Origin Paradise!

Roland suddenly looked up, his face turning extremely ugly, and the whip mark on his left eye looked even more ferocious.

On the castle's spire stood a burly middle-aged man clad in dazzling silver armor, with a rugged face, brown curly hair falling from his cheeks, and a silver longsword in his hand.

Rosard the Silver Sword, the leader of the Silver Knights, is an elite Grand Knight. He has been in the mercenary industry for nearly thirty years. He became famous at sea for killing two ordinary Grand Knight-level pirate generals in the past, but this also led to the Pirate King issuing a kill order against him, and he has never been involved in maritime trade since.

The moment he appeared, the Silver Knights erupted in cheers that resounded throughout the town; clearly, their leader held absolute prestige.

……

In the castle.

Viscount Heru was busy packing his valuables, seemingly preparing to flee.

The old butler came in carrying a tray with a blood-soaked human head on it.

"Sir, the traitor has been eliminated."

"What are you holding? Throw it out the window." Viscount Hru wiped his sweat. The fighting outside was in full swing, but he was not flustered. However, his hands moved quickly.

The old butler asked doubtfully, "Master, Rosard is a renowned elite Grand Knight, while Roland is just a junior who was promoted in half a year. I personally think the outcome is a foregone conclusion."

Viscount Hru packed the priceless New World spice stone into his leather trunk and said without looking up, "Everyone knows that Rosard is bound to win, otherwise why would I spend so much money to hire him? But the Duke's bad temper is what really worries me. Blood for blood, the Djouk family has been talking about it for hundreds of years, and I knew he was going to use me as a scapegoat."

“Once Roland dies, either the Hand of the Wolf will come, or the Duke himself will arrive. Believe me, he is shameless enough to bully a viscount who isn’t even a novice knight. It’s no burden to him whatsoever. Shameless, degenerate, a disgrace to the nobility!”

Viscount Heru angrily stuffed the famous paintings into his bulging leather trunk. He felt no pride in the murder of Roland. Every year, under the guise of rallying surrounding nobles against the Duke, he could extort large sums of gold coins from the palace, but now it was all gone.

Moreover, this victory was not a bonus, but a necessity for survival. There is a world of difference between fleeing in defeat and returning to the capital to claim credit.

Viscount Hru sat wearily on the leather trunk. He had been put in this position by the late king and was unable to surrender. For more than ten years, in order to maintain the trust of the capital, he had completely offended the Djouk camp and there was no turning back.

"Dismiss all servants... no, kill them all. Tell the lady that if she still can't bear to part with that damned garden, she can stay and be buried with the castle. Since we're going to run, let's run cleanly and head straight for the capital."

"Yes." The old butler turned around.

Viscount Heru stuffed all his cherished treasures into a leather trunk and then set it ablaze with his own hands. This act had no practical significance, but his gaze grew ever more resolute.

"return."

The old butler withdrew the step he had just taken.

“I must avenge this. There’s no need to inform the lady or worry about the situation outside the castle. You and I will escape through the secret passage right now,” Viscount Hru said resolutely.

The old butler was taken aback. "Master, Madam... is the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Soren."

Even if he were to marry a new wife, there was absolutely no need to cripple himself. Nobles had countless ways to achieve their goals, but no matter how beautiful a woman was, she could not compare to the support of a marquis's family.

Viscount Heru coldly replied, "If she doesn't die, why should the Marquis avenge me?"

The old butler felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this.

"Besides, compared to you who have taken care of me since I was a child, what is a woman? Let's go quickly."

Chapter 286 Silver Sword Rosard

Rumble.

The flashes of fire from the cannons pierced the night, followed by thunderous roars that filled deep craters with bone, blood, and bits of flesh. A single standard white powder shell could tear prey within a radius of tens of meters to shreds.

The pirates surrounding the fortress collapsed instantly, and the lieutenant's body was never found.

Roland's expression was extremely serious. The enemy that appeared on the spire was a well-known and powerful figure throughout the North.

“I will lead, you will assist. I will sacrifice myself for your wounds. You rush in and kill Viscount Hru. The Duke’s orders must be fulfilled.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang He turned around and kicked Roland in the abdomen with his toe. However, he did not put any force into it. With a loud bang, Roland was sent flying backward and crashed into the end of the main road, creating a large crater.

The sound of horses' hooves echoed.

Two hundred mounted, armored knights appeared before the main road. They were the decisive force in the encirclement and suppression of the pirates. Every one of them was a trainee knight, or rather, only those who reached the level of trainee knights would be recruited into the Silver Knights.

"Damn it, arrogance will get you killed sooner or later."

Roland cursed under his breath. The other party clearly intended to fight Silver Sword one-on-one. He stood up and looked ahead, his brows furrowing. All of these people were wearing construct armor.

Construct armor refers to armor meticulously crafted and enchanted by wizards using alchemy. Its most prominent feature is its formidable defensive capabilities, and it also possesses different enhancements depending on its model and level.

Roland carried his spare sword and went up. At the same time, knights appeared in various places in Watchtower City, killing pirates and surrendered soldiers one by one.

……

In front of the castle.

The moment Jiang He lifted her leg.

Silver Sword Rosard seized the opening precisely. He leaped down from the spire, drew his silver sword from his waist, and activated the Sword Technique: Ship Destroyer. A dazzling sword light shot out, as fast as lightning.

call out!

The sword light, possessing terrifying speed and penetrating power, struck the suddenly rising Overlord Armor, piercing through its breastplate.

"interesting."

Ignoring the excruciating pain, Jiang He used his internal energy to sweep over his internal organs, forcing out the sword energy that was hindering healing. Drops of silver liquid fell from his fingers, leaving pits on the ground.

When the sword light struck, the sword energy that constituted the sword light quickly adhered tightly to the surface of the armor, penetrating deep into the patterns that were invisible to the naked eye, and finally shattered the armor, breaking through the defense in one fell swoop. The sword technique concept was quite complex.

"You're the more interesting one, aren't you?"

Rosard closed in swiftly, delivering a powerful, straight thrust. If his opponent hadn't been standing perfectly fine right in front of him, he would never have believed that a knight could withstand his devastating sword strike.

The sword strike was fierce, like a dragon poking its head out.

A clear crack appeared in the ground beneath the sword.

Jiang He turned her head to avoid it.

In that instant, both the spear master and the sword master realized that the longsword was about to slash across the side of the skull.

Whoosh!

Jiang He took a step back, neither too much nor too little, and the sharp sword light grazed his nose. The sword light slashed out from the edge of the blade, completely cleaving the houses a hundred meters away, causing them to collapse and be destroyed.

He seized an opening in his opponent's defenses and delivered a punch straight to his heart.

clang!

The Overlord's Armor covered the armor once more, and its terrifying force blasted cracks into the silver mountain-shaped armor.

Rosard felt his heart stop for a moment, and his longsword slashed back in time, unleashing the Sword Technique: Storm Style.

Within a fan-shaped area dozens of meters in front of him, a storm of sword energy howled and swept across, exuding an aura of annihilation. Stones turned to dust, and the ground was covered with cracks.

The exquisite swordsmanship, which was enough to seriously injure an ordinary great knight, suddenly collapsed with a loud bang.

Suddenly, a silver spear appeared in Jiang He's hand, its tip like a ferocious, roaring dragon that shattered the storm.

boom!

A real threat of death is looming.

Rosard's expression changed, and he activated the Silver Sword Style sword technique. Strands of sword energy gathered on his body surface, intertwining and forming a silver sword shield with interlocking rings. This was his signature defensive technique.

However, the power of the Perfect-grade Eternal Regret Dragon Spear was too explosive. In just one exchange, the silver sword and shield shattered. With more than a dozen special effects boosting the base damage, even the defensive ultimate skill could only be torn to pieces.

In the critical moment, Rosard mustered all his strength to take a sword step, a technique that temporarily transforms his feet into sword energy.

The chilling spearhead pierced through Jiang He's shoulder, and the combined strength of Jiang He and the immense weight shattered the upper body of the armored structure. Visible white shockwaves spread out in layers, and a deafening roar swept across the area.

The knights and pirates who were chasing them from afar were terrified, as if they had heard a dragon's roar.

collapse!

Rosard was suddenly thrown backward, crashing through the castle wall several meters thick, and the armory inside the castle collapsed with a roar.

"Shameless bastard, he's so strong, yet he still uses a hidden gun technique to ambush you."

In a daze, Rosard could hardly describe his current state. His soul was damaged, his fighting spirit was declining, his flesh was torn apart, and his bones were shattered. An energy intertwined with corrosion and decay was invading his entire body. If it were only these, he could barely cope, but a terrifyingly potent poison was spreading.

"It must be abandoned."

Without any hesitation, Rosard severed his left arm, transforming his battle aura into pure sword energy at any cost, eroding the withered and corroded energy like rootless water.

He stood up and unleashed his true knight form, which had been greatly depleted.

The Knight's True Form has three stages, corresponding to Ordinary, Elite, and Peak Grand Knight respectively. The first stage True Form enhances the user, while the second stage True Form can be used for offense.

Watchtower City under the cover of night.

A nearly ten-meter-tall silver giant sword appeared in mid-air.

All the pirates, knights, and residents heard the hum of the sword; just by looking at it, they could almost feel the intense pricking sensation.

Rosard drew his fingers like a sword, pointing them at someone who was rapidly approaching.

Long!

The greatsword plummeted at an unimaginable speed, its attack heavy yet its form light.

clang!

Jiang He raised his gun with both hands, clashing it against the sharp sword tip. The heavy sword force, like a mountain, pressed down on him, and the surrounding ground suddenly dropped several meters, forming a deep pit.

"Destroy ships, storms, sword and shield!" Rosard roared.

Three sword techniques were unleashed from the silver greatsword.

In an instant, it was as if a sword tornado descended from the sky, drenching Jiang He's entire body.

The ship-destroying attack shattered the Overlord's Armor's defenses, and the storm assaulted every inch of the body. The sword and shield transformed into a cage, shifting from defense to restraint. With the three swords combined and empowered by the Knight's true form, the houses on both sides of the main road in front of the fortress collapsed one after another, like a judgment by the sword, wantonly unleashing its power.

Swordsmanship - Silver Sword.

A full three seconds passed.

boom!

The tornado formed by the silver giant sword suddenly collapsed.

A ten-meter-tall torch-shaped skull rose from the ground.

With internal energy as its bone and flames as its flesh, the torch-skull broke through the sword's judgment and restraint, and the black flames seemed to never go out.

With perfect fire control, the 60% fire damage increase of the Eternal Regret Dragon Spear - Fire Control makes the Torch Skull significantly stronger than when it was first created.

Jiang He stepped forward, and strands of flesh stripped away by the sword light grew back. His aura gradually rose to its peak, and the embers of his life and his powerful self-healing overwhelmed the remaining sword energy within his body.

"My current strength is roughly above Silver Elite, but below Silver Peak, neither here nor there."

Jiang He gradually approached the castle. If he faced the old gentleman again, he probably still wouldn't be able to withstand that straight kick, but he wouldn't be in such a sorry state that he was about to die. In other words, if Silver Sword Rosard didn't leave, he would die here tonight.

Of course, wanting to leave doesn't mean you can survive.

Chapter 287 The Fall of the Silver Sword

In the alleys of Watchtower City.

Wuhe stood guard on the wall, while Lao Hei and Zhuang Ya checked the equipment. This attack on the Viscount's territory was only the Duke's mission, and the animal team did not need to go all out.

"Wow! Boss is really something, crashing a castle in a Gundam..."

"Roland is just stomping on newbies. His swordsmanship is a bit poor, and his strength, constitution, and agility are all below 25. He should be a new silver."

"Name: Tiger-type Construct Armor - Knight-level, increases strength by 30% for those below Knight level, High-grade sturdiness... It's a bit fragile without the toughness to match."

As the rabble commented on the battle, the Knights' officers were wiping out the pirates, but the truly crucial frontal battlefield was on the verge of collapse. If it weren't for a certain person, Viscount Hru's opportunistic trap would have easily killed Roland, but things were not going as planned.

"Second brother, Aya, someone's coming down the street. A knight-level officer, strength is 15, constitution and agility are 13, he's mastered the Flame Breathing Technique, and his construct armor is the Tiger type. He's trash, but we can take him down."

Wuhegaga relayed the message: his duty was to lead his squad to bully the weak and fear the strong.

Old Black raised his shield, his black armor looking menacing and terrifying.

"Aya, I'll take your hits."

“Okay.” Zhuang Ya picked up her greatsword, the pendant around her neck shimmering, her entire body covered in a sword-fighting maid outfit.

……

on the street.

Knight officer Chris beheaded the fleeing pirate with a single sword strike. The sword, engulfed in flames, burned fiercely, instantly charring and cracking the wound. His breathing technique imbued the flames with a cracking quality, making them incredibly powerful.

boom!