Chapter 2443: Cannot Be Killed by “Humans”?
The Black armored knight smashed the Royal Knight’s head with a single hammer blow. He then tossed the headless Royal Knight’s corpse aside, preparing to find other opponents to fight.
The other Royal Knights around found themselves in the same predicament. Those nine monsters that were neither birds nor dragons had been easily killed by them, but the nine Black-Robed People riding them were excessively powerful.
Although they were not God’s chosen, their martial arts were outrageously strong, almost reaching the peak of human attainment. Moreover, their movements were as elusive as ghosts, requiring four or five Royal Knights to surround and kill them. But that wasn’t the most troublesome aspect.
A few Royal Knights cornered one Black-Robed Person. He held a not-so-long One-handed sword. The blade was half black, half gray, appearing very old and stained with blood. Just looking at it felt like one’s soul would be sucked into the sword.
The Royal Knights unleashed their ultimate techniques and attacked. Magic-infused Spear auras and Sword Energy shot out everywhere, turning the surroundings upside down. Experienced soldiers had long since turned and fled the area.
The low-level undead, lacking initiative, hunted targets mindlessly. They were shredded into pieces by Sword wind before they could even get close.
Finally, when they collectively plunged their weapons into the Black-Robed Person, the magic from their weapons surged into his body. A pained roar, unlike any human sound, erupted from beneath the black robe. Immediately after, light pierced through, and he was blown to pieces on the spot.
However, these Royal Knights did not let down their guard. They did not immediately seek out other enemies. Instead, they immediately formed a circle back-to-back, leaving no openings, and focused their full attention on their surroundings.
“Swish!” A sinister Sword light slashed out from thin air, striking from a corner they least expected. A Royal Knight, who was prepared, blocked it with his sword.
A semi-transparent Spirit Body materialized from the void, then a black robe appeared on its form. The Black-Robed Ghost wielding the One-handed sword stood before them once more, completely unharmed.
The other battlefields were similar. All nine Black-Robed Ghosts were still fighting their enemies. Even if killed, they would immediately revive in Spirit Body form. Even Divine Spells of light could not kill them.
“Why aren’t you dead yet!?” a Royal Knight roared in anger, demanding an answer. They had encountered many forms of immortality, such as extremely strong regeneration, the ability to survive even when dismembered, or Lich’s Phylacteries.
But the immortality of these Black-Robed Ghosts was simply inconceivable. They could revive instantly even if reduced to ashes, and there seemed to be no way to kill them.
The Black-Robed Person did not answer their questions. In fact, since appearing on the battlefield, they had not spoken a single word, only dying, reviving, and rejoining the battle.
The Royal Knights had no choice but to fight on. If no one could hold back these nine Black-Robed People, their charge into the Imperial Guard would result in a one-sided slaughter.
If they weren’t on our side, I would be delighted to take out Beelzebub’s Divine Seal, as I’ve always had special techniques for dealing with the Undead.
Unfortunately, these Black-Robed People, whatever they might be, are currently considered allies. I can only pray they step up their efforts and draw more enemies away. After all, they are immortal.
The disadvantages didn’t stop there. One of the Royal Knights was constantly clutching his waist. The armor there had a crack, and the surrounding armor was soot-blackened. During the initial surprise attack, he had been caught off guard and stabbed by a sword, not knowing that the Black-Robed people could revive. Although he had reacted with lightning speed to dodge a vital spot, he was still wounded in the waist.
Now, he began to feel a dull ache from the wound. A dark and strange magic was eroding his body, causing him increasing pain and weakness throughout his entire body, making it difficult to fight at his full strength.
From my observer’s perspective, the swords of those Black-Robed People carried extremely insidious and evil magic. Once they cut an enemy’s body, the magic would surge in.
This was a magic combining Curse, Erosion, and Deadly Poison, extremely difficult to cure and deeply entangled. Once infected, there was no way to remove it, and it was likely a death sentence. Now, every moment they continued to fight was consuming the Royal Knight’s life.
As they were engaged in a tough fight with the Black-Robed People, a huge Page Hammer suddenly smashed down from beside them. The Royal Knights reacted swiftly and dodged, but the injured knight could not. He could only raise his shield to block.
“Boom!” The sound of the Page Hammer hitting the shield was like an avalanche. The ground beneath the knight immediately shattered into countless pieces, collapsing outward for thirty to forty meters.
And that poor Royal Knight was directly crushed into his armor by the impact, dying on the spot. It could be considered a quick death, sparing him further torment from the sword wound.
“Bastards!” Seeing their comrade killed, the Royal Knights were enraged. They raised their weapons, ready to charge for revenge, but a woman’s voice rang out: “Stand down! You are no match for him!”
Alicia descended from the sky, landing behind the Black armored knight. Her golden armor shone brilliantly, making her appear like an invincible Valkyrie on the dim battlefield. Even the dazzling light of the three great diamonds couldn’t dim her radiance.
The Black armored knight, who had been about to pursue the other Royal Knights, turned to face Alicia, even exposing his back to the Royal Knights. In his eyes, these experts seemed to be of no concern.
“Your opponent is me,” Alicia said plainly. The golden Dragon spear in her hand emitted six subtly different beams of light; two were dimmer and would be missed if not for careful observation.
“You are strong, but…” The Black armored knight actually spoke. Though his mouth was unseen, his voice was deep and hoarse, as if emanating from Hell.
“…you cannot kill me.” He stopped mid-sentence and charged forward, slamming his hammer against the Dragon Spear. The strength that had just crushed two Royal Knights was blocked by Alicia.
“No one can kill us,” he continued, his hammer knocking the Dragon Spear away. Just as I was worried for Alicia, she produced a Short sword and slashed upwards.
As expected of a descendant of the Bourbon family, her Short sword was a legendary weapon. However, the Black armored knight ignored it, blocking with his left hand, which was not holding the hammer. A golden ring adorned his middle finger.
I had seen others attack the Black armored knight before; they couldn’t even harm him. Even though Alicia’s weapon was legendary, it probably wouldn’t work. The Royal Knight’s great axe earlier was of an even higher caliber.
Yet, the moment the two met, the Black armored knight’s finger was severed, and the ring flew off. He cried out in pain, clutching his severed hand.
“Sorry, I’m a woman,” Alicia said as she thrust her sword into the Black armored knight’s Helmet.
