Behold My Righteous Backstab! The End

"Wandering Knight, I advise you not to meddle in the affairs of our Death God Cult, or else..."

"Pah!"

Before the Black-Robed Man could finish speaking, the Red-Haired Man tilted his head and spat on the ground, waving the Dark Knight One-Handed Sword in his hand with an impatient look.

"Enough with this Death God Cult nonsense. A cult that kills, burns, and digs up graves calls itself a holy cult every day. Have you no shame? And don't threaten me. I've probably killed more cultists than you've ever seen."

As he spoke, the Red-Haired Man took out a badge emitting a faint platinum glow from his pocket and tossed it lightly.

"Do you know what this is?"

"This..."

The Black-Robed Man had excellent eyesight. He recognized the badge from afar at a glance, then actually staggered back several steps. In a hoarse voice, he gritted out each word, "You're an Honorary Knight of the Church!"

"Good that you know."

The Red-Haired Man slowly pinned the badge to his chest, then flicked his sword, his voice turning cold. "Then are you ready to die?"

Before his words had even faded, the Red-Haired Man pushed off the ground and charged forward at incredible speed. Midway through, he swung his sword, and the Red Crescent from before appeared once more, shooting from the dark blade straight at the Black-Robed Man.

Whoosh! Bang! Bang! Two loud explosions suddenly rang out from the rooftop beside the road. The roof collapsed, and two black shadows shot toward the charging Red-Haired Man, interrupting his next attack.

The second Red Crescent was also blocked by the Grey Mist Shield before the Black-Robed Man. However, the shield was now trembling on the verge of collapse.

"Kill him!"

The Black-Robed Man suppressed the shock on his face and gave the order in a sinister tone.

"Roar..."

The two black shadows that had leaped down from the roof roared at the same time and engaged the Red-Haired Man in fierce combat.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Riiip!

The black shadows were also covered in black robes, but during the battle, the red gleam on the Red-Haired Man's sword shredded their robes to pieces, revealing their true forms.

Parr, who had been watching the battle, saw that the two black shadows were also Walking Corpses. However, their skin was no longer pale, but bronze in color. They looked incredibly tough. No, they were not merely tough-looking—they were genuinely tough. The Red-Haired Man's sword could slice through their black robes, but when it struck their bodies, it could only produce a shower of sparks.

But that did not mean the Red-Haired Man was at a disadvantage. The newly appeared Bronze Walking Corpses had high defense and powerful attacks, every punch cutting through the air, yet they could not touch the Red-Haired Man.

Meanwhile, the Red-Haired Man moved nimbly between the two Bronze Walking Corpses. Every slash, chop, sweep, or thrust of his sword struck their necks or the backs of their heads. After repeated attacks, white marks had already appeared on the vital areas of both Bronze Walking Corpses. Their defeat was only a matter of time.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, the Black-Robed Man cursed under his breath. Then he quickly strode forward, passed Parr, and approached the battling Red-Haired Man. Raising both hands, he uttered a phrase in a language Parr could not understand.

"Weakening!"

Then Parr saw the Red-Haired Man, who was fighting the Bronze Walking Corpses in the distance, pause for a moment. Seizing the chance, the two Bronze Walking Corpses threw out their hard bronze fists with two gusting blows toward the Red-Haired Man's head.

Bang! Bang!

At the critical moment, the Red-Haired Man twisted his wrist and raised his sword horizontally, blocking the attacks of the Bronze Walking Corpses. This was probably the first time since the battle began that the Bronze Walking Corpses had actually hit him.

After taking several steps back and steadying himself, the Red-Haired Man felt that his strength had been greatly weakened. But that was no problem. He glanced at the badge he had just pinned to his chest.

Hummm...

The badge let out a faint hum, and the platinum glow it emitted flickered. The weakness in the Red-Haired Man's body immediately vanished.

"Come again!"

With a flick of his sword, the recovered Red-Haired Man rushed in once more and resumed his fierce battle with the Bronze Walking Corpses.

"Damn it! Damn Church!"

The Black-Robed Man cursed loudly. After this test, he knew his ordinary spells no longer worked on the Red-Haired Man. Now, he could only go all out and unleash a powerful move before the Red-Haired Man broke through the Bronze Walking Corpses' blockade.

As for why the Black-Robed Man did not flee? He had come here with a purpose! Cultists were not actually madmen who went around killing and setting fires for no reason. They were simply utterly unscrupulous when pursuing their goals.

Based on the sensation from the last ritual, the map fragment recording the place where my god slumbers is in this village. I haven't found it yet. How can I leave?

Having reaffirmed his conviction, the faint light in the Black-Robed Man's eyes grew brighter. Thin grey mist began spreading through the air around him as he rapidly chanted a string of the same mysterious language as before.

"Ruler of all destinations, eternal existence that divides the boundary between life and death..."

The hurried yet rhythmic chant was faint at first, but it gradually grew louder, reaching the ears of the Red-Haired Man and the bound Parr.

"Not good! This madman is going all out!"

The Red-Haired Man wanted to break through the Bronze Walking Corpses' encirclement and interrupt the Black-Robed Man's chant. However, the Bronze Walking Corpses suddenly became more agile. The price was cracks appearing across their hard skin. If they were not killed this time, they would probably be crippled anyway.

But the effect was good. The two empowered Bronze Walking Corpses temporarily held back the Red-Haired Man, buying the Black-Robed Man precious time.

"Death is not the end, but a new beginning..."

The Black-Robed Man continued chanting the mysterious incantation loudly. The grey mist around him gradually condensed into an illusory scythe above his head. It looked like the spell was nearly complete.

"Standing there and charging up a big move? Do you really think I can't get past? I've got a big move too!"

The Dark Knight One-Handed Sword in the Red-Haired Man's hand suddenly shone with brilliant red light.

"Shadow Split!"

The Red-Haired Man flicked his sword, and two red phantoms emerged from the glow. They had builds similar to his own, their faces blurry and indistinct. Each held a Dark Knight One-Handed Sword as well, though their swords were somewhat illusory. But that was fine. As long as they could hold back the Bronze Walking Corpses.

Bang! Bang!

The two phantoms charged forward with their swords and directly knocked the Bronze Walking Corpses aside, then fought them. At that point, nothing stood between the Red-Haired Man and the Black-Robed Man.

"Charge!"

The Red-Haired Man took a step forward. With a bang, the ground beneath his foot shattered, and his body shot before the Black-Robed Man at incredible speed. Then he gripped his sword in both hands and brought it down with all his strength.

"Slash!"

Bang! At the crucial moment, two translucent shields rose around the Black-Robed Man. So he had equipment like Colin's too! But it was useless. Under the Red-Haired Man's powerful strike, the translucent shields instantly shattered, followed by a Grey Mist Shield.

Bang! The Grey Mist Shield held up well. At least it blocked the Red-Haired Man's attack. Though it was also cut apart, the shockwave from the shattered translucent shields pushed the thwarted Red-Haired Man one step away from the Black-Robed Man, giving him time to finish his final chant.

"Great God of Death, please wield..."

The Grey Mist Scythe above the Black-Robed Man's head began to sway. Seeing this, the Red-Haired Man roared. His unsteady body spun, and the sword in his hand swept horizontally at the now-unshielded Black-Robed Man.

"Double Slash!"

Bang! This attack was blocked as well. The Grey Mist Shield had come from the Grey Mist Chain binding Parr behind the Black-Robed Man. So the Black-Robed Man had kept that trick in reserve for this critical moment.

"This is bad!"

The Red-Haired Man looked up at the Grey Mist Scythe above the Black-Robed Man's head, already raised and about to fall. A bitter smile appeared on his face. Just as red light rose from his body and he prepared to endure the attack head-on, he suddenly saw the Grey Mist Scythe sway, then explode into a cloud of grey mist with a bang.

"No way! That worked?"

The Red-Haired Man lowered his head to look at the Black-Robed Man, his face full of astonishment.

"Cough, cough!"

The Black-Robed Man's final chant was choked off by blood in his throat. He lowered his head in disbelief and saw a section of black blade protruding from his chest. Then the black blade twisted. The pain made his vision go dark, and with a thud, he collapsed face-first onto the ground, dead.

Pfft! Parr pulled the Black Short Sword from the Black-Robed Man's corpse, then looked up at the stunned Red-Haired Man with a broad grin.

"Red-Haired Uncle, surprised? Unexpected? Hehehe..."

"Good kid!"

Coming back to his senses, the Red-Haired Man carefully examined Parr, who stood beside the Black-Robed Man's corpse, and then smiled as well.

"Hahaha..."

Let's rewind a little.

"Double Slash!"

The Red-Haired Man spun and swept his sword at the Black-Robed Man. At that moment, the Black-Robed Man's finger twitched, and the Grey Mist Chain binding Parr exploded into a cloud of grey mist. In that hair's-breadth moment, it turned into a Grey Mist Shield and blocked the Red-Haired Man's Double Slash.

At the same time, the Black-Robed Man's chant was almost complete. Just as he thought victory was assured, he failed to notice that Parr, who had been lying weakly on the ground after the departing Grey Mist Chain drained away all his Stamina and Mental Power to ensure he could not interfere, had stood up.

"Restore!"

At the instant his Stamina and Mental Power hit zero, the grey mist departed, and his consciousness was about to sink into darkness, Parr chose to use Energy Points to restore his Stamina and Mental Power. He did not use much—just one point for each.

Stamina: 10/100 Mental Power: 10/10 Life Energy Points: 28 Mental Energy Points: 46

Having regained his fighting strength, Parr did not hesitate. He directly picked up the Black Short Sword from the ground and stabbed it into the Black-Robed Man's completely unguarded back.

"Behold my righteous backstab!"

Pfft! The Black-Robed Man truly had not guarded against an attack from behind. All his attention was focused on the timed big move and the Red-Haired Man in front of him. He never could have imagined that Parr, whom his grey mist had drained of Stamina and Mental Power and who was practically dead, would suddenly stand up and stab him. He thought Parr's Talent could only restore Stamina! And Parr had already restored himself twice in a row just now. How long had it been? How could he recover again? Was there really such an absurd Talent?

Thus, the Black-Robed Man died. A large red dot and a large white dot appeared on the blade of the Black Short Sword.