They recognized their feelings, but the knight had been reincarnated as a fox cub

"Fate?......Very good, human Fate, you have provoked the gods, so you must be prepared to face their wrath."

"This will be a fight to the death, and I will not allow anyone who questions my authority to appear within my sight. Are you ready?" The girl looked down at Fate from above, sitting on the handle of the sickle, like a king who was majestic without even getting angry.

"I have already realized this." The knight placed his sword against his shoulder blade. "Thank you for your understanding, Your Majesty."

"Understand? No, I'm just following the rules of the gods to crush you, a bold and self-important ant." The girl said coldly, jumped off the sickle, held up the hem of her skirt with both hands, put her heels back, and leaned forward slightly.

"I am the master of the scarlet earth, the king of the eternal night, the queen of the blood clan, Christine Lasambo."

"Fate Saint Lun, it's an honor to be your opponent." The knight saluted solemnly, then grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and prayed to the sword.

"I swear to heaven, this battle will not bring disgrace to the name of justice." The knight's low voice gradually became louder.

The girl laughed coldly, and countless black and red bats gathered around her, blocking out the sky and the sun.

"In the name of chivalry, in the name of justice, in the name of Saint Laurent." Fate walked towards Christine step by step, fearless.

A pure soul builds an indestructible knighthood.

The wind was howling, and the pressure surged towards him like a tide, as if thousands of troops were at hand.

The knight showed no fear.

He has always been like this.

Whether I go with the flow or go against the current, I will go forward even if there are thousands of people against me.

"Be dignified and fair, and turn your body into a blade!" The knight spoke in a high-pitched voice and swung his sword at the last opponent in his life.

[Blood Awakening Dark Night Radiant Armor]

Fate knelt on one knee, his iron helmet was completely torn to pieces, and the halo gathered on Fate's body and condensed into a solid entity.

Instead, he was wearing a set of luxurious plate armor and a heavy helmet that was as black as night, and behind it was a cloak that looked like many fox tails swaying in the wind.

The wind was blowing hard, blowing up the girl's silver hair and the knight's blue tassel.

"I am the impartial judge, I am the Knight of Dawn." A heavy and steady voice echoed from the gap in his helmet. Along with the sound of iron plates colliding when the armor moved, the knight slowly stood up from his kneeling position on one knee. The gaze shot out from the gap in his helmet seemed to be able to penetrate a person's soul.

The divine power from the gods was like a tsunami, roaring violently. Under the attack of the sea of ​​bats, the knight stood still like an impartial iron tower.

Countless halos gathered under the knight's sword. The knight swung his sword several times, and countless chains of light formed an encirclement, wrapping and squeezing the colony of bats.

【Sin-devouring Baptism of the Ancient Sword of Saint Lun】

[Shenglun Ancient Sword Flow Night Multi-ensemble]

"Crack!" The shrinking encirclement blew the scarlet bats into pieces.

The holy sword in the knight's hand emitted a dazzling light. This light was the last bloom of his life!

[The Ancient Sword of Saint Lun Cleanses the World]

"Boom boom!" The beam of light blasted towards Christine like a tilted pillar of heaven.

A giant bony claw blocked the beam of light. The terrifying light energy exploded, but the bony claw was completely unharmed.

The knight suddenly raised his head and looked into the sky.

The sky shattered, and his eyes burned with cold fire, as if the black-cloaked Grim Reaper as tall as the sky was looking down at him coldly.

Is this the power of the gods?

Such a huge gap is enough to make anyone despair.

However, this does not apply to the Knights, let alone Saint-Len.

Amid the roaring storm, Fate was extremely excited.

He finally met an opponent who allowed him to fully display all he had learned throughout his life.

"Go ahead, come on."

Hearing the provocation, the Grim Reaper slowly raised his huge scythe and smashed it at the knight who was as small as an ant.

The knight was not afraid, he held the sword tightly in his hand and roared like thunder.

[Saint Lun Ancient Sword Liu Huan Swallow]

"Boom boom boom!!!" Under the huge suction force, the sickle in the hand of the god of death flew out of his hand and was sucked into the knight's sword, transformed into pure energy, and hit back.

"Boom boom!" There was a violent explosion of Huantun on the face of the skeleton. Suddenly, this giant statue as tall as the sky and the earth tilted.

Having lost the protection of the god of death, Fate pointed his sword directly at Christine.

[The Ancient Sword of Saint Lun Cleanses the World]

The sky-high beam of light hit Christine, and also shattered the throne and city wall behind her.

Christine took a few steps back. Her dress and black stockings were badly torn, and her silky silver hair was a mess.

However, this look only lasted for a second.

The next second, the injuries on Christine's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and returned to their original state in less than a second.

Looking up again, Christine's scarlet eyes were also filled with excitement.

For hundreds of years, there has not been anyone who could hurt her. Although she was careless and underestimated the enemy, the other party was actually just a human.

Interesting, so interesting.

Christine decided not to hold back any longer.

It had been a long time since she had such a satisfying fight.

Countless cards with scarlet bat and rose patterns appeared around her. Christine held a giant sickle and smashed one of the cards into pieces.

[The Blasphemer's Hand Shattered Cards]

The bone-white sickle instantly solidified into a layer of blood-colored crystals. Christine spread her wings and flew into the sky, holding the huge sickle that was completely inconsistent with her height and size in both hands, and smashed it down at the knight.

For some reason, the knight felt that he was locked by the bloodthirsty scythe and could not dodge, so he had to hold his sword horizontally.

[Caprick Counterattack Gauntlets]

"Bang, bang, bang!!!" A deafening sound of metal explosion rang out, and the holy sword and the giant sickle collided with each other, sparking countless sparks.

"Boom boom boom!" The sword flew out of his hand, and Fate was knocked flying, smashing through several city walls.

Fate struggled to stand up from the ruins. His armor and sword blocked most of the damage for him, but even so, he could hardly stand up.

The old injuries from the battle with the Demon Dragon recurred, and his body was no longer young. This was his limit.

His heart was broken, his internal organs were displaced, and blood kept flowing out of the corners of his mouth like water.

"If you run back and ask for help now, you may be able to save your life. It will be too late if you do this." At this moment, Christine stopped above him and spoke calmly.

This should allow this human to see the difference, or even wake him up directly.

"Thank you for your reminder." The knight picked up his sword again, his face unchanged. "You are a respectable opponent."

"Lonely? Respectable? Haha..." It seemed like the first time she heard someone describe herself like this, and Christine couldn't help laughing.

But now that she thought about it, she didn't kill this human after the war started, and even gave him a chance to regret it. Was it really because of her personal will that she didn't want to really kill this human?

"However, once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Please forgive me for not being able to accept your suggestion."

"Ok?"

Chapter 4: 3~The End of the Knight

"...Forget it. People like you won't even cry when you see a coffin." Christine sighed, not knowing what she was regretting.

The knight picked up the sword again with a determined look in his eyes. Even though his injuries had severely affected his movements, he still did not hesitate.

Every breath Fate took was laced with the smell of blood, accompanied by a stabbing pain in his heart and lungs.

He knew he was dying.

All of a sudden, all the little details of the past emerged, from escaping from that "purgatory", to finding faith later, to the solemn oath in front of the temple, and being knighted. He was confused several times during this period, but fortunately he was always able to find his original intention and true heart.

Yes, that's what he said, he got what he deserved.

He felt that he was very lucky to have lived his life without forgetting his original aspirations. In the end, there was an opponent who was so strong that he could not defeat him even if he tried his best.

He is thirty-five years old now and is no longer young.

If he goes any higher, his strength will gradually shrink like a sponge out of water.

Being able to give one's all in the last journey of life is the romance of a knight.

[The Ancient Sword of Saint Lun Cleanses the World]

With faith in his heart tightly grasped in his hands, the beam of light shot up into the sky and pierced the enemy's chest.

He is still the young knight who swore to serve justice forever.

“………” Christine shook her head. “Idiot.”

Not a fool, but a fool.

"Bang, boom, boom!" The huge fist with white bones suddenly smashed down, crushing the dazzling sword light without any suspense, and fell towards the knight mercilessly...

After a dull thud, everything returned to silence.

"You managed to survive just two of my attacks. You're truly amazing, human." Looking at the ruins that had returned to silence, Christine's tone was tinged with admiration.

"After all, the number of people in this world who can withstand two of my attacks can be counted on one hand."

“.......Thank you for the compliment.” Just as Christine was about to turn around and leave, a weak voice came from the ruins.

Christine suddenly turned around and looked at the ruins. When the smoke cleared, there was a figure kneeling on one knee with his hands on the sword.

"...You are still alive."

"However, it was just a last burst of energy before death." Christine landed on the ground, her high heels tapping the ground lightly, making a crisp sound.

She walked up to Fate, squatted down lightly, and silver threads hung down under the moonlight.

"Hey, do you have any last words? If you have any, please tell me. Although it's useless to tell me, just treat me as a listener."

"I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble on your deathbed."

"I'm glad you know." Christine rolled her eyes at Fate and looked back at her own palace.

"Thanks to you, my palace is now no better than a cake gnawed by mice."

"........Feel sorry."

"Sorry, sorry, you should pay me back. I asked you to pay me back, but can you afford it?"

"........."

"Tsk, forget it. You're so poor and haven't made any mark in more than 20 years. You've been a general protecting the country for so many years, but you're still so poor. It's really unmatched." Christine said with a look of disgust.

"I owe you one."

"You owe me a favor? Come on, the value of a favor depends on the person who owes it. What's the point of taking a favor from a dead person?" Christine stood up and glanced at the knight. "Just go on your way with peace of mind, and don't think too much."

"........Thanks you."

"Don't thank me. I'll have nightmares if someone like you thanks me."

"Um..........."

"You guy, you........." Realizing that there was something wrong with Fate's condition, Christine looked back, opened her mouth, and closed her lips silently.

The knight knelt on one knee in the pit, leaning his hands on the sword, his head lightly resting on the hilt, without saying a word.

It looked like he was just tired and fell asleep leaning on the hilt of his sword...

At this point, the knight who dedicated his entire life to the entire continent fell into a deep sleep.

No one remembered him when he came into this world, and the same was true when he left.

The sword slipped out of his hand, fell to the ground, and turned back into a lump of rusty iron.

"Have a good rest." Christine hesitated, somewhat helpless. "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Knight."

"You must be lonely living in this world."

"Now, you are free." Christine shook her head. Just as she was about to return to her dilapidated palace, she suddenly felt a strange feeling. The source of that feeling was none other than the dead knight behind her.

"This, is it possible??"