Leo swept his gaze over the knights and said, "Now, can someone tell me where this so-called Demon Armor of yours actually came from?"
Peter stood rooted to the spot, his expression stiff.
The other knights had yet to recover from the shock of what had just happened.
Leo walked toward Peter.
Peter hurriedly raised his spear and said, "Leo, stay back! You may be able to kill a Sky Knight, but that doesn't mean you can kill me, a Star Knight."
Seeing this, Leo stepped forward and brought his blade down.
Peter's head was severed in an instant.
Leo said flatly, "If I could bring you to this level, then naturally, I could just as easily kill you once you reached it."
Peter's death did not enrage the knights.
After spending centuries under the Wizards' heels, treated as their servants, these knights possessed none of the knightly pride they spoke of.
Even with their commander dead, they still struggled to muster any hostility or hatred toward a Wizard.
The only reason these knights had dared attack Leo earlier was their faith in the Demon Armor.
Now that the Demon Armor could not protect them from Leo, their confidence vanished, and they reverted to the spineless knights they had been before.
Leo took in their reactions and said, "Besides him, is there anyone among you who can speak for the others?"
Leo had forgotten Peter's name. He had only recognized his face as that of the knight he had once granted tremendous physical strength.
Leo's gaze was cold, like a god looking down upon his creations, and it subjected the knights to an unparalleled sense of pressure.
"My lord Wizard, me! Me!"
Just then, a young, short Sky Knight eagerly approached Leo and said, "Wizard Leo, my name is Tor.