The Blood Knight’s Villains - Chapter 283

My Villains Chapter 283

53. The Midnight Sun (2)

In the Dark World as a game, Sete Niora Monastery corresponds to the fifth chapter. And the boss of the fifth chapter was the ‘herald of the dark world’.

Of course, it cannot be guaranteed that this fact will be applied in real life. There were not one or two twisted parts in the scenario so far, so the events at the Seteniora Monastery were also unpredictable.

If you think about it, the boss of Chapter 5, ‘The Herald of the Dark World’, is someone you should have met once.

The original scenario was that Robber Baron Albiane, who had fled from South Harbor, occupied Longville with his men, and Baron Malorie, who had fled to a mountain lodge, regained Longville with the help of the player. At this time, the scene where the messenger of the dark world appears for the first time appears with a cutscene just before killing Albianne and turns him into a grotesque monster.

But in reality, some things have changed because of me.

First of all, robber baron Albiane couldn’t escape from South Harbor. During the battle at the castle gate, I cut his head myself, which earned me the nickname ‘The Beheader’.

Albiane had already died, so there was no occupation of Longville. Neither did Baroness Dionea become a corpse after being gang-raped and hung at the castle gate, nor did Baron Mallory gnashing his teeth at the shame of having his wife stolen from him and seeking revenge.

The target the messenger of the dark world approached also changed. Instead of appearing in Longville, which was occupied by bandits, and turning Albiane into a monster, he corrupts Queen Anupad, Ramashda, somewhere in Graduil Mountain, and then disappears.

The corrupted Ramashda poured out the evil god Ushtu’s followers from the split stomach and finally summoned the dark knight ‘Achillem Nur’.

Up to this point, the variation of the scenario is enough to break my head, but in the fourth chapter, Raven’s Cliff, the whole story is twisted.

Saits, who was nothing more than a petty thief, borrowed power from the dark knight Achillem Nur by sacrificing a forbidden book he stole from La Palais Palace, and took possession of Raven’s Cliff and the Throne of Dreams based on this.

The chapter boss, the vampire lord ‘Tenbierma’, lost his power and ran away, but met him at the tavern in Oressa and died in vain.

As I reflect on the series of events, the words of the trickster I met in a dream a few days ago come to mind.

-Can you make wise decisions like this time, even in the midst of events that are completely different from what you know?

Events completely different from those I knew unfolded… It was a kind of prophecy that the story that would begin in Setenio La Monastery would be completely different from the scenario in the game.

I had no choice but to agree with the prophecy as a person who has personally made numerous changes so far.

But just because you can’t predict the future doesn’t mean you can suck your fingers. No, I don’t know the future, so I have to roll my head even more.

With that thought in mind, I tried to simulate it for several days, but it never occurred to me that I could fall into a crisis.

This confidence came from trustworthy colleagues, mercenaries who became stronger day by day, and my character sheet.

Name: B Level: 31

Class: Blood Knight

Stats: Remaining bonus – 0

Strength – 32 (68) Agility – 30 (60) Health – 31 (64) Magic – 27 (51) Skill:

Blood Blade 7pt Loot 5pt

Blood Whip 2pt

Blood Shield 3pt Red Grip 2pt Flowing Blood 6pt Hot Blood 5pt Boiling Blood lpt

Legendary Lineage 3pt

Thirst 5pt Bloodthirst 2pt Blood Blast 2pt

Chapter 5 The proper level for clearing is 32.

My current level is 31, which is less than the proper level, but I’m not worried. Thanks to receiving so many free bonuses, my actual specs, including stats and skills, were the same as those of the early 40s.

Thanks to this power that served as a support in my heart, I was confident that I would not panic even if something unexpected happened, as Trickster said.

So that’s not to say.

The day has changed, but the momentum of the blizzard is still there. no, it got worse.

Guuuuuu –

the snowy wind roared loudly as it ran through the canyon. The strange sound of the wind, as if a gigantic trumpet were crying, filled the heavens and the earth.

It was a situation where I couldn’t even look properly, but I couldn’t just sit around in the campsite.

After breakfast, I waited for about two hours, but the momentum of the blizzard was unstoppable and I finally made up my mind.

“I can’t help it. Let’s go.”

A half-day walk along the road was the Sete Niora Monastery. The mercenaries were also unaware of this, so they hurriedly prepared to set out on the road, such as turning off the bonfire and fixing their clothes, while grumbling with their mouths.

Grabbing the reins of the spotted horse, he took the lead, but the cart did not roll very well because of the accumulated snow. In the end, I had to move forward, almost pulling a cart.

Heila’s favorite horse, Altonise, did not give in to the fierce blizzard like a famous horse from Ireland. The wounded were loaded and the saddle was full of luggage, but it was as easy as walking up a snow-covered hillside barefoot.

Anyway, thanks to the horses somehow doing their part, the companions and mercenaries were able to travel relatively easily. Of course, it was not that easy to walk through the snow while carrying a backpack and armed with armor and weapons.

In response, Yukson and several newcomers, including Mittelman, complained about their hardships and grumbled, and the ponytail Fritz looked back and fired at them.

“Are these X-Arm mercenaries whining like children over this? From now on, I’m going to pull out all the teeth that open my mouth, so shut up and just walk!”

Frightened by his threat, the newcomers kept their mouths shut.

How many hours did they walk, trapped in the thick snow and strong wind? The uphill was finally over.

“Is that the Seteniora Monastery?”

Beyond the blizzard, the cliff that jutted out on one side of the mountainside and the structure perched on it came into my vision, albeit in a blur.

I didn’t know if it was because of the snow or not, but I narrowed my eyes slightly while examining the white exterior walls and the roof with clay tiles.

“It doesn’t look like a monastery, it looks like a castle.”

“Because a castle is essential to settling down in a remote area like this.”

It was Heila, clad in a thick satin cloak, who answered my self-talk. She brushed off the hood of her cloak and blinked.

“Unlike other monasteries, Seteniora makes wine not from grapes, but from rowan berries.”

“A rowan berry?”

“huh. It’s good for the body, and the taste is very unusual.”

Eyes like black pearls shone brightly in the blizzard. A smile came out of the anticipation contained there.

Just as he was about to say something, Ute Kwai, who was watching the monastery with a sunshade on his side, suddenly opened his mouth.

“It smokes.”

” performance?”

“right. Look.”

Hearing that, I looked up at the monastery again. Indeed, just as Utekwai had said, a couple of black smoke rose from inside the monastery and was blown away by the wind.

“…Oh shit. What happened?”

There was no one here who could answer that murmur. I hurriedly moved my steps and entered the jando at the top of the cliff.

After walking through the blizzard and the dizzying road, the Seteniora Monastery came into full view.

The monastery seen up close was as large a structure as the Raven’s Cliff Castle seen earlier.

The white outer walls had several narrow windows for shooting arrows through, and four or five low, fat towers with conical roofs rose here and there. Thanks to this, at first glance, it looked like an ordinary fortress or fortress.

However, there was a ringed cross hanging above the entrance, and to the left and right of it, colorful icons were engraved in mosaic style. Even at a glance, it boasted the grandeur of a sacred site befitting the Gwangmyeong Bridge…

“…what the hell happened?”

The Monastery of Seteniora was completely wrecked, as if it had been in a battle.

The white outer walls were charred at the bottom, most of the roofs were covered with clay tiles, and one of the fat towers was slightly tilted.

The thick door, made of black wood with an iron plate, had been split in half, with one piece lying on the floor and the other leaning against the entrance.

Just when I was perplexed by the unexpected scenery, I heard a shout from the tower attached to the left of the entrance.

“Who are you guys! I ask in the name of the Lord, reveal your identity!” A loud roar. It was the voice of a middle-aged man.

I looked up at the tower, but because of the heavy snowstorm, I could only see a few silhouettes, but no faces. However, the momentum in his voice made it possible to guess that the owner was not an ordinary author.

I took a few steps forward, passing the speckled reins to the convere.

“This is Phoenix, the seventh knight of Prince Ulkar, and his companions!”

“Phoenix? Are you saying that you are the immortal knight Sir Phoenix?”

“…an immortal knight? That’s a nickname I’ve never heard before…

I paused, then raised my voice again, scratching my eyebrows.

“Well, that’s probably right! And it is also called that bloody swordsman or the red knight of the silver prince-”

My face naturally heats up as I speak. I don’t know who came up with it, but all of them are cheesy nicknames.

After muttering to himself for a moment, the man on top of the tower took a step forward. A clean-looking face with a well-groomed beard looked down at me.

“Wait a minute!”

After a while, the clutter that was blocking the entrance to the monastery began to be removed one by one with a crackling sound. I had to wait a long time for the entrance to open completely because I had piled up all sorts of items so neatly.

Finally, a water cart with a giant spear on the outermost side escaped, and a middle-aged man in white armor appeared with soldiers.

The middle-aged man, wearing a helmet with a snout, turned around at the party and stared at me.

“May the protection of light be with you.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“…Are you really Lord Phoenix?”

“Yes, I am Phoenix.”

I nodded cheerfully, but the middle-aged man expressed his doubts with a narrowed brow.

“You look young. I thought he must have been at least thirty.”

“I will take it as a compliment.”

The middle-aged man looked into my eyes with his mouth shut. I felt divine power in his light green eyes.

“…I am Kabar. The church has been tasked with protecting this place.”

“You were indeed a knight of the cathedral. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too. And if you really are Lord Phoenix, then you should be grateful.”

“yes? thanks?”

“I heard that you took care of Sir Archibald.”

Sir Archibald. Are you referring to Sir Archibald, the ‘Pure White Knight’ who was one of Starmaker Soleva’s slaves?

“I trained with him in the Boy Knights for 13 years. I express my gratitude on behalf of all the knights of the cathedral.”

“No Sir. I did the right thing.”

“All the armaments of the cathedral knights are precious and expensive. Not having a bad heart in front of such a noble is a rare modesty in the world.”

Even as he complimented, his expression hardly changed.

The moment I was about to say something out of embarrassment. The middle-aged cathedral knight, Sir Kabar, turned away.

“Follow me. There is someone waiting for you.”

“yes’?”

I was a little taken aback when he told me to follow him without even asking what he was doing here.

“Are you the one waiting for me? Who is that?”

“The saint is coming.”

“Saint’?”

“exactly. Saint Abel. Didn’t you come to see him?”

As I nodded with a dumbfounded face, Lord Kabar moved his feet.

“He was aware of Sir’s visit in advance.”

“How-”

“There is not enough time. Please follow me first.”

Eventually, without knowing why, I followed him.