Clack, clack...
Heavy greaves struck the ground, leaving footprints behind.
"Passing through this place, it seems I have discovered something interesting..."
A deep voice emerged from the pitch-black, cross-shaped opening in the knight's visor.
Osmon froze where he stood, his entire body rigid.
The next second, cold sweat poured from his forehead and down his back.
"S-Spade Knight Joko..."
A dry, hoarse voice escaped Osmon's throat.
One of the Obsidian Twin Knights, as renowned as Bayers, the "Ferrying Sword"; an S-class fugitive of the Empire; the man who had slain an avatar of His Eminence Terrence, one of the twelve bishops of the Sun Church's Blazing Sun Monastery; the man who had recently been wiping out branches of the Red Apple Church...
All those terrifying distinctions pointed to the sinister knight before him.
Osmon wanted nothing but to escape this place. He did not want to waste even a second, and could not muster the slightest courage to resist.
But he did not dare make any rash moves.
He was scared. He was terrified!
"Mr. Joko, may I ask what you want?"
Osmon forced out a faint smile and asked.
The dozen or so subordinates beside him all looked horrified, holding their breath and not daring to make a sound.
Chen Lun stopped twenty meters away and slowly raised a hand, pointing at the three objects held by a man and a woman beside Osmon.
"Give them to me, and live. Refuse, and all of you die."
His cold, deep voice sounded like a pronouncement from the god of death, reaching everyone present with perfect clarity.
As a Middle Sequence Transcendent who had undergone a supernatural qualitative transformation, Osmon had a powerful premonition telling him that if he did anything irrational, his head would leave his shoulders the next second.