I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 481 - 339: The Appreciation of the Knights of the Round Table
Chapter 481: Chapter 339: The Appreciation of the Knights of the Round Table
The dull, heavy thuds, intense and tight-knit, finally ceased after nearly two minutes.
Centered on the battlefield where the Pale Knight and the lean, long shadow had clashed, a radius of nearly a hundred meters around it was radiated with countless spiderweb-like cracks spreading across the ground. Pebbles and dust, aggregated by the high-frequency tremors, formed circles upon circles when viewed from high above, as if it was a work of the gods.
The Incarnation of Rothfuss lay collapsed on the ground, its human shape no longer discernible, as if it had been pummeled into a puddle of soft, rotten black sludge.
The pale monstrous serpent weaved and meandered, biting onto its neck and lifting it up.
The “Shadow Coffin” that had been on its body was already shattered and melted away, dropping like droplets of black shadows. Its head hung limply, seemingly fallen into a coma.
Chen Lun looked at it and could not help but feel a pang of emotion.
This was the first time he had revealed his strongest combat state… the fusion of ten new supernatural creature attributes, wearing the Balag Armor constructed from his subconscious, coupled with a concomitant monstrous serpent he had created through the “Pale Hand.”
Before this, he had always been unclear about how strong this version of himself could be and had been full of anticipation…
Now he understood.
Even the Incarnation of the Saint struggled to contend with the “Pale Knight.”
‘Although this guy gives me the impression that he’s a bit weaker than Terence’s Light avatar, he truly is an Incarnation of a Sequence Four Saint…’ Chen Lun thought.
At this moment, the Incarnation of the Saint slowly lifted its head, showing a shattered visage. White eyes with pupils emerged, focusing gradually, and then looked up at the tall knight before it.
“Very good… Qiaoke, I’ll remember you,” Rothfuss said in a calm tone.
It was as if he had suppressed the emotions of anger and humiliation that mere mortals possess, and the cold look in his eyes seemed to foreshadow a vengeance to be inflicted someday.
“You won’t remember me, Your Majesty, as once an Incarnation of the Saint falls, it cannot pass information back to its True God,” Chen Lun replied indifferently.
Rothfuss coughed up a mouthful of black blood and replied with a hoarse laugh:
“It seems you have a certain understanding of high-sequence abilities, but you are wrong… When this Incarnation of mine is destroyed, not only will my True God immediately be informed, but the entire Rothfuss Family will loathe your existence, and you, will face an endless pursuit until your body and soul are annihilated.”
Just at that moment,
a spirited female voice came:
“Enough, Rothfuss. Put away that childish stubbornness of yours. Such threats only serve to make you more laughable.”
Rothfuss slowly turned to look toward the source of the voice, his eyes showing a hint of loathing, before closing them shortly after.
It seemed he had no desire to see the other party.
Chen Lun also turned to look at the newcomers, a man and a woman with faceless servants following them.
Both were dressed in retro-style Knight’s Armor, similar in design and patterns, the only difference being the woman’s shoulders and waist adorned with a ring of black lace ruffles, while the man had a black cape hanging behind him.
Neither wore a helmet, and both had faint smiles on their faces.
The woman who had spoken walked forward, looking up at the towering Pale Knight with astonishment in her eyes before speaking:
“Is that really a Sequence Six Transcendent? Even Rothfuss’s Incarnation has been smashed head-on, unbelievable… I think we’ve come in vain, this fellow’s battle didn’t need our intervention at all.”
“You’re quite something, Qiaoke… or should I call you Jack?” the man next to the woman said, his face showing generous admiration.
Chen Lun recognized their identities and felt it somewhat disrespectful to look down on two high-sequence warriors, so he gradually shrank his size back to normal.
He shed his Pale Armor, returning to his black suit attire.
“Lords of the Round Table Knights.”
Chen Lun removed his hat, bowing politely.
The man gestured for him not to be so formal and continued with a smile:
“You can call me Mulenga, and this is Peggy, the only female knight of the Round Table Knights.”
Peggy, who seemed quite familiar, patted Chen Lun on the shoulder and pointed to Rothfuss, who was still clutched in the serpent’s jaws.
“When the Round Table Knights received the message, the Knight Commander immediately ordered Mulenga and me to come to your aid… We initially thought it was just small-time trouble on the level of the Black Knife Assassins, but it turned out to be such a big fish in the end.”
Peggy exclaimed in amazement.
“What’s more surprising to me is that you don’t even care for the Incarnation of the Saint, and you beat him into a cripple even before we arrived… Hahaha, poor Rothfuss, if your grandfather knew what you look like now, he would certainly be very disappointed in you?” she said, turning to address the lean, long shadow.
But Rothfuss still kept his eyelids tightly closed, unwilling to engage.
“Apart from the Sun, the high-sequence beings of the other nine pathways all place great value on their Incarnations… for each Incarnation requires a tremendous price to be paid,” Mulenga explained to Chen Lun.
“You have achieved a great feat this time, reducing the number of freely roaming Incarnations of the Rothfuss Family by one.”
His unabashed praise made Peggy laugh cheerfully beside him.
“It’s rare for Mulenga to compliment someone like this. No wonder the Knight Commander has always favored you…” Peggy examined the young man in the black hat, her eyes shining even more brightly as if she was very satisfied with his appearance.
“How about a fling with me? Though this is just one of my Incarnations, you might not be able to handle the Saint’s True God, but this would be just right…” she said.
Chen Lun was momentarily stunned.
“Peggy, business first,” Mulenga glanced at her, speaking in a mild tone.
“I know, you unromantic old fool, no wonder no one wants to be with you,” Peggy muttered under her breath, then with a wave of her hand,
Buzz—
a black beam of light emitted from the lean, long shadow held by the serpent, landing in Peggy’s palm.
It was a strange, pitch-black finger.
“Everyone from the ‘Sequence Four – Darkside’, such tricks are useless no matter how well hidden…”
Peggy shook her head and glanced mockingly at the dying Homer before turning to Chen Lun to explain,
“The threat they made to you earlier wasn’t a lie. Indeed, the avatar of a regular Saint cannot send back information upon its fall… However, a Conspiracy Saint can use this kind of ‘attached finger,’ hiding it on the target, recording information, and sharing it.”
As She spoke, She crushed the severed finger in Her palm.
Seeing this, Homer, no longer silent, lifted his eyelids and said,
“Victory will eventually belong to the Black Knife Brotherhood. When the Twin Stars, Your Majesty, break free, it will be the time of your downfall…”
He snorted coldly and chose to self-destruct.
Boom!
The slender shadow burst on the spot, dissipating into a small “black rain.”
At the same time, Chen Lun also received the corresponding killing rewards.
Although the opponent committed suicide, it seemed the panel’s judgment mechanism depended on the proportion of damage dealt… He had previously beaten Homer’s avatar to the brink, so the rewards were still credited to him.
[Killed a high-ranking member of the Black Knife Brotherhood, Homer Rothfuss (avatar)! Gained 120000 Experience Points, 3 Special Attribute Points, 1 Blessing Point, and 5 points of local fame!]
Chen Lun was pleased to see the notification.
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More Special Attribute Points and Blessing Points as a reward!
Although the total was less than when he had initially killed Terence’s Light Avatar, it completely matched the high profit of killing an enemy beyond his level.
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Mulenga and Peggy, two of the Round Table Knights, did not seem surprised by Homer’s self-destruction.
They just looked indifferently at the scene until a black crystal materialized from the ground, which Peggy picked up and handed to Chen Lun.
“This is the Mysterious Substance of a high Sequence Conspiracy Faction, the remains of Homer’s avatar. It’s part of your spoils of war…”
Besides this, Peggy also took out a square metal piece from her own body, engraved with a string of currants and a short knife.
“This is my Token. You can find me when in danger… Of course, with your strength, you’re unlikely to have problems unless you face a high-ranking being directly.”
Peggy grinned.
“So, when you’re free, you can also come to me, and we’ll have some fun.”
Chen Lun, of course, knew what she meant, but he kept a respectful distance from this Round Table Knight.
After accepting the Mysterious Substance and the Token, he expressed his thanks respectfully.
Afterward.
Chen Lun asked the two Round Table Knights about some internal matters of the Mutual Aid Society, intending to use the topic to segue into sharing information about the Twilight Tea Party.
Unexpectedly, Mulenga and Peggy told Chen Lun some rather secretive information.
It turned out that the biggest difference between the Black Knife Brotherhood and the Murder Club was the deities they worshiped, which were enemies of each other.
The upper echelons of the Black Knife Brotherhood belonged to the Rothfuss Family, a family said to have a long history, even traceable back to The Fourth Era… They claimed to be the very first family to worship “Death,” the old man of bones.
The old man of bones had many titles and names; one of them was “Bankroth,” so the family zealously changed their surname to “Rothfuss.”
After many years, in The Fifth Era, that is after the establishment of the Tresor Empire, the old man of bones suddenly stopped responding to his Believers one day… It was rumored that he had suddenly fallen for unknown reasons.
From His remains, two new Angels were said to be born, known as the “Death Twin Stars.”
Because the True God they worshiped had fallen, the Rothfuss Family gradually declined, sinking into a long period of low ebb. But as the Twin Stars appeared, they saw new hope… Therefore, the Twin Stars became their new deities to worship.
However, the King of Slaughter, who the Murder Club worshiped, had an irreconcilable grudge against the Death Twin Stars… This led to both sides being destined to be mortal enemies.
Chen Lun was quite surprised to hear this secret information.
‘A True God has fallen… The old man of bones has long ceased to exist?’
At the same time, he understood why there was such a huge contradiction between the Black Knife Brotherhood and the Murder Club… The fires of war between deities often continue to spread below.
He collected his thoughts and then asked Mulenga and Peggy a seemingly foolish question.
Chen Lun always found it puzzling why high-rankers preferred to use avatars.
After hearing this question, Mulenga and Peggy found it amusing and shook their heads, then explained to him.
“Creating an avatar is a Mythical Power only high-rankers can grasp, distinct from the unique abilities of the mid and Low Sequence… And this is why high-rankers are so difficult to genuinely kill.”
Peggy said.
“Just like the Round Table Knights, including the Knight Commander, there are a total of eleven members… Where everyone’s true body lies is unknown to each other, and all who walk in the present world are incarnations.”
Chen Lun suddenly understood.
He was happy to have gained another piece of secret information.
Finally, Chen Lun took a deep breath and said to the two high-ranking members of the Murder Club,
“Esteemed Knight Commanders of the Round Table, I have important information to report…”
“Hmm?”
Mulenga and Peggy looked puzzled.
Chen Lun continued,
“Behind the Black Knife Brotherhood, there might be support from a third party, helping them to contend for the vacant seat in the Righteous God Church…”
The faces of the two Round Table Knights immediately grew solemn.
Mulenga asked in a deep voice,
“Do you know which power it is?”
“Twilight Tea Party!”
Chen Lun simply uttered the words.
