The Saintess Who Came to Their Door (Continued)

The rotting corpses wandering in the valley saw the group of knights and, as if they had spotted prey, pounced on them again with their eyes reddening.

But what greeted them was a hail of Arrows and rows of black spears.

"Puff! Puff puff puff!"

A dense, piercing sound rang out, and hordes of rotting corpses fell in droves.

In less than half a minute, all the monsters were eliminated.

"Search!"

A knight clad in light silver armor and wielding a greatsword commanded in a deep voice, "Check every corner. Don't overlook any clues."

"Yes!"

The knights behind them dismounted and began searching the valley floor, wading through the sticky black oil.

They carefully examined the battle traces on the ground, investigated and analyzed them, and then pieced together all the clues.

A moment later, a middle-aged man in sergeant's uniform said in a deep voice, "It's confirmed that Knight Commander Grayson has been killed in battle, and the Lion Knights have been completely wiped out."

The greatsword knight's eyes were bloodshot, and a terrifying killing intent flashed across them, but he quickly suppressed it. "What was the cause of death?"

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and replied, "Judging from the battle traces and bloodstains at the scene, it seems that Knight Commander Grayson and the Blood Origin Cult had a conflict, which ended in a draw."

"The Blood Origin Cult..." A thoughtful look appeared in the greatsword knight's eyes. "How did these guys get into a conflict with Grayson, and escalate it to this point?"

"Could it be that they can't bear to part with those treasures and have changed their minds at the last minute?"

"It shouldn't be," the middle-aged man shook his head again. "Through the source-tracing magic, we saw that it was Knight Commander Grayson who struck first, wiping out more than a dozen of their men."

"He had always disliked this group of mixed-race Asians and took pleasure in torturing and killing them."

"This time, he probably couldn't control himself and accidentally let his guard down, which led to the complete outbreak of conflict."

When he finished speaking, the soldiers around him looked at him with strange expressions, as if they all felt that the result was too absurd.

Because he disliked those mixed-race people, he impulsively killed more than a dozen of them, leading to a major battle between the two sides, and ultimately even losing himself in the process.

Doesn't that sound so stupid?

But whether they believe it or not, all the clues point to this.

"This good-for-nothing is more likely to ruin everything," the greatsword knight said coldly. "I told him before to control his temper and not to let that potion affect him."

"Now it seems he didn't listen to a word I said, and even messed up such an important task!"

Everyone could hear the suppressed Wrath and murderous intent in his voice.

Like an enraged wild beast, it had no way to vent its anger.

A moment later, the greatsword knight took a deep breath and ordered, "Return! Go back and report to His Majesty that the Blood Origin Cult has gone back on its word."

"They not only murdered the entire Lion Knights, but also stole all their goods. We need to demand an explanation from their bishop."

The soldiers around him looked at him strangely, but still nodded solemnly.

"Yes!"

The next moment, the Fine- equipped cavalry regiment mounted their horses and left Flowing Oil Valley.

The night was as still as water, and the thick, inky black mist flowed silently.

In the churning sea of fog, a figure dressed in a blood-stained gauze dress, her breath weak, slowly emerged.

She clutched her wounds as she dragged herself forward with heavy steps, each step feeling like she was exhausting her strength.

Having fled all night, coupled with her serious injuries, she had reached her mental and physical limits.

In a daze, she seemed to see a glimmer of golden light appearing in the mist ahead.

The light was so bright and warm.

Like a small boat that has been adrift for many days, it has finally found a safe harbor, making people unable to resist getting closer.

She gritted her teeth and kept moving forward with her indomitable will.

But just as he was about to reach the edge of the golden light, it felt as if the last bit of strength in his body had been drained.

After a dizzying spin, he fell straight down.

The next day, at dawn.

"Creak—"

The door to the cabin was pushed open, and a handsome young man with pale skin slowly moved out in a wheelchair.

His lips were bloodless, as if he were severely exhausted.

Behind him, a red-haired mage quietly pushed the wheelchair, her beautiful face flushed with satisfaction.

Like a piece of warm, lustrous red jade, it is exceptionally bright and captivating.

Last night, Shen Xing was cultivating at triple speed in the Lotus Pond.

But because time passed so quickly, and after several days of continuous cultivation, everyone was a little tired, including Shen Xing, who was also struggling to keep going.

So he stopped the Time Acceleration and let the generals go out and relax for a while.

At this point, Leina suggested that they go back and rest.

Then... they rolled onto the bed.

"Sigh... You said you were going to get some rest." Shen Xing sighed, then turned to say, "Leina, don't do that again next time."

"Alright." The red-haired mage nodded gently, then leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Next time, I'll let you be on top, and you can also..."

Shen Xing's eyes widened instantly, staring at her in disbelief.

Before he could speak, a tall figure strode quickly towards him from a distance.

Its entire body was covered in dark red scales, and a long tail dragged on the ground. It exuded the aura of Tier Three powerhouse.

It was Aqi, the old lizard, the only Master blacksmith in the territory.

"My lord, Miss Leina, may the Lizard God bless you." The old lizard clasped his hands together, performing an ancient ritual.

Shen Xing nodded slightly and asked, "Aqi, is there something you need?"

"Here's the thing, the batch of equipment you previously handed over has been completely reforged according to your requirements. We'd like you to come and take a look."

"So fast?"

"Yes," Aqi nodded. "It's just a simple recasting, changing the style and color; it won't take much time."

Upon hearing this, Shen Xing's face lit up with joy. "Very good, take me there."

"Yes."

The old lizard responded respectfully, then led them towards the northern part of the territory.

Soon, they arrived at the blacksmith's shop area.

The four blacksmith shops that Shen Xing built yesterday have already taken shape and look like they will be completed in a few more hours.

The blacksmith shop in the center, which is currently undergoing upgrades, has also become noticeably taller and has taken up a larger area.

Under Old Aqi's command, the lizardmen took out all one hundred-plus sets of reforged heavy armor, horse armor, and spears, and neatly piled them on the ground.

Shen Xing inspected the finished product, and since it matched what he had instructed yesterday, he nodded in satisfaction.

Then, he took out the 'communication crystal' and switched to the team channel.

"Hellscream, Fordring, Xiao Hei, bring the Black Moon Knights to the North District to find me."

After a few seconds of silence, a unified response came from the other end of the crystal.

"Yes, my lord!"

A few minutes later, two tall figures walked over first.

One of them had green skin, a shaved head, and exuded a primitive and fierce aura.

A figure clad in light silver-gray armor, with a head full of white hair tied up, whose aged body seemed to contain boundless divine power.

It was Hellscream and Old Fordring.

These two people, despite coming from different races and having different beliefs, had an extremely good relationship.

Old Fordring often consulted Hellscream about questions concerning creating his own skills, and the orc always answered his questions without reservation.

At the same time, Hellscream would also ask Old Fordring for advice on some power techniques, and the old knight would teach him in return.

Over time, they became very good friends.

"My lord, please give your orders!"

The two approached the wheelchair and bowed respectfully.

Shen Xing nodded slightly, then handed the [Mad Demon Battle Axe] to Hellscream and the [Knight Commander's Heavy Armor] to Fordring.

"Put these on, these are your new gear."

The two exchanged a glance, then nodded solemnly. "Thank you, Lord!"

As black flames and golden Holy Light rose, both generals underwent a complete transformation.

At this moment, Hellscream, wielding a dark gold giant axe, experienced a surge in attributes, radiating an aura of destruction.

On the other side, Fordring, clad in white heavy armor, held a black-scaled shield in his right hand and a long-handled mace in his left, appearing like an unshakeable fortress of Holy Light.

"Not bad, the new equipment really makes a difference; it changes your whole demeanor." Shen Xing admired it for a moment and nodded in satisfaction.

Previously, the generals in his territory were of high quality, but their equipment was their weakness.

Now, some of the damage has been repaired.

Next, equip Leina and Onyxia with better weapons, and they'll be on par with veteran heroes who have been around for years.

At the same time, Xiao Hei arrived with more than 300 Black Moon Knight, the heavy hooves of his horses causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Shen Xing first kept ten sets of horse armor, intending to equip the Kodo Beast later.

The remaining hundred-plus sets of heavy armor and weapons were all handed over to Xiao Hei, who then distributed them according to their contributions.

Xiao Hei and Upper Rank One, the two generals, began to get busy.

They quickly selected over eighty Tier Two knights and over fifty Tier One Grand Perfection knights, and had them all don the armor.

"Bang! Bang!"

One after another, heavy pieces of black armor slammed to the ground with dull thuds.

After these knights removed their clothes, they revealed bodies emaciated from the corruption of the Power of the Black Moon, a stark contrast to their usual cold demeanor.

They were a little embarrassed and hurriedly changed into their new equipment, while also putting armor on their mounts.