"Ah... ah..."
"Stop hitting him..."
"Ah, I can't take it anymore, stop hitting me, I'll talk, I'll talk..."
As intermittent screams echoed from the Chambord camp, those watching from near and far could hardly believe their ears. This was truly outrageous! The King of Chambord, this unbridled Mad Wolf, had actually captured and tortured the knights of the Knights' Hall... What was happening to this world?
Ten minutes ago.
The Knights' Hall Templar discovered gold, silver, jewels, weapons, and armor belonging to the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps, which had been wiped out by the Spartak Empire assassins, during their search of the Chambord camp. Then, strangely, a large number of the Knights' Hall cavalry appeared and immediately attempted to arrest King of Chambord on charges of 'treason' and 'collaboration with the enemy,' and seize control of the Chambord camp.
Just when it seemed the people of Chambord were about to suffer a major setback, the situation took a dramatic turn for the better.
[ One Fist Spanning the Heavens ] King of Chambord showed no regard for the arrogant Knights of the Knights of the Knights' Hall, and without any restraint, immediately unleashed his thunderous power. [ One Fist Spanning the Heavens ]'s formidable strength was on full display. In just a few moves, he intimidated three or four hundred cavalrymen into not daring to move. With a flick of his finger, a streak of crystal-clear sword energy left a mark. Not a single one of the three hundred cavalrymen dared to cross the mark, and they could only watch helplessly as the Chambord people captured the Knights of the Knights' Hall cavalry and the leopard-eyed knight leader from the camp and tortured them.
At first, some dared to resist, but after the leader of the Leopard-Eyed Knights had his limbs shattered by a single punch from a massive, bald, scarred man, no knight dared to make any further move. To avoid misunderstanding by the Chambord people, several cavalrymen threw away their weapons as if discarding branding irons, covering their heads and not daring to move. The King of Chambord's words, "Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy," had completely terrified these cavalrymen.
Because everyone knows that the Chambord people are serious this time, and even if they kill you, it's pointless.
After bringing the situation under control, King of Chambord and Queen Angela, along with several terrified and still-shaken women, entered the central tent and disappeared. Soon after, various instruments of torture and wooden canes were set up in the middle of the Chambord camp. Forty or fifty cavalrymen were bound hand and foot and given a severe beating. Afterward, they were left standing there, bruised and battered, to be interrogated one by one.
The person in charge of the interrogation was none other than the enormous, bald, scarred fat man who had previously nearly killed the leader of the Leopard-Eyed Knights with a single punch.
Soon, the people who were secretly observing realized that this fat man, who always had a smirking smile on his face, was definitely a ruthless devil who had walked out of Hell.
He completely disregarded the status of the Knights' Hall, and his methods of incomprehensible torture were ruthless and vicious. Not only the cavalrymen who were being tortured, but even those who were watching from afar were terrified and felt cold all over. Even those who usually considered themselves tough guys were sweating profusely and could not bear to watch any longer.
The Knights' Hall ' cavalry were tough guys, and they had seen countless tortures in the Knights' Hall' Black Prison. Some of them initially tried to resist, but in the end, they were tortured to the point of incontinence, crying and begging for mercy. Even the leopard-eyed knight leader couldn't withstand four or five minutes in front of that terrifying Chambord, scarred fat man, and soon confessed everything he knew.
The entire process was carried out without any attempt at concealment; it was a blatant slap in the face to the Knights' Hall.
Even with such a blatant display of force, the more than three hundred Knights' Hall outside the Chambord camp, including several formidable warriors, dared not make any move.
The massive 'Shadow of the God of War ' that was hundreds of meters tall, unleashed after King of Chambord's power erupted, was still vaguely imprinted in the void and had not disappeared. In addition to the bald, scarred, fat man who was being interrogated, several other experts among the Chambord people released their power, and various colors of Dou Qi aura flames enveloped their bodies, burning like balls of fire in the camp.
Sensing the fluctuations of Dou Qi emanating from these top experts, everyone gasped in astonishment. Even without King of Chambord's intervention, these few individuals alone could annihilate the more than three hundred elite Knights' Hall' Cavalry outside the camp within ten minutes.
So the strength of the Chambord people has reached this level!
Many who finally understood were secretly astonished.
However, some people were secretly worried for King of Chambord. As fellow citizens of a vassal state, they genuinely stood on the side of the Chambord people. No matter how powerful the Chambord people were, facing the massive imperial state apparatus, such a 'heartless' provocation of the Knights' Hall's authority would probably not end well.
Many observant people had already noticed that the Knights' Hall cavalry, which had agreed to send out an extra rider ten minutes earlier, had already dispatched several riders to rush towards the capital to request reinforcements. Everyone was carefully waiting for the next development of the situation; in any case, this matter was becoming increasingly interesting.
Sure enough, twenty minutes after the Knights' Hall cavalrymen were publicly tortured, the Knights' Hall reinforcements arrived!
A streak of crimson light, like blood staining the sky, ripped through the air from the direction of the capital, arriving in an instant with a sharp whistling sound, and landed outside the Chambord camp.
As the crimson light dissipated, the newcomer was revealed to be wearing very ordinary standard armor from the Knights' Hall. However, this armor was entirely stained blood-red, as if streams of blood were flowing through it. Coupled with the blood-red cloak billowing behind him in the wind, it was as if he had just emerged from a battlefield where blood flowed like a river. This person was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and had no particularly outstanding features. Yet, simply by standing there, an indescribable sense of oppression emanated from him, exuding an imposing and fear-inducing aura without even raising his voice.
"Greetings, First Judgment Knight!"
Upon seeing this person arrive, the more than three hundred Knights' Hall outside the camp all knelt on one knee in salute.
Countless eyes in the distant camps of various vassal states, secretly observing the situation, realized from the way these cavalrymen addressed him that the seemingly ordinary-looking knight was actually the First Judgment Knight [ Knight of God ], ranked first among the Ten Judgment Knight of the Imperial Knights' Hall, and also the highest-ranking and most powerful Judgment Knight among the Ten Judgment Knight.
This is going to be interesting.
The [ Knight of God ], the leader of the Ten Great Judgment Knight, versus [ One Fist Spanning the Heavens ] King of Chambord —who will prevail?
After all, the fact that this knight was able to firmly suppress the other nine Judgment Knight and have the title of "God" added before his name as a knight demonstrates the level of his strength.
All attention was focused on the [ Knight of God ].
By this time, the torture in the Chambord camp had ended. The forty or fifty cavalrymen who had been tortured, along with the leader of the Leopard-Eyed Knights, were tied to wooden stakes. Their faces were bruised and swollen, and blood was flowing freely. They looked miserable and no longer had the fierce and menacing appearance they had before. They looked like Venom snakes with their fangs pulled out, or wolves with their teeth cut off, hanging their heads listlessly.
[ Knight of God ] glanced up at the pitiful cavalrymen in the camp, frowned, but did not fly into a rage as others had imagined. Instead, he quickly lowered his head and stared blankly at the sword mark that King of Chambord had drawn with his finger in front of the Chambord camp.
He remained motionless, his gaze fixed, staring at the sword mark for over ten minutes, as if he were in a trance.
Those secretly observing were utterly bewildered. Why was the [ Knight of God ], the leader of the Ten Great Judgment Knight, staring blankly at the sword mark instead of rescuing the suffering Knights' Hall cavalry in the camp? Could it be that the [ Knight of God ], the leader of the Ten Great Judgment Knight, was actually afraid of this sword mark?
Just as everyone was wondering, the [ Knight of God ] finally took a step and walked towards the sword mark.
One step... two steps... three steps...
Four meters... three meters... two meters...
The [ Knight of God ] walked up to the sword mark, but instead of taking another step forward, he frowned and stared at it blankly for several minutes. If anyone could see his eyes, they would find that they were filled with confusion and shock, as if he had encountered something incredible.
Finally, he reached out his hand.
His fingers slowly moved closer to the top of the sword mark, as if touching something.
Just then, a sudden change occurred.
boom!
A beam of azure sword energy suddenly burst forth from the previously calm sword mark, soaring into the sky and shattering the white clouds above, its sharpness unparalleled.
As if he had anticipated this, the [ Knight of God ] unleashed a burst of crimson Dou Qi, enveloping the arm and instantly withstanding the impact of the Glazed Sword Qi before quickly retracting his arm.
Snap!
The blood-red arm guard on his arm cracked in several places before shattering and falling to the ground.
This unexpected turn of events left everyone watching utterly dumbfounded. The crystal-clear sword energy arrived so suddenly, as if King of Chambord had been standing invisible beneath the sword mark, unleashing a fatal One Sword. It was so sudden, so sharp, so terrifying, and so unpredictable!
"This is... this sword energy... Heavens, only Moon Class expert can reach this realm, the Fist Intent Spiritual Imprint in the void!" Someone exclaimed in a low voice, as if they had seen a ghost.
The words were spoken softly, but to some attentive listeners, they sounded like a massive hammer blow to their hearts, leaving them dizzy and bewildered.
That's right, this is the Fist Intent Spiritual Imprint in the void!
It turns out that King of Chambord had just used his finger as a sword to unleash a crystal sword aura. This not only created a huge sword mark half a meter deep in front of the Chambord camp, but also, through incredible means, silently imprinted his crystal sword aura into the void where the sword mark was located. Anyone who passed over this sword mark would immediately trigger this invisible crystal sword aura, shredding everything in its path.
What a terrifying tactic!
Second update. Thank you all for your comforting words. I might really need to go and pray to the gods.
Thank you everyone.
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