Chapter 808: Chapter 35: Upheaval in the Royal Capital (3)
Shadow Mist City, White Stone District.
Supibia’s White Stone District was named as an industrial area due to white stone processing in the distant past. After the massive factory demolitions following the industrial transfer around 100 years ago, new buildings were erected in the vacant space, turning it into the most trendy area of the capital. However, the White Stone District in Shadow Mist City is a barren mountain devoid of civilization, where grayish-white stones and bones form heaps that surround the Saint Giles Bell Tower of the district.
“Knight Alandia, I can’t establish contact with the capital! Your subordinates also seem to be lost from us… What should we do now?”
Alandia and Orianna were running along the mountain path, and the moment they entered Shadow Mist City, they were surrounded by countless beastly apparitions, but the Dawn Knight cleared away all evil spirits with a single swing of his sword. Orianna tightly gripped the hilt of her Holy Sword, feeling very anxious. She knew she didn’t have to worry about her safety beside the Dawn Knight, yet she was concerned about her other colleagues and the citizens.
“The commander will head to the palace to protect it, and Knight Sara will be responsible for reestablishing contact…” the Dawn Knight pondered for a moment before making a decision, “Please go support the palace; I will rush over after rebooting the barrier.”
“Yes! But…” Orianna hesitated, “We need to coordinate on both the exterior and interior sides…”
“Outside, Knight Yuliy will break through in this direction.”
“How do you know?” Orianna asked blankly. Clearly, neither side could make contact, yet the Dawn Knight spoke with such confidence.
“Because Mr. Gongsun remembers my patrol routes.”
Orianna understood that Gongsun Ce was right beside Yuliy, and he would certainly provide his suggestions. But these two people had never had any prior communication, and no one could foresee such a sudden situation occurring. How could they believe each other would make the same decision, and how could they implement each other’s thought processes?
This must be the tacit understanding that only smart people like them possess; at least Orianna couldn’t figure it out. “I’ll set off right away!” she responded hastily and turned with her sword, ready to head to the palace as per the Dawn Knight’s orders, unaware of a gray shadow hiding among the rocky terrain.
“…”
The cloaked figure quietly lay in ambush, not even taking a single breath, just waiting for the right moment to strike. After the hurried conversation, the two knights parted ways, with the Dawn Knight rushing towards the bell tower as quickly as light, and the Seventh Knight nervously ran holding her sword…
Keep waiting. The Seventh Knight slew several beasts. Keep waiting. The Seventh Knight found a warhorse that had become separated from its original owner, and she mounted it… Now’s the time!
The cloaked figure floated down from the mountaintop like a tattered piece of cloth, seamlessly blending into the mist, moving with ethereal speed as swift as lightning. Thrilled to have found a means of transportation, Orianna didn’t notice death descending from the sky. A pair of short daggers emerged from the cloak, the venomous thrust aimed straight at the Seventh Knight’s head!
Using the Impermanence Skill and Heart Phase Weapon to obscure actions, relying on well-honed assassination skills to determine the outcome. This was a flawless strike, which Orianna hadn’t detected at all. The cloaked figure’s blade was too fast; her head would roll off her neck in a few seconds, only then would the Seventh Knight realize she was already dead.
This strike shouldn’t have any reason to fail, yet what sounded in reality was the clanging of metal. A pure white great sword suddenly shot out, knocking the assassin’s daggers into the sky!
“——!”
Orianna turned around in astonishment, seeing the Dawn Knight somehow had appeared behind her, and an unknown figure in a cloak was half-kneeling on the mountain path. Only now did the delayed murderous intent set in, her cold sweat soaked her clothes, and she realized she had escaped a catastrophe.
“Continue the mission, Knight Orianna.”
“Yes, yes!”
Orianna hurriedly spurred her horse, galloping madly, as the power of the Bright Flower Armor activated, making the horse’s speed surpass even the fastest racing cars. The cloaked figure slowly stood up, his voice deep, his tone teasing: “Surprising, the dignified Dawn Knight also plays fishing tricks?”
“You are very skilled at stealth, I had no choice but to resort to this.” Alandia raised her sword, “That night Mr. Gongsun first arrived at the capital, it should have been you.”
“One should speak with evidence, right, great detective?” the cloaked figure chuckled low, “But you’re right, it was indeed me…”
Suddenly his cloak exploded open. In that moment, the Dawn Knight unleashed several sword strikes, he could only dodge hurriedly, unable to protect his weapon.
In the flurry of cloth scraps, the appearance of the assassin was revealed: He was tall and slender, wearing tight gray clothing, with a clown mask displaying a crying face concealing his identity. Deep red lines spread across his attire like bloodstains. The assassin drew two new daggers from behind his waist, their bright blades reflecting the clown’s pitiful crying.
“Greetings to the famous detective of Supibia, from the Dust Sect!”
The assassin laughed loudly, fully unleashing the power bestowed upon him. A stench of foul blood extended from behind him, transforming into a filthy, bloodstained alley. A thin ghostly figure stood deep in the dark alley, holding a butcher knife, bearing a gloomy face.
“Directing the Creation Realm. His heart’s shadow·Slaughter Cain!”
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In Shadow Mist City, corresponding to the location of the Blue Church area, Necromancer Lorinless grasped his staff, standing alone in front of the mutated museum. A sweet greeting echoed from the space ahead, the voice was contrived and indistinguishable as male or female.
“Greetings to the museum’s Necromancer, from the Dust Sect.”
Lorinless frowned and asked, “Who are you?”
The enemy’s real form was as bizarre as his voice. Standing before the elderly man was an actor wearing a full-face masquerade mask, donning a scarlet robe with fake black fingernails on each finger, both eerie and extravagant, resembling a blood-soaked dancer during a carnival.