Chapter 194: The Indestructible Mount

"Now is no longer the era of demon-hunting knights," sneered a member of the blood clan. "See for yourselves. Even demon hunters, your human demon-hunting knights, only dare to move about in secret under the cover of night, fleeing the scene immediately after fulfilling their duties.

In the distant past, demon-hunting knights would parade the corpses of our ancestors through the city, proclaiming their martial prowess and achievements to all humans. They wouldn't act so discreetly."

"Times have changed."

"The glory of the demon-hunting knights has faded, and it was your own human race that sealed its demise."

"Speaking of which, your human race is truly laughable!"

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Engaged in combat with six Golden-ranked paladins were eight dark race members, precisely four blood clan members and four werewolves. They taunted each other, engaging in a verbal duel. During battle, words can also be a very effective form of attack.

The six paladins and eight Golden-ranked dark creatures exchanged blows back and forth, turning the villa and estate buildings, whose roofs had been torn off, into ruins in an instant due to the aftermath of their fight.

Supporting the bravery of these six paladins were the numerous priests behind them.

Golden-ranked priests, with one or even two focusing on a single paladin, cast spells as if they cost nothing. They not only enhanced the paladins with augmenting spells but also launched attack spells to disrupt the blood clan and werewolves' assaults, occasionally healing the paladins.

This battle frustrated the eight werewolves and blood clan members, especially the four hot-tempered werewolves, who roared continuously, with one even entering a berserk state. Its already massive werewolf physique swelled further, becoming even more ferocious.

"Aren't you afraid of attracting the demon-hunting knight by being so reckless?" challenged a paladin, piercing a Golden-ranked werewolf with a spear and creating a bloody hole.

"Draw him out? I'd be happy to! Why would I be afraid?" The werewolf, unconcerned about the bloody hole in its body, relied on its Golden physique and racial bloodline enhancements to heal the wound visibly. What truly bothered it was the holy light clinging to the wound.

"Idiot!" Hearing the werewolf's words, a vampire who had shed his grey robe for a battle gown resembling a suit couldn't help but mutter under his breath. The werewolf's words had inadvertently exposed their purpose.

"You're bait!" Realizing the significance of the werewolf's words and the blood clan's reaction, a priest frowned, feeling a chill in his heart. Only a higher-ranking existence within their races would willingly use eight Golden-level dark creatures as bait.

Marquis-level blood clan members and high-ranking werewolves! If such beings truly descended upon Variante, even the red-robed archbishops stationed in the temples could only barely resist with the temple's divine formations, requiring assistance from temples throughout the Bayleaf Duchy to gather a group of archbishops to drive them away.

The demon-hunting knight in the city, appearing to possess only Golden-level strength and far from reaching the average peak Soul Intent strength of knights from the demon-hunting era, seemed to be in no real danger. After all, the Dawn Church had summoned a golden dragon to stand guard.

"What if I said it out loud?" The werewolf, not caring about the knight's sword in its belly, turned to the vampire and bared its white fangs.

"Do you think the demon-hunting knight is some effeminate weakling like you?" The werewolf looked at the blood clan member who had just insulted it, its disdain and disgust for the vampire's slender, almost feminine figure and face, which could make women jealous, were unabashed.

"Nonsensical black-furred mongrel!" The androgynous vampire, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty red glow, tilted his seemingly decorative sword as if to strike the werewolf.

Hearing the insult, all werewolves turned their gaze, glaring at the blood clan member with bare fangs and undisguised murderous intent.

Seeing the blood clan and werewolves about to clash, the six entangled paladins tactfully retreated, leaving the two dark races to confront each other amid rising tensions.

"Neigh!" Just then, the cry of a warhorse echoed through the city now completely enveloped by night.

"That sound!" At the horse's cry, the six paladins and more than a dozen priests showed a mix of joy and concern. They had heard this sound the previous night above the ruins of Marquis Mendoza's castle.

"Clatter, clatter, clatter..." The sound of iron hooves followed, and behind a blood clan member, space was torn open, revealing a knight in crimson gold armor riding a steel warhorse, also clad in gold armor, bursting forth with flames of red fire.

Revealed in the night sky, the knight wielded a golden flaming greatsword, launching a fiery sword aura at the four blood clan members in front of him.

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!" At the sound of the horse's hooves, the four blood clan members instantly transformed into blood mists without hesitation. They had no intention of testing whether the demon-hunting knight was as terrifying as the legends suggested.

The dismembered remains of a Soul Intent-level demon at the ruins of Marquis Mendoza's castle spoke volumes.

Thus, at the moment the demon-hunting knight swung his sword, the four blood clan members used their bat transformation skill, turning into blood mists and then into bats, scattering in an attempt to evade the knight's sudden strike.

"Demon-hunting knight! Roar!" Seeing the knight on the golden warhorse suddenly appear, the berserk werewolf let out an excited roar and charged at the mounted knight, "I'll tear you apart."

"Squeak..." Under the demon-hunting knight's swing, a small portion of the mid-ranking blood clan members turned bats, attempting to flee, were swept by the sword aura, turned into blood mist, and then incinerated by the fiery sword aura.

After decimating a portion of the bat swarm, the sword aura continued unabated, landing on the now-ruined estate and leaving a fiery sword mark on the cratered ground.

The bat swarm, screeching, then landed nearby, transforming back into four somewhat disheveled blood clan figures. Their previous elegance was gone, their tattered robes and pale faces looking extremely ragged.

"Daring to show up."

"It's time to inform Marquis Andrei to take action."

"Wait, did you notice how he just appeared?"

"Through spatial traversal."

"He hasn't ascended to legendary status and isn't a mage, so where does this ability come from?"

"It's his mount's ability. I've read descriptions in ancient texts; every demon-hunting knight possesses an immortal mount. That warhorse beneath him might have existed since the ancient demon-hunting era. I've seen related paintings."

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