Black Knife Assassin

[This chapter has been revised]

What comes to mind when people think of monsters entering the city?

Blood and fire, wails and howls, ghosts and demons

But at this moment, everyone in Bede City had only one thought in mind—

Majesty.

The Storm Dragon walked steadily toward the inner wall, its Dragonslayer Armour standing proudly, while lightning and storms sang praises to it, as if an ancient king was returning to the world.

Such a scene would be considered blasphemous, let alone a battle, even to the point of worship.

Si Telan's mouth was dry. She desperately wanted to know what the relationship was between the Storm Dragon and the Dragonslayer Armour and the Sun's Eldest Son, and why the former mortal enemies were fighting side by side.

The relentless lightning strikes claimed the lives of every mercenary. Even Ge Erka and Simon were not spared; the moment they were struck by lightning, their bodies became immobile.

This is like— Divine Punishment!

The mercenaries tried their best to defend themselves, but to no avail, and watched in despair as the lightning struck them.

The thunder soon subsided, and all those who dared to offend the dungeon, whether mercenaries of the Light Eagle Legion or guards of the Bede Family, were executed.

Yet, no innocent adventurers were injured or killed!

That's not entirely accurate, because people are always hit by falling rocks, blown away by storms, or made dizzy from fright, but death doesn't befall them.

The survivors stared at the Storm Dragon, and the scene fell silent for a moment.

People opened their mouths but couldn't make a sound. They looked at each other, and some of the bolder ones did something astonishing—they followed!

These people wanted to see what the monster was up to.

Could it be that this was to kill the last offender, Count Philip?

Yes, the Light Eagle Legion was wiped out, let alone the Earl.

A magical scene was born.

The masters of storms and lightning walk the right path without deviation, and behind them are followers as small as insects.

Only the sound of the raging wind echoes through the world.

Just then, an unexpected character appeared.

"Vulcan, what has happened here?"

The Flame Monk in red robes stared blankly at Bede City, with a dozen or so Fire God Follower behind him.

After a long and arduous journey, everyone arrived in Bede City, having come to become Sun Warrior based on the rumors of the Vulcan in the Zane Dungeon. However, they found the city in complete disarray, and...

"My God!" He saw the Storm Dragon and the Dragonslayer Armour, and trembled with fear. "How did monsters get into the city?!"

People were staring at him, signaling him not to say anything unnecessary!

"What exactly is going on? Can someone explain this to me, sir? Please explain."

Someone, thoroughly annoyed by the Flame Monk, briefly recounted what had happened.

After listening, the Flame Monk fell into a long silence.

Just when people thought he would leave, he knelt down directly in front of the Storm Dragon and shouted:

"This is the punishment sent down by the god of fire! It is the Divine Punishment of the Great God Gwyn!"

What Great God Gwyn?

The adventurers were bewildered by these remarks. They knew about the image of the campfire, but they were unaware that the Sparkfire Church had unilaterally turned Gwyn into their god.

"The culprit behind all this is none other than the greedy Earl of Bede!" the Flame Monk exclaimed passionately.

"His actions have angered the dungeon and the will of the Vulcan. The god has sent His messenger to vent His anger and punish the sinner!"

In his eyes, both the Dragonslayer Armour and the Storm Dragon were imbued with a strong sense of divinity.

Without a doubt, these two powerful beings have an inextricable connection with the God of Fire, and there is absolutely no possibility of mistaken identity.

Someone couldn't help but ask, "What did the Earl do to anger the Zane Dungeon?"

"It's the God of Fire!" The Flame Monk glared at him and said, "Earl of Bede has restricted you, restricted the future followers of the god from entering the dungeon for pilgrimage. What is this if not blasphemy?"

People felt the old man was somewhat delusional, but they still asked, "So, according to you, this dragon and the armor are here to help us?"

"Have you seen them harm any of you?" the Flame Monk countered.

There really isn't.

Only the guards of the noble family and the Light Eagle Legion died; the adventurers did not die.

The Flame Monk said in a stirring tone, "Isn't that the problem? This shows that the fire god protects the innocent. The primordial flame shines equally on everyone. The fact that you are still alive and standing here proves the mercy of the god!"

Before anyone could speak, the Flame Monk shouted:

"Come, let us witness the end of the greedy Earl. Do not be afraid, come, the messenger of God will not harm you."

People originally just followed the Storm Dragon to watch the spectacle.

After his speech, the people who followed him turned into a pilgrimage group, as if they really believed that there was a fire god who had come to punish Count Philip.

How strange.

Even though people felt there were many problems, they still followed along for the time being.

The inner city wall, a fortified forty or fifty meters high, is a miracle created by the ancestors of the Bede Family.

However, today, this miracle vanished silently in the face of the storm.

In the lord's mansion, everyone looked ashen-faced as the approaching storm loomed.

Count Philip already knew everything through a message from an outside magician, who was subsequently struck by lightning and turned into charred remains.

He could only stay in the mansion, listening to the approaching footsteps of the Storm Dragon, counting his own impending doom.

Why did things turn out this way?

He didn't quite understand. His original intention was to mine more Bloodstone, offer them to the King, and live a better life.

Why did he ultimately have to die?

He had dismissed Sally and the others, and was staying alone in the mansion.

However, the only building that sheltered him was also destroyed by the storm.

The fragile mortals raised their heads and looked at the great beings.

The Dragonslayer Armour lowered its head; this was not divine mercy, but judgment.

The dragon-slaying axe was raised high, and the Flame Monk shouted, "Use Divine Punishment on the blasphemous nobles!"

Just then—

"Pikachu, use Thunderbolt!"

A bolt of lightning struck the Dragonslayer Armour, but it didn't even leave a scratch.

The Dragonslayer Armour hadn't reacted yet, but the Flame Monk was in an uproar.

"Who is it!"

At that moment, an unexpected person stood in front of Count Philip, Pikachu jumped into his arms, baring its teeth at the Dragonslayer Armour.

It was Vierde, the Vierde that everyone thought was a disappointment.

Count Philip was stunned to see his second son standing in front of him. He had thought of who would come to his rescue, but he never expected it would be Vierde.

"You--"

"Father, rest assured, I will definitely protect you!" Vierde held Pikachu, looking at the magnificent Dragonslayer Armour in front of him, his face showing no fear.

However, my legs were shaking so badly I almost wet my pants.

"Pikachu, Pikachu," he said tremblingly, "Why don't you run away? I can stay here by myself."

"Pikachu." Pikachu was so frightened that it couldn't speak.

A storm swept by, and the person Pokémon screamed as they were blown away, disappearing without a trace.

Count Philip stared blankly in the direction they disappeared, feeling not a shred of worry whatsoever.

At this moment, what he was thinking was:

I really want blood therapy! Blood therapy! I Endurance! Ahh, blood therapy!

When his mind was stimulated, the strange state he had previously suppressed could no longer be contained.

Bloodshot veins appeared in his eyes, and wisps of jet-black hair sprouted from his skin; he seemed to be undergoing some kind of mutation.

His thirst for blood contorted his face, leading him to a daring act—he charged at the Storm Dragon!

He craved blood.

However, when lightning strikes, nothing will remain.

"Boom!"

In New Calendar 2174, the Zane Dungeon went berserk, and Count Philip of Earl of Bede and a Light Eagle Legion were killed. Bede City fell, but there were no additional casualties.

The image of him bringing storms and lightning spread throughout the continent, and people's attention was drawn to the underground city of Sein, as well as to the wondrous items and campfires it produced.

Attracted by the novel items, the daring people did not care about the past rampage of Sien. Historical records show that the same dungeon would not be rampaged twice in a short period of time. The place remained crowded and even more prosperous.

Because the Storm Dragon failed to kill the adventurers, a saying even began to circulate among the crowd:

The Zane Dungeon is a dungeon that welcomes adventurers.

In October of the same year, the new heir of the Bede Family took office.

His name is Ka Rong.