Alien Knights

Looking at this huge black monster, it knocked the gate of the camp flying with just one claw. With a look of despair on his face, Fogar murmured, "It's all unreal...it's all a dream..."

A group of heavy infantry with shields set up a shield wall and slowly pushed towards the monster. Before they could get into the attack range, the piercing frost invaded, and before they could even scream, there was only a pile of ice sculptures that shattered at the touch of a touch.

A soldier hiding behind the tent used both hands and feet to stir the mechanism of the lifting crossbow. After aiming, he pressed the trigger. A two-finger-thick iron crossbow, with a dull whistling, first smashed the thick "ice armor" on the monster's body, and then stuck weakly between the gaps in the iron scales.

Enraged, the pitch-black monster roared loudly towards the sky, snapped the crossbow bolt on the scales into two pieces, ran with all its limbs, and turned into an indistinct afterimage, and came to the attacker who was a hundred meters away in an instant.

One iron claw grabbed the soldier's head, and the other grabbed the opponent's leg. After a sharp bone cracking sound, blood and minced meat fell to the ground like raindrops.

When the surrounding soldiers saw this bloody scene, they were all frightened and frightened.

A hundred meters away from the Ulster camp, Caspar and the gladiators stared at everything in front of them in a daze.

A pitch-black iron-clad monster rushed into Ulster's camp. Facing 300 regular troops, it carried out a crushing massacre. The killing was so dark that the blood flowed like a river. The enemy couldn't do any resistance except fleeing and praying on their knees.

This kind of Arabian Nights-style thing actually happened in daylight.

"You mean... that... is our leader?" Kaspar looked at the dark figure, his eyes wide open.

A barbarian warrior behind him said out of breath: "We all saw with our own eyes that the leader became like that, and he defeated twenty war beasts by himself!"

Hearing the gladiator's discussion, Caspar turned his face to the barbarian warrior: "You just said that in the mythology of the northern border, this kind of human being who can transform into the strongest war beast is called...?"

The barbarian warrior raised his head and shouted excitedly, "Demigod!"

The final result of the rebel siege in Ulster surprised everyone who paid attention to it in advance.

When the kingdom set off with a thousand-man army, there were only fifty-three people when they returned. The main general was captured and supplies were confiscated. Even these survivors were a little mentally disturbed.

In contrast to the Froststone rebels, except for the forty or so barbarian soldiers who died in the battle to defend the camp, the rest of the troops were fully organized, and the attrition rate could even be said to be zero.

As a direct result of this battle, Ulster's reserve force was severely reduced, the king's prestige was greatly reduced, domestic opposition forces gradually rose, and the entire country was on the verge of civil war.

The Froststone Tribe is famous throughout the northern border. Besides the twenty-eight "Death Knights", the most talked about is the "Demigod" who defeated an army by himself.

The client, Todd, was lying on the recliner in the small building, grinning and twisting his sore shoulders.

Rachel took a bottle of ointment, applied it on his body, and said angrily: "Look at yourself! You have used the evolutionary form far beyond the bearable time! Do you know? If the battle continues for a while, your life may be in danger!"

Todd waved his hand indifferently: "Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion."

"You mean, there was an impulse deep in your soul that made you suddenly transform into an evolutionary form?" Rachel said after thinking, "I guess, it should have something to do with Boyle's soul in your body. Am I right, Deirdre?"

Deirdre, who woke up from a coma a few days ago, was sitting at the foot of the stairs, looking at the strange face on the recliner, but remembered the scene where the other person was in the "red circle" desperately saving her.

"Why did you save me?"

Todd and Rachel were taken aback by Deirdre's question.

The former added: "You are not Boyle, there is no need to care about my life..."

Todd and Rachel looked at each other, the former scratched his head, and said with a wry smile: "You once wanted to save me, so take my behavior as a reward."

Rachel looked at the silent Deirdre, and repeated the original question: "Is this sudden incident related to Boyle's soul?"

Deirdre put her arms around her knees and whispered, "I guess so, but I don't feel Boyle's presence anymore..."

Todd struggled to get up on the bed: "What do you mean you can't feel Boyle's presence?"

Deirdre glanced at him: "As the name implies, I don't feel his presence anymore..."

Rachel winked at Todd, and the two entered soul space together.

Todd searched the space for a long time, but found no trace of Boyle's soul.

Rachel suggested to him: "Maybe Deirdre should be brought in, she should be able to find something."

After Deirdre entered the soul space, relying on her own abilities, she found a palm-sized crystal in the corner of the Temple of Soul.

"If I'm not mistaken, when the clansman was in danger, Boyle used all his soul power to help Todd continue to evolve for a long time. But in the end, his power was exhausted, and his soul disappeared forever in this world." Deirdre held the crystal in both hands, and said with a trembling voice: "The thing in my hand is the remaining embers of his soul."

Todd took the crystal from Deirdre and slowly brushed it across the surface. The last memory in the embers was projected into blurred images, showing Boyle, a barbarian man, the last obsession in his life.

The old warrior Freed taught the young Boyle how to use the hunting bow; the shaman Minnie held a coming-of-age ceremony for him at the age of sixteen; the warriors of the clan galloped side by side on the battlefield with him...

The image lasted for more than three minutes, and finally slowly dimmed.

Deirdre snatched the crystal from Todd's hand, threw it on the ground, and shouted sadly: "I'm so stupid, I'm so stupid! Boyle has told me more than once that in his mind, protecting his people and building a country are his most important things. I just don't believe it, and I never believe it!"

Tears flowed down from Deirdre's eyes again, and she said to Todd: "In the arena, when you protected me at all costs, I naively thought that Boyle in the past was hiding his heart, but in fact he loved me...It turns out that everything is my wishful thinking!"

Faced with the woman's tears, Todd, who had a headache, had no choice but to comfort him.

Rachel picked up the broken crystal on the ground, and found that the shell of Boyle's soul embers had been cracked, exposing the inner core.

Putting his hand on it, a memory hidden deep in Boyle's heart appeared in front of Rachel.

On the top of a high mountain, a young man and woman looked at the beautiful scenery in front of them, and they couldn't help but admire.

The man said to the woman: "On the day we get married, I will take the land in front of me as my gift to you."

"I don't need any land...I just want us to be together."

The young man shook his head: "As a man, I want to marry the most beautiful bride in the world. If I don't have a decent gift, I will be ridiculed by people! Remember, this is my promise to you!"

The woman looked at each other and nodded slightly.

They clasped their fingers together and looked at each other speechlessly.

The memory slowly faded.

Rachel put down the crystal in her hand and was silent for a long time.

She looked back at Deirdre who was crying not far behind her eyes, then at Todd who was busy comforting her, slowly closed her eyes, and said a word softly.

"Feel sorry……"

Clasping his palms together forcefully, the embers of soul in Rachel's hands were crushed into stars, which fell to the ground.