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A hint of pity began to appear in his eyes as he looked at Uncle Marvin:
"Excuse me, is this part of Blackrock Territory?"
Uncle Marvin didn't answer the simple question; instead, he looked up at the black-armored knight.
Because at that moment, a strong premonition welled up inside him:
Once he answers this question, misfortune will befall him.
However, his unusual delay in answering caused the black-armored knight in front of him to suppress the pity in his eyes.
On the contrary, a violent glint began to appear in his eyes.
He raised a strong, armored arm and placed it on his head.
Immediately afterwards, the black-armored knight spoke again:
“If you had simply answered this question, you would have received my mercy and would not have died in pain.”
But you rejected my mercy.
After saying that, the black-armored knight turned and used his palm to precisely and swiftly grab Uncle Marvin's neck.
Then, he easily lifted the frail human into the air.
Marvin was terrified as a stranger bound him by the neck, the intense pain of suffocation filling him with immense fear.
At that moment, he saw his own death.
However, he didn't want to die yet; he still had people he cared about in this world.
His two sons, whom he was proud of, fought to defend their homeland.
Thus, a strong will to survive erupted at this moment, dispelling his fear and giving him a brief respite.
Uncle Marvin began to struggle desperately.
Even if he couldn't budge the black-armored knight in the slightest, he would still struggle.
High in the air, in the moment of a final burst of light.
Uncle Marvin's vision finally caught sight of things that had been previously obscured by the black-armored knight.
—A band of over a hundred men was marching in, carrying with them a menacing aura that was almost tangible.
Undoubtedly, their target was the village behind him.
At this moment, Uncle Marvin finally realized the true identity of the black-armored knight before him:
"You are... a robber!"
“Weak human, I am not a robber, I am a hunter.”
The black-armored knight stared coldly at his prey, who was being slowly tortured to death.
Soon, the prey's life, under his complete control, came to its final moment.
Uncle Marvin's last burst of energy was ultimately just a futile attempt, like a moth drawn to a flame.
But in his final moments, as he was being tortured to death, he made his resistance.
He coughed up a thick phlegm with difficulty.
The phlegm landed perfectly on the black-armored knight's visor and then slowly slid off.
At this time.
The bandits behind him also rushed to his side.
Everyone present happened to witness this scene.
Immediately, the scene fell into a silent atmosphere.
All the seemingly vicious bandits held their breath at that moment.
Their scarred and menacing faces all wore expressions of tension.
Then look at this black-armored knight.
His face, hidden beneath the mask, revealed a somber expression.
Subsequently.
Instead of strangling his shameful prey, he released him, freeing him.
Chapter 91 At Dusk, the Moment of Bloodshed (Part 2)
"Lord Daiba?"
At this time.
Another black-armored knight appeared beside him. Upon noticing his gloomy complexion, the knight immediately handed him a handkerchief in a panic.
Without a word, the black-armored knight Daiba took the handkerchief and wiped away the thick phlegm that had slid down his visor.
However, the marks left by the thick phlegm that slid down his face nail could not be easily wiped away.
When Daba realized this, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily on his face hidden under the visor.
Did he want his bandits to see him vigorously wiping away the marks of humiliation inflicted by his prey?
Finally, the black-armored knight Daiba became enraged.
He instantly clenched the handkerchief he was holding, which had been used to wipe away phlegm, into a fist, and then punched his prey.
At this moment, Uncle Marvin, who had just regained his freedom, had not yet recovered from the suffocating ordeal he had just experienced.
then.
He only felt a strong gust of wind sweeping towards him.
The next moment, I felt nothing else.
Because he is already dead.
The black-armored knight, Daiba, smashed the head of the prey that had humiliated him with a single punch.
Blood from his prey splattered all over his body, covering the indelible marks left when the thick phlegm had slipped down.
After venting his anger through brutal acts, the Black-Armored Knight Daiba's face regained its composure.
He stood up again, then pointed to the village in front of him:
"Let the slaughter begin!"
Say it.
"Woo!"
The menacing-looking bandits beside him instantly had their eyes light up.
At that moment, they were like a pack of wolves that had not hunted for a long time, carrying sharp knives and swords, and recklessly rushed into this village that had nothing to do with them.
soon.
The village, which was peaceful and simple just a moment ago, was suddenly transformed into a living hell.
The unarmed villagers were caught completely off guard by the vicious bandits and had no chance to fight back.
Immediately, cries of anguish filled the air, rising and falling in waves.
In this horrific massacre, the most shocking scene was that of an incredibly obese man, writhing like a worm, picking up the corpses of villagers that the bandits had killed, and then quickly swallowing them one by one.
At the same time, he kept muttering to himself:
"good to eat!"
"Fresh, terrifying flesh and blood taste really good!"
This chilling scene terrified even the bandits who were his companions.
They all avoided this bloated and ugly fat man.
Then look at the black-armored knight, Daiba.
He was accompanied by two other black-armored knights, neither of whom participated in the massacre.
And just as this bloody carnival reached its climax.
A gaunt young man in a blood-red robe appeared from not far away.
He struggled to drag a weak middle-aged man toward their location.
Seeing this, the black-armored knight Daiba gestured to one of the black-armored knights beside him:
"Duke, go and help Lord Franky."
"Yes, sir!"
The black-armored knight Duke quickly approached the blood-robed youth Franky and picked up the middle-aged man he was dragging.
Soon, the two sides met up.
Then, the black-armored knight Duke threw the middle-aged man to the ground.
The black-armored knight, Daiba, glanced at the weakened middle-aged man, then looked at the blood-robed youth, Franky:
"Who is he?"
"Ahem! It should be an inspection of this land."
After his habitual, violent cough, the young man in the blood-red robe, Franky, answered:
"When we were about to enter Blackrock Territory, didn't I say that I sensed a certain gaze in advance?"
"Then you used some kind of 'witchcraft' to restrain him from a distance, and then told us that we had to find him by ourselves."
The black-armored knight remembered this, so after adding to his story, he curiously asked:
Is this a limitation of "witchcraft"?
"That's right!"
A chilling smile appeared on the pale face of the blood-robed youth, Franky:
"I used a high-level 'Soul-Guiding Spell,' which can tear my soul in two."
I control one of them as a tracking arrow, which allows me to lock onto targets observing me from a distance using only ambiguous perception.
Then, the arrows formed from this torn soul will entangle the target observing me in a very short time and restrain them for a period of time.
However, I want to reclaim this soul, but there are some taboos involved, which I cannot disclose.
Therefore, I must go and resolve this alone.
After hearing this, the black-armored knight Daiba seemed to be thinking, but he did not pursue the matter further.
soon.
His gaze returned to the patrolman from Blackrock Territory.
He crouched down, approached the other person, and offered two options:
"Do you want a merciful death, or a painful one?"
"What do you mean?"
Faced with a burly knight in black armor, the middle-aged man felt an instinctive fear, and a hideous expression of panic appeared on his face.
"Tell me how to get to the central town of Blackrock Territory quickly."
The black-armored knight, Daiba, stated his demands directly.
The middle-aged man's eyes widened in surprise upon hearing this.
His name was Reagan, and he was one of the three regional inspectors appointed by the newly succeeded Lord of Blackrock, Arthur.
Compared to the other two patrols who were responsible for the western and northern wastelands, the villages surrounding the towns he was in charge of were much safer and more comfortable.
Nevertheless, the young, newly appointed lord still treated him with the same generous benefits.
In addition to increasing his gold coin reward, he was also given the other half of the rudimentary "Toothed Pig Breathing Technique" to complete his training.
Therefore, Inspector Reagan was genuinely grateful to Arthur for his high regard.
However, when the crisis truly descended upon Blackrock Territory...