The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

Those who were lying in ambush nearby rushed forward the moment they saw their leader fall, ready to avenge him, but he managed to escape.

Julian could easily shake off all of their pursuit by staying behind them for a month without being caught.

Julian saw through his traps every time he set them.

It was only then that they realized how little they knew about this notorious bounty hunter.

Fortunately, their efforts paid off, and after overcoming numerous hardships, they finally found out where Julian came from and made a special trip to this remote and impoverished place.

It's easy to kill all those defenseless villagers, but leaving won't be so easy.

Just as they were about to leave after massacring the village, they encountered the local lord's tax-collecting party.

That's pretty outrageous.

God knows how long it took them to find this impassable, dilapidated village that wasn't even marked on the map.

They actually want to collect taxes from this place?

This made them even start to wonder who the real robber was.

Fortunately, the village could get the unrecovered oil from the tax officials.

This gang of thugs, not content with their current actions, also wiped out the tax collection team.

This has really stirred up a hornet's nest.

They could manage to escape the encirclement and suppression by the local lord's militia and knightly orders, but the arrival of the St. Freya Knights was a different story.

Many people are already starting to regret this action.

"Second brother, look!" The thin man suddenly pointed ahead.

"I've told you so many times not to call me that, you have to call me Second Brother." The man called Second Brother looked in the direction the other person was pointing and saw someone.

Julian.

"You're the ones who did this, aren't you? I should have spent more time taking care of you all back then. But it's not too late now."

Julian's solitary figure stood blocking the way for the crowd.

"Second brother, there are still pursuers behind us. We can't let them hold us back. We have horses; we can charge over and shake them off," the thin man hurriedly suggested.

Julian alone could not possibly be a match for so many of them.

Otherwise, there would have been no need to keep following them around and wearing down their patience.

But the situation is different now. If we are held back by him and then caught up by the Holy Knights, that would be the real end.

“I’ve lured the Paladins away. For at least two hours, we’ll be the only ones here.”

Julian held his sword horizontally, indicating that the road was blocked.

"Do you really want to die?" the second brother asked sternly.

Their desire to avenge their leader was genuine.

However, as things unfolded, the situation far exceeded their initial plans.

Nowadays, everyone's horseback is heavily laden with gold coins.

It's better to have gold tied to your belt than to have your head tied to your belt.

“Yes, you’ve achieved your goal. I don’t really want to live anymore,” Julian admitted.

"I lured the Knights away to give you an opportunity."

"Today, it's either you or me who dies."

Julian slowly raised his longsword, pointing the tip at his second brother and the gaunt man respectively.

There wasn't any particular reason, it was just that they were in the front row.

"Then I'll grant your wish!" The second brother drew his sword and stepped forward.

"Bah!"

The two barely passed each other before a head was lifted into the air.

“Next.” Julian slowly turned to his next opponent.

His eyes remained cold, showing no joy whatsoever from revenge.

"kill him!!!"

This is no longer a one-on-one contest, but a life-or-death struggle.

Only one side can leave alive.

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Julian's fighting style leans more towards that of an agile assassin.

His ability to wait for the right opportunity and strike decisively is the guarantee of his extremely high commission completion rate.

Once an assassin appears in the enemy's field of vision, the threat is largely eliminated.

He just didn't care.

If the sword in your hand breaks, you pick up the one from the dead and continue using it.

I don't care if I get slashed; physical pain can't compare to the despair in my heart.

None of these men would be a match for Julian.

But this is no longer a fair one-on-one duel. When you use your sword to catch the first spear thrusting at you, a second and a third will continue to stab at Julian.

Immediately following behind were short, sharp swords and knives slashing down.

As Julian traded blows for blows and fought off the fifth thug, his body began to sway.

By the time he stabbed his tenth enemy to death, Julian was completely covered in blood.

There were others', but most of it belonged to Julian himself.

Everyone knew he was about to collapse, but no one dared to step forward; no one wanted to be the last one to fall victim to his demise.

"Are they all leaving?" Julian used the longsword he had picked up to support himself as he looked at the remaining thieves. "There are seventeen left."

Since he started his career, hundreds of wanted criminals and their associates have died at his hands.

Julian had no grudge against them, and saying that he was punishing evil and promoting good and eliminating harm for the people was just flattery.

Julian would not hesitate to take their lives if it was for the bounty or if they deserved to die.

This time, however, he genuinely wanted to kill the other person, but he was powerless to do so.

"Alright, you win."

"I hope you will dream of me every night for the rest of your lives."

His magic energy was depleted, his blood was lost, and his physical strength was completely exhausted.

Julian, clinging to life by sheer willpower, could no longer hold his weapon and slowly collapsed into a pool of blood.

This was the first time Julian had ever seen a revolving lantern.

He left the village with lofty ambitions, saying he wanted to give everyone a better life, but instead brought utter disaster upon the village.

My life has truly been a failure.

"I'll count to three, then we'll all thrust our spears at him together," one of them suggested.

"it is good."

Julian put too much pressure on them.

Even after they had fallen, no one dared to step forward alone.

"Three, two, one!"

With three cheers, three spears thrust towards Julian's body.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

At this critical moment, three sharp arrows shot in from a distance at incredible speed, taking the lives of the three men first.

"It's a good thing I didn't go with them, or I would have been led astray."

Samif slowly appeared, shielding the unconscious Julian behind her.

"Who else intends to continue the resistance?"

Chapter 186 Sharp Knife Squadron

"Control——"

Despite their hurried efforts, the Sanjiu Squad arrived at the First Company's base two hours ahead of schedule.

"Old Vanderlei, you've come just in time this time."

The squadron leader, Sain, who had been notified by the sentry, was waiting at the door early in the morning.

“You’re making it sound like I’ve never been late,” Vandley said, getting off the carriage first and greeting Sain.

"That's true. I have complete confidence in you as the quartermaster of our brigade."

As Sain watched Vina and Anna emerge from the carriage, he continued, "These are the trainees assigned to the logistics unit?"

"Yes, these two kids are both quite outstanding. They're interns now, but who knows, they might become our colleagues in the future."

"I'm really looking forward to getting such high praise from you."

During his tenure as company commander, Vandley trained seven knights to the rank of company commander, demonstrating his unquestionable ability to judge character.

"Hiss—" Sain gasped when he saw the last person get off the train.

"You all go about your business, don't worry about me. My presence here has nothing to do with the First Squadron."

Samif was well aware of how easily her presence could be misunderstood.

"That's good. I thought something had happened to my team," Sai said with a sigh of relief.

"Vandre, remember to relay the information we gathered on the way to Sain," Samif instructed before walking alone out of the camp.

"Having a squad leader like this must be quite a challenge for you."

"This is nothing. I'm just a wretched old man in charge of logistics now," Vandley waved his hand, then asked, "By the way, you haven't launched your final attack on Kunji Stronghold yet, have you?"

“No, I’m just waiting for your supplies to arrive. If we really launch an offensive, I’ll definitely go to the front lines,” Sain replied.

Before making full preparations, the First Squadron adopted a strategy of surrounding without attacking.

Even their campsite was located twenty miles below the mountain where Kunji Village was situated.

"Then let's go inside and talk."

"it is good."

The two entered the tent.

“You two come and help me!” Anna called out to Field and Wiener.

The demands reported by the First Squadron were several times greater than those of the Third Squadron, and she alone would be busy for who knows how long.

"it is good."

Field, who had just tied up the horses, came to the carriage to take stock of the supplies that were about to be delivered.

"Field."

"how?"

"Are the knights of the First Squadron better than the others...?"

Wiener was trying to figure out the best way to phrase it.

"You're stronger, right? Did you figure it out by looking at it, or by feeling it?"

Field did not rush to answer.

“Yes, both. Just looking at this supply list, you can tell that the First Company has significantly more combat missions than the Third Company,” Viner replied.

Other weapons, however, can be explained by rigorous training.