Black Knight, White Knight, and Gray Knight showed no change in appearance, yet Red Knight, who could sense auras, could still feel the three of them undergoing an inner-to-outer sublimation.
It was a sublimation of their status, an evolution of life itself.
If they had previously been, like him, mere subordinates of the Dark King, then now they seemed to have surpassed that relationship and become collaborators.
How was that possible?!
Red Knight simply could not imagine why this had happened. How could the Dark King allow the three of them to possess such terrifying strength?
"Are you confused right now?" Hawkins asked with a smile.
Red Knight asked in disbelief, "Why? Black Knight, why?"
"Why?" Seated atop his black warhorse, Black Knight looked at Red Knight and repeated his question.
White Knight suddenly could not hold back a laugh. When Red Knight looked over, he immediately said with a grin, "Sorry, sorry. I'm not laughing at you. I just found it amusing."
"What's amusing about it? This isn't funny." At that moment, behind the three knights, Red Knight rode slowly forward on a crimson warhorse, casting an indifferent glance at the Red Knight who was left with only a head.
The Red Knight in Hawkins's hand saw this, and his pupils abruptly contracted. At last, he understood—he was not Red Knight at all.
Then who was he?
"Hawkins, can you tell me who I am?" Red Knight could not help asking.
Hawkins smiled. "You are Red Knight, genuine and guaranteed."
"Then what about him?" Red Knight widened his eyes and stared in shock at the Red Knight whose aura was incomparably stronger than his own.
Hawkins smiled. "He is Red Knight too, genuine and guaranteed."
"This..." Red Knight was momentarily struck speechless.
The Red Knight riding the crimson warhorse