Knights in the Nightmare (9)

One sword thrust pierced the Nightmare before him. It felt like stabbing into tofu. The Stag Attendant realized he had not caused any real harm, and when he tried to pull back his longsword, it was blocked by the tattered armor draped over the mist.

"Find their cores!"

The centurion arrived in time. His longsword blocked the Nightmare's attack as he pulled the Stag Attendant back.

"They must have cores, just like Frost Ghosts."

At the mention of Frost Ghosts, the Stag Attendant understood. They had dealt with Frost Ghosts plenty of times.

His longsword swept out, knocking the Nightmare back. He leaped forward, drew the dagger at his waist, and drove it into the face of that ruined suit of armor, where the blood-red eyes were located.

As the dagger plunged in, the Nightmare immediately lost all ability to move. It threw back its head and let out a sharp, shrieking howl before dissolving into streams of air that flew into the empty sky and vanished.

"Nightmares aren't impossible to kill. We've faced plenty of enemies. They all die."

That was true, but the difficulty was no ordinary matter. First, these second-stage Nightmare Knights were no longer flesh-and-blood bodies covered in weaknesses. Only by striking the location of their "souls" could they be killed. Second, amid this chaotic battlefield, they also faced ordinary Nightmare Knights. Those were the Nightmares' companions and posed an equally formidable threat.

Without surprise, the Stag Legion began to fall behind. They could only maintain the balance with the help of the Dragon Warriors. The gap between flesh-and-blood bodies and these spirit-form monsters was simply that great.

"As the weaker side, I should show Grand Duke Mayers what I can do first."

Ryan remained where he was, hesitating over when to intervene, but in the