are completely closed, and they hold heavy halberds engraved with various runes upside down in their hands.

In the back row, two archmages wearing deep purple robes were hiding their hands in their sleeves.

At the very back stood Bishop Clement, dressed in red. He held a golden law book in his hands, a cross pendant hanging from his chest.

This is the Northern Fortress's current top-tier combat force.

Roderick gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands.

"This road is blocked, Hughes." The captain's voice echoed through the hall as he faced Hughes.

Hughes used his free hand to straighten the collar of his cloak.

"Every single floor tile in this hall was built under my personal supervision. And now you're telling me this path is blocked?"

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"Roderick, you're still so weak."

The battle erupted the instant Hughes finished speaking.

There were no unnecessary probing attempts.

The two archmages in the back row simultaneously withdrew their hands.

The mage on the left tore open a high-level scroll; it contained the spell [Dimensional Anchor].

The space inside the hall was instantly locked down, and all teleportation and teleportation were forcibly prohibited.

The mage on the right raised a short staff.

The temperature in the air dropped sharply, and then rose rapidly again.

A ball of blazing white light exploded right beneath Hughes' feet.

Hughes didn't dodge. The space around him was locked, making it impossible for him to teleport.

The blazing white light engulfed the black figure.

The three high-ranking knights of the Inquisition did not wait for the result of the spell.

They knew very well that ordinary spell damage couldn't kill a monster that dared to venture into the heart of the fortress alone.

They picked up their heavy halberds and charged directly into the thick smoke that had not yet dissipated due to the magical explosion.

"When One"

The three halberds struck the target simultaneously.

But the sound that came back was not the sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh and bone, but rather a sound like metal colliding with metal.

As the thick smoke dissipated, Hughes remained standing in the same spot.

The tattered black cloak was half burned off, revealing the right side of his body.

That's not a human body.

It was a dark golden skeleton, its surface densely covered with runes. Three halberds struck his shoulder, lumbar vertebrae, and arm bones squarely.

Not even a scratch was left.

Hughes looked at the three knights in front of him, drew his longsword, and casually flipped his wrist at an angle.

The sword tip then precisely deflected a knight's halberd.

Then, Hughes took a step forward.

No magic was used.

He crashed directly into the breastplate of the Judgment Knight in the middle.

Absolute crushing on a physical level.

The high-ranking knight, clad in heavy armor weighing several hundred pounds, was sent flying by the impact, along with the halberd in his hand.

The breastplate was severely dented, and the man coughed up a mouthful of blood mid-air before crashing heavily into a distant stone wall. His fate was unknown.

"Such a frail life." Hughes swept his longsword across, forcing the other two Judgment Knights back.

"You're still using the techniques and magic I used to play."

Just then, a dark figure cut into the battlefield.

It's Karen.

The old knight didn't waste any words. He launched his attack the instant Hughes knocked the Judgment Knight away.

Karen pushed the breathing technique to its limit.

The greatsword made no sound whatsoever.

The blade moved upwards, aiming straight for Hughes's head.

Hughes sensed the threat posed by the sword.

This sheer power was enough to break through his defenses.

He hastily pressed down with his longsword, blocking the greatsword's inevitable path.

"Click."

The longsword was snapped in two before Karen's greatsword.

The greatsword, still brimming with power, struck Hughes's chin.

Hughes' body was pulled backward, and he took a few steps back.

But he did not fall; instead, he withstood the blow that was powerful enough to shatter the city wall.

"You must be Karen." As Hughes spoke, a fragment of his jawbone fell off.

But at the cut of the shattered bone, black mist surged, and in just half a second, a brand new mandible grew back.

"You're very strong." Hughes threw away the broken half of his sword, and his pale hand was suddenly enveloped in a layer of black mist.

He grabbed Karen's chest directly.

"But it's still not enough."

Karen did not back down.

The old knight's eyes were quite calm as he swept his greatsword horizontally, attempting to sever Hughes's arm.

Just then, Roderick also made his move.