The other cavalrymen burst into laughter.
Their horses were loaded with all kinds of plundered riches.
A beautiful woman was also tied up among them. She was crying bitterly and struggling to escape.
"Bastard, being chosen by this knight is your honor. Go to hell!"
The knight had completely lost patience. He drew his knight's sword and cut off her head in one stroke.
The woman's head fell to the ground, kicking up layers of dust.
Young Artoria took several steps back and stared blankly at the scene.
The cruel, bloody age of war was wantonly displayed before her eyes!
"Thank goodness I live in the twenty-first century!"
Luo Ya's face instantly turned deathly pale. She covered her chest with her small hand.
Such a bloody and brutal scene had hit her far too hard.
She took a deep breath and said solemnly, "I finally understand why King Arthur demanded so much of himself, insisting on following the Knight's Code, becoming the knight among knights—the Perfect King!"
It was precisely because she had experienced all this that she wanted to become a perfect knight and protect her homeland.
Ilya's face also paled beside her. She turned her head away. "In such a cruel age of war, there really does need to be a king who steps forward and brings it to an end!"
"So, Nameless Knight, where are you?"
Luo Ya secretly watched the screen through the gaps between her fingers.
The looting and slaughter continued.
The young King Arthur wanted to stop the knights, but she was completely powerless to hold them back.
Instead, she enraged them.
One Black Armored Knight sneered. "Brat, you think you can stop me? Then I'll cut off all four of your limbs first and see if you still dare to talk back!"
"You don't deserve to be called a knight! A knight should bring smiles to people's faces and protect ordinary people, not loot and slaughter them!"
The young girl still gave that answer in the face of a threat to her life.
The lock of hair atop her head stood stubbornly upright, as if condemning the group.
"Hahaha, bring them joy? I have great power. Why should I protect a bunch of weaklings?"
The Black Armored Knight threw his head back and laughed wildly, while the others followed suit.
Before these vicious knights, the young girl looked utterly helpless, so pitiful that people wanted to pull her into their arms.
Tap, tap~
The sound of footsteps came from the distance.
A strange man suddenly appeared and stood before the young girl.
The red cloak behind him fluttered in the wind, instantly putting them on guard. "Who are you?"
"If you're unwilling to protect others, then you have no right to call yourself a knight."
The man looked at them as if they were already dead. "In my eyes, you're nothing but a weakling."
[High-energy scene ahead!]
[We finally waited for you. Luckily, I never gave up!]
[Motherfucker, these bastards really deserve to die. Nameless, you have to kill them all!]
[As expected of Eng-land! Nameless standing beside the cross-dressing King Arthur is just too damn cool!]
"Nameless has appeared!"
When Luo Ya and Ilya saw the red cloak, they both let out a long sigh of relief.
The comments shared their reaction.
Countless people had originally been furiously denouncing the knights, wishing they could storm Britain fifteen hundred years into the past.
But after the [Nameless Heroic Spirit] appeared, everyone finally relaxed.
There was no helping it.
His performance in the first video had been simply too perfect.
Countless people were jealous of Joan's public confession to him, yet they could only grit their teeth and admit—
He really was worthy of Joan!
He strictly upheld justice, willingly remained nameless, and bravely embraced sacrifice...
One could say that every virtue a knight should possess was perfectly embodied in him!
If a knight this outstanding wasn't worthy of Joan, then who was?
In just one day, many chuuni youths had already become fervent fans of the Nameless Heroic Spirit.
Now, this perfect knight had appeared before the perfect Knight King, and the pair were so well-matched that countless people were already pairing them up.
The Black Armored Knight snorted coldly and pointed his sword at him. "You think you're qualified to call us weaklings?"
"Humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, mercy, spirituality, honesty, justice... These are the Eight Virtues of a Knight. Do you possess even one of them?"
Under the furious gazes of the knights, the Nameless Heroic Spirit looked as relaxed as if he were taking a stroll after a meal.
Behind him,
young Artoria's eyes lit up, as though she had heard the ultimate truth.
She engraved those words deep into her DNA, never to forget them.
The eight virtues. The perfect knight!
"Heh heh, human ability has its limits. The more you try to follow rules, the more you realize your own helplessness." The Black Armored Knight suddenly spoke in a low voice.
"Oh? What are you trying to say?"
Nameless looked at him with interest.
"If you want to surpass your limits, you can only stop being a knight! I see, I plunder, I seize everything. That is what one should do with a short life!"
The Black Armored Knight issued a crazed declaration.
The other knights looked at him with boundless admiration.
They were clearly a group of fallen knights, yet they wanted to find a leader of their own!
"Then I can only grant you death!"
Nameless's hands had been empty.
Yet a strange fluctuation flashed, automatically forming two swords—
Gan Jiang and Mo Ye.
"He's only one man. We have a great chance of winning! Move out and kill him!" The Black Armored Knight ordered without hesitation.
As long as he killed this mysterious obstruction, he could return home with his riches and enjoy a happy retirement!
The battle erupted without warning.
But the Black Armored Knight soon realized that this wasn't a battle at all.
It was—
a massacre!
"Time for the hunt!"
The Nameless Heroic Spirit's voice was eerie, and his figure suddenly vanished.
"Where? Where is he?"
The fallen knights fell into a panic, sweeping their surroundings with extreme vigilance.
A flash of sword light passed, and one knight had his throat slit on the spot. He crashed heavily to the ground, unwilling to accept his fate.
His opponent moved about like a ghost. Every time he appeared, he easily killed another knight.
Now even the Black Armored Knight panicked. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't come any closer, aaah!"
The opponent was like the Grim Reaper, wantonly reaping the lives of one soldier after another.
No one could stop him.
At that moment, everyone clearly realized—
Before this mysterious man, they were weaklings too!
The Black Armored Knight charged at the girl without hesitation and roared furiously, "Come any closer and I'll kill her!"
A ghostly voice rang out beside his ear.
The next second, he saw a dazzling flash of sword light, and his sword-wielding right hand was severed on the spot!
The Black Armored Knight let out a miserable scream, only to see a pair of pitch-black eyes looking down at him like the Grim Reaper.
Sword light flashed, and the Black Armored Knight crashed heavily to the ground as well!
The entire battle lasted less than ten seconds.
Every fallen knight was killed!
[Dammit, he got to show off!]
[He kills one man every ten steps and leaves no trace for a thousand miles! When the deed is done, he brushes off his clothes and leaves, hiding his achievements and fame. That was insanely cool!]
[One sword per fallen knight. He's so cool it hurts!]
[Hahaha, this feels amazing! When people are killed, they die. These lackeys who aided evil deserved it!]
[Mom asked why I was watching my phone on my knees. I was kneeling before Nameless!]
"So cool!"
Luo Ya couldn't help exclaiming in admiration as well.
He moved through the enemy ranks as casually as if he were strolling in a garden, just like the perfect swordsman from a movie.
Wei Gong, standing to one side, silently tilted his head toward the sky.
Back then, he had been at the peak of his chuuni phase and loved role-playing more than anything.
Now that [Alaya] had edited it all together, it was a complete Black History!
In the Perfect King video, after killing the fallen knights,
the young Knight King stared at him with sparkling eyes. "May I ask your name? Can I follow you and practice swordsmanship?"
"I'm merely a Nameless Knight passing by."
He showed no arrogance over his achievements. Instead, he appeared extremely humble.
Next,
the Nameless Heroic Spirit began teaching Artoria swordsmanship step by step, allowing her skills to improve at an incredible rate.
And it wasn't just swordsmanship.
Before you continue