"Quick!"
"Catch up to them."
"The Snake People will definitely have reinforcements."
Demigod Serf led a group of knights in rapid pursuit of the Twelve Round Table Knights.
There were simply too many of them.
As a result, Serf and the others were not moving very quickly.
By the time they reached the location,
the carriage was already gone.
There were only twelve corpses.
"Rogers!"
"Stanm!"
"Somen!"
Serf dismounted and searched through the twelve corpses one by one.
He opened their visors.
Beneath them were twelve familiar faces.
"They're all dead!"
At that moment,
Serf felt his entire body turn cold.
These were the Twelve Round Table Knights, after all.
Every one of the twelve was a legend.
When they joined forces,
they could even slay a demigod.
And now!
They were all dead.
Serf looked around.
"There are no signs of a struggle."
"That means..."
"They..."
"were killed instantly."
"To kill the Twelve Round Table Knights in an instant, the attacker could only be one of the peak existences among demigods."
"That's a powerful existence close to godhood."
Serf arrived at this conclusion.
He suddenly took three steps back.
His eyes were filled with terror.
"Retreat!"
"Retreat now!"
He shouted.
He did not even dare to take the corpses of the Twelve Round Table Knights with him.
He fled back in disarray with York City's strongest Imperial Guard.
They had not even seen the enemy's face.
Inside York City.
At the governor's residence.
When Serf told the governor the news,
unlike Serf, who was still trembling violently,
the governor was much calmer.
"Impossible!"
"There absolutely cannot be such a powerful existence among the Snake People."
"On the continent, experts of this level"
"are all personally appointed saints of gods with Greater Divine Power, or explorers who wander through the