"Dream Manipulation"

Bukayo stood on the training field, with two adjutants beside him; both were "Sleepless."

The Baron of the Court of the Black Duke gave orders to the two knights in Vostonian Language.

"Once the battle begins, you will immediately charge and take down his two henchmen Plasma Gun."

"Afterwards, they worked together to defeat the Knight Mech."

The two Shadow of Order beside him had the Third Legion's insignia—a deep black Full Moon —painted on their left shoulders.

To the average person, the pitch-black moon was almost invisible against the black armor.

Lately, I've been seeing the two adjutants of the Chapter Master in my dreams. He immediately understood and answered.

"Yes, Dark Lord."

As a follower of darkness, Dark Lord is a unique title he gave himself to distinguish himself from other lords.

Nightmare's dark eyes turned to the Knight Mech opposite him, his black eyes instantly becoming deep and unfathomable.

At the same time, his Spirituality spread over and used his Beyonder Ability— "Dream Manipulation"—to forcibly pull the knight into a dream.

Ward Hitler awaited the Knight King's order to begin the duel, his ears filled with a cacophony of voices.

"Ward, today is your day to shine, kid. Our House Hitler has served the House Delisha for generations, and now you've finally got your chance."

"If you win, as the strongest knight besides the Knight King, you will surely gain his favor and allow the House Hitler to surpass Derishia."

"Ward, you must win."

"For your honor, for the House Hitler, for Vixatrix!"

"..."

Ward listened to the inspiring words of his Ancestral Spirits, his fighting spirit soaring even higher, and he responded with unwavering confidence.

I will definitely win!

Just then, his eyelids suddenly felt heavy, and the surrounding noise gradually subsided.

After several days of dealing with the beast tide without time to rest, exhaustion finally overwhelmed him.

Ward mustered his strength; the powerful will he had cultivated day after day enabled him to overcome physical exhaustion.

But he felt so comfortable, like lying in bed on a hot summer day, enjoying the cool breeze. He couldn't help but yawn, and his head slowly lowered.

"Hey kid, why are you sleepy before the duel starts?"

"Cheer up! Use your willpower to overcome fatigue!"

"..."

The irritating voice in Ward's mind was suddenly dispelled, and the scenery before him abruptly changed.

The Knight King's Daxos Glory vanished from sight, along with the black-armored Warrior, and the entire arena disappeared.

Ward stood alone in the misty forest, without any attendants or Knight Mech.

The knight stared blankly at his surroundings; the entire dark forest seemed shrouded in a thin veil of mist.

The forests of Daxos are dangerous, Ratling and the menacing Blue Horned Rhino.

Upon realizing this, Ward immediately reached for his waist.

He felt as if he had been lying down for a long time, like the noticeable dullness he felt when he first tried to pilot a mecha.

He was like a rusty limb slowly and sluggishly drawing a noble longsword from his waist, as if the Adeptus Mechanicus were calling upon battle robots in the army that hadn't been activated for hundreds or thousands of years.

As a knight, weapon training is also a required course.

With his longsword in hand, Ward suddenly felt confident. He looked around, chose a direction, and started walking.

After walking several dozen steps, a dozen or so armed Ratling suddenly appeared in their line of sight.

The knight reacted quickly, rolling to hide behind a tree. He didn't stop, giving the Ratling time to surround him and launch a ranged attack.

He charged "rapidly" toward the nearest Abhumans.

Ward felt he wasn't at his best, but luckily the Ratling was also stunned and didn't react, so he killed him with a single sword strike.

The knight didn't stop. He kicked the corpse over, drew his longsword, and immediately charged at another Ratling.

Outside the dream, Campbell loudly announced the final rule.

"... Those who are knocked down are considered to have failed."

He paused for a moment, then shouted loudly.

"The duel begins!"

Then he saw two Black-armored Knight charge forward at lightning speed, appearing in front of the two Knight Aspirant in an instant and throwing a punch.

Two ordinary people who had undergone some mechanical modifications were instantly blasted away, flying like kites with broken strings, vomiting mouthfuls of blood.

Campbell smirked. Foolish black-armored Warrior, actually targeting their servants. How utterly foolish.

This gave Ward enough time to swing his arm and deliver Power Fist to knock down both black-armored Warrior.

[Hmm? Why hasn't the Glory Victory made a move yet?]

The enraged Knight King immediately launched into a tirade against the knights via the communication channel.

"Ward, what are you doing? Get moving and defeat the enemy!"

Campbell glanced nervously at the other black-armored Warrior, and seeing him also standing there dumbfounded, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Unaware that "Nightmare" would also be unable to move and would have to rely on teammates to attack when using "Dream Manipulation," he secretly rejoiced.

Fortunately, the Chapter Master also made a stupid mistake, so there's still a chance.

Campbell roared in anger when he saw that the Knight Mech had not moved.

"Idiot! Are you asleep?"

"Bullshit! Get the hell out of here!"

The Knight King abandoned his noble manners and began to hurl insults.

His only response was the quiet hissing of the communication channel, and the Glory Victory, still standing motionless in place.

"Damn it, Ward, I'm going to kill you!"

He shouted angrily and helplessly, for he had already seen two black-armored Warrior charging toward the Knight Mech.

He watched in bewilderment and helplessness as two Shadow of Order, unhindered, instantly appeared from either side beside the Glory Victory and crashed into the Knight Mech.

The Knight Mech, which had no power system activated, was just a metal frame nearly ten meters tall, and it was directly knocked down by the two speeding metal the Chariot.

"I lost..."

Campbell, frustrated, admitted defeat to Nimrod, and then, unable to contain his anger, strode towards the training field.

At the same moment, in his dream, Ward bravely slays more than a dozen Ratling.

The knight was panting heavily, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his arm.

"It was a victory that wasn't glorious, but it was still worth mentioning. I slaughtered a squad of Ratling with my longsword without sustaining a scratch."

He emerged from the dream with a sense of satisfaction.

Immediately, I heard angry curses.

"Ward, you have tarnished the honor of the House Hitler."

"Ward, I don't have a grandson like you."

"What happened?"

Ward, waking from his dream, asked in bewilderment.

Before he could get an answer from the Ancestral Spirits of his ancestors, he saw a tall figure appear angrily before him.

[It's the Daxos Glory,] Ward recognized the Knight King's mech. [How did I end up lying on the ground?]

[Ah! A duel...]

He had just remembered his responsibilities when he saw a huge fist coming crashing down on him.

"Knight King, I..."

With a piercing scream, the cockpit was smashed open, and Ward was Heavy Strike and knocked unconscious.

Campbell's rage had not subsided even after knocking out the sleepwalking knight.

He walked toward Nimrod, feeling frustrated, and said resentfully.

I will submit to you.

The Knight King kept his promise, but the battle just now was bizarre and foolish, and he couldn't understand it at all.

"But my defeat just now was due to my own foolishness, and I still wish to duel you."

"I want to know if you, the Primarch, are as powerful as your black-armored Warrior claim."