The expressions of all the mercenaries on the field changed!
"Cavalry!"
Beside Thales, Canon, who had been lying on the ground and listening, was the first to shout. His voice was filled with uncontrollable joy.
"A large number of cavalry, very close!"
Soon, even without Canon's reminder, Thales sensed something.
The gravel beneath his feet began to tremble.
The inexplicable vibration was getting closer and closer, coming from behind the sand dune above their heads.
Just like the waves.
The mercenaries and royal guards lowered their weapons when they realized what was about to happen.
Looking at the cluster of sparks, listening to the horn, and feeling the tremors on the ground, Ricky stopped what he was doing. The madness and bloodlust in his mind stopped for a moment.
That was …
"Wuuu —"
Thales narrowed his eyes amidst the light and the horn.
He felt something.
True enough.
Behind Ricky, a shadow suddenly appeared at the top of the dune below Sparks.
A white shadow.
A speeding white shadow.
And it was rapidly approaching the chaos under the sand dune!
"Wuuu —"
Amidst the sound of the horn, the speed at which the white figure approached was comparable to that of a soaring eagle. In just two seconds, it was right in front of him!
Hence, Thales quickly saw its appearance clearly.
It was a white horse.
A galloping white horse.
Pure white.
Flawless.
Graceful.
It moved its four hooves at an astonishing speed.
It was like a streak of ink-colored lightning.
However, its movements were unhurried and extremely elegant.
It was so loud that people even ignored the sound of hooves.
"Wuuu —"
The horn continued.
Everyone was stunned.
"That's …" Barney Junior stared at the white figure in a daze before Samel pushed him away.
Samel panted as he wiped off the blood on his face caused by the chains.
"It's him."
"If you don't want to die, don't move!"
Thales also looked at the white figure in surprise, but when he saw the figure on the horse, he immediately realized that it was a knight.
It was a knight with an equally elegant and calm posture, but his speed was so fast that he could not see his appearance clearly.
Soon, the sound of galloping hooves became clearer and slower.
Thales subconsciously raised his head.
He suddenly discovered that, at some point in time, under the dim light that gradually appeared in the east, countless black shadows had already appeared on the surrounding sand dunes, looking down from above.
Cavalry.
That's right, they were cavalry.
Countless cavalrymen.
His footsteps rumbled as he crossed the hill.
Just like the others, Thales turned his head to the left and right and stared at the top of his head in a daze. He watched as the cavaliers who suddenly appeared reined in their horses, and under the long but clear sound of the horn, they slowly urged their horses to descend the slope.
They closed in on the little patch of sand.
Like the waves of the sea over the reef.
It was unstoppable.
If Thales, who had been talking to the suzerains in Dragon Clouds City, still did not know what 'thousands of cavaliers' meant …
Then he understood now.
Several thousand cavalrymen.
This meant that no matter how wide your field of vision was, the moment you opened your eyes and raised your head, all you could see was this group of black cavalry.
There are no blanks.
This meant that no matter how good one's hearing was, when they advanced in unison, the only thing that filled one's ears was the sound of their hooves galloping.
No exceptions.
This meant that no matter how mature and calm one's mind was, when thousands of warhorses weighing hundreds of pounds came over with a weight that made one's heart palpitate, the only thing that could remind oneself was that one's heart was beating faster and faster uncontrollably, to the point where it was about to jump out of one's chest.
There was no … room to breathe.
Everyone was stunned.
Except for Zakriel.
As the person who was the least affected and the most focused, the Knight of Judgment stared at Ricky, who held Yodel hostage.
In the next second, he seized the opportunity when Yodel was absent-minded and suddenly moved. He appeared behind Ricky and strangled the latter's neck!
* Thud! *
Ricky was forced to let go of Yodel.
The battle began again!
The sound of the horn changed.
The cavaliers on the sand dune, whose faces could not be seen clearly, froze. They seemed to be hesitating about this strange battle.
Only the white silhouette that appeared first was still rushing down.
But under the sand dune, Ricky, who was threatened, roared in anger. His anger rose, and he activated his great strength. With a roll, he threw Zakriel to the ground.
"You're really annoying, Knight of Judgment."
Ricky picked up his longsword. His terrifying voice rose again, and it made many people tremble again.
But before Ricky could raise his sword, Yodel's figure and his strange gray shortsword appeared again. The blade pierced through Ricky's chest!
"Aaaahhh!"
Ricky roared shrilly. He turned around and swung his sword. Yodel shuddered and rolled to avoid the attack.
But he could not go any further.
Because in the next moment, the white figure that first appeared on the sand dune closed in on him. It went straight to the center of the battle between the three of them!
It was like a gust of wind that blew away a lot of sand.
Ricky only had time to dodge to the side and narrowly avoid the white horse's charge!
But Thales saw in surprise.
The white knight rose into the air and shook his arm!
In the next second, a long spear that was completely white and even shone with a faint light magically appeared in the knight's hand!
It swept through the air along with the white knight's movements.
* Thud! *
The white spear hit Ricky's chest.
With the momentum from the horse, Ricky flew out with a cry of pain. He landed on the sand slope behind him, and countless waves of sand were stirred up.
The white knight in the air also trembled because of the recoil!
But he easily adjusted his posture in the air. The long spear drew a trajectory on the sand, and he landed gracefully.
Thales was shocked.
He understood that this was an ally.
But in the next moment, the white knight suddenly turned around!
The tip of his spear turned like a snake and lashed at Yodel, who had just ambushed Ricky!
Thales tensed up. 'Whose side is he on?'
The Masked Protector nimbly parried the spear, and with a nimble but slightly pathetic roll, he avoided the attack.
But on the other side, Zakriel frowned deeply. He picked up Ricky's longsword and wanted to help Yodel out of the predicament.
But the white knight seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He withdrew his spear and turned around!
A shocking scene appeared.
With a crisp mechanical sound, the white spear, which originally had its rear hand acting as a lock and its front hand acting as an axis, magically changed its length. It retracted its front and thrust backwards, and the second tip of the spear protruded from its owner's rear hand.
It was only then that Thales realized that it was a double-headed spear.
'And it can … retract freely?'
In the blink of an eye, the white knight had already turned around. His front hand became his rear hand, and he thrust his spear at Zakriel!
The moment the spear and the sword were about to clash, the Knight of Judgment's expression changed.
He knew very well that a sword was at a huge disadvantage against a spear. He instinctively withdrew his sword, took three steps back, and barely avoided the white knight's thrust.
"Hmm?"
The white knight was slightly surprised. He seemed to be puzzled by Zakriel's perfect evasion of his confident strike.
At that moment, Ricky let out a shrill roar again, and it made everyone's hearts palpitate.
In the billowing sand, Ricky rose again and rushed back into the battlefield. He rushed towards Zakriel, who had yet to gain his footing!
The Knight of Judgment gritted his teeth slightly. But before he could react, a figure flashed in the air. Yodel appeared in Ricky's path and intercepted his knee.
* Whoosh — *
As the horn continued to sound, the battle between the three of them resumed.
Ricky's momentum was aggressive. He was incredibly angry after being toyed with repeatedly, and he wanted to kill Zakriel.
Yodel, who was hidden in the dark, moved back and forth. He dodged in a disheveled manner and tried his best to stop Ricky.
While Zakriel defended himself calmly, he tried to find a chance to counterattack and cut off the demon's head again.
But before Thales could react, the white knight moved again.
He dragged his spear behind him and strode across the sand at an astonishing speed. He charged into the battlefield between the three people!
At that moment, Thales felt his vision blur.
In the chaos, the white knight did not have any qualms. He thrust his spear left and right, and it flew swiftly. He struck the enraged Ricky repeatedly, forcing the latter to slow down.
At the same time Zakriel used the momentum to counterattack, the white knight thrust his spear forward and accurately intercepted the Knight of Judgment, causing him to return empty-handed.
Occasionally, the white spear would strike at a cold and baffling angle. When ripples appeared in the air, it forced Yodel, who had intended to launch a sneak attack, back into the shadows in a flustered manner.
The three of them were like three wolves fighting against each other, but before they could touch each other, they were interrupted by the strange spear in the middle.
Everyone, including Thales, stared at the chaotic battle in a daze.
'That white knight …
'He's …
'Fighting against three alone?'
The figure moved back and forth in the sand. Thales felt his eyes sting as he watched.
The white knight's body was incredibly agile. His feet were not his only fulcrum. He would occasionally move back and forth while the two ends of the spear tapped on the ground as an axis. Every single time, he would avoid danger.
Thales could not help but be reminded of the Flying Locust Blade.
And his two-headed white spear was like the most amazing weapon. It could extend and retract at will, and its length did not matter. It could move left and right, front and back. It could be used in any position and from any angle to deliver the fiercest and most precise attacks.
With his agile body and fierce attacks, the white knight swung his spear in the air with a whistling sound, and it brought with it an intimidating momentum …
He could even …
He did not need to defend.
He could force the enemy out of the threat zone.
Finally, after the chaotic battle lasted for nearly ten seconds, Zakriel seized the opportunity. He rushed forward, turned his longsword, and changed his target from Ricky to the white knight.
The new knight frowned. He moved his body and parried with his spear, but in the next second, he found himself in an awkward position.
He was separated from Yodel, and could only watch as Zakriel pounced on Ricky.
* Rip! *
The longsword cut into Ricky's shoulder blade.
"That's it?"
But Ricky raised his head swiftly, and with a fierce voice that had never been heard before, it made Zakriel frown and retreat!
This voice seemed to be very unique. Thales, who was standing a little further away, cried out in pain and knelt on the ground.
"Then you're finished."
With a ferocious expression, Ricky pulled out Everlasting Truth from his shoulder and rushed towards the unstable Knight of Judgment.
Yodel wanted to go forward, but he, too, swayed under the shrill voice.
But at this moment, when everyone was in a terrible state because of the roar, only the white knight moved.
He faced the incoming attack without being affected in the slightest. Like a white feather fluttering in the wind, he gracefully and calmly swept past Yodel.
Only the white knight's voice could be heard amid Ricky's terrifying voice.
"Quiet."
It was a cold, clear, and clear voice.
It was like a clear stream in an endless pool of filth.
It cleansed people's hearts.
It could not be questioned, refuted, or disobeyed.
Ricky, who was still angry just a moment ago, instantly fell silent, as if he could not control himself!
In the next second, the white spear lashed down like lightning!
It struck Ricky's shoulder!
* Thud! *
That dull thud seemed to have come from the bottom of his heart.
Ricky's longsword fell, and he knelt on the ground.
"Very good."
The white knight said softly, and then withdrew his spear.
Ricky did not stand up again. He shook his head, as if to wake himself up.
Soon, Ricky raised his head again and stared at the white knight before him in disbelief. The yellow light in his eyes slowly faded away, and the wounds on his face slowly healed.
"You."
Ricky mumbled.
Thales, who was slowly approaching, finally saw the white knight's appearance clearly.
The knight was of average height, and he was slender. He looked to be in his thirties.
He was dressed in a white riding uniform, neat and clean. He walked with an upright posture, and he had a natural imposing manner, as if he could not be shaken by the chaotic battle just now.
The only thing that stood out was …
The knight's left shoulder, where his pauldron should have been, was covered with a grayish-white, ugly, and huge … skull.
It added a murderous air to him.
The white knight seemed to have sensed Thales' gaze. He turned his head warily.
The moment he turned his head, the teenager felt as if he had used a blade to cut through the waves. The sharp mark he left behind was fleeting, but it was unforgettable.
Under the light of dawn, Thales was stunned.
Because …
Thales suddenly realized that the man who had descended from the white horse was really a little …
Too handsome.
He was so handsome that when his facial features turned to Thales, it was as if lightning had broken through the air. Even in broad daylight, he had the illusion of "dispelling the darkness".
His jet-black hair looked like the most ideal ink color for an oil painting. It complemented and highlighted his white traveling uniform.
His skin was fair, but in the desert that was filled with yellow sand, he exuded a rare, robust, and heroic air.
Below his left ear was an exquisite, sparkling silver earring. It was right above the ugly skull.
And his gaze …
Thales stared blankly. He only felt that the pair of faint amber eyes hid the most beautiful, but also the most lethal blade. It attracted every connoisseur, and at the same time, stabbed every person who was overly engrossed in it.
The white knight glanced at Thales and turned his head back.
It was only then that Thales realized that he had rudely stared at him for a few seconds without taking his eyes off him.
The handsome white knight no longer paid attention to Ricky. Instead, he turned to the other two.
Under his gaze, Yodel sheathed his Supreme Sword and quickly vanished into thin air.
"Smart," the white knight said coldly.
The battle stopped without a sound.
The empty space under the sand dune became quiet again.
The white knight withdrew his right hand, and the magical white spear shrank to the length of an elbow, as if it was a magic trick. He put it away behind his back.
He glanced at the mercenaries and Royal Guards behind him as if nothing had happened.
His expression was very indifferent, as if there was nothing there.
But it made the people behind him nervous.
The white knight did not say anything. He turned around and gestured at the sky.
* Rumble … *
The sound of hooves could be heard again. The cavaliers on the sand dune began to move again.
The mercenaries and Royal Guards raised their heads warily.
The cavaliers on the sand dune from all directions were getting closer. There were many of them, and there were already hundreds and thousands of them in sight. More cavaliers were still appearing from behind the sand dune, and they were slowly descending the slope.
Coupled with the size of the horses, they looked like black ants that covered the entire mountain from afar. They came from every direction in a black mass, and it was incredibly oppressive.
It was only then that Thales recognized them.
The cavaliers in the front row all raised their bows and aimed at the crowd under the sand dune with hostility. It was as if they were going to fire ten thousand arrows at once with just one command.
This made the people under the sand dune even more nervous.
"Hey —" Barney Junior was about to speak when he saw hope, but he was held back by Samel, who was behind him.
"Don't speak carelessly," Samel said in a low voice. At the same time, he swept his gaze over his former colleagues with a warning gaze. He gestured at the white knight with his chin.
"That bastard doesn't like people interrupting when he's doing things."
Under the nervous and wary gazes of the crowd, the handsome white knight walked to Zakriel. He lowered his head and looked at the warrior, who had a bloody nose, a swollen face, and wounds all over his body. He looked incredibly pathetic, but he still continued to fight.
The handsome man's voice was cold and hollow. There was an inexplicable power in it, and it was like a cold current in the silent air.
"I recognize your brand."
The man raised his head. Like an eagle, he accurately captured the figures of Barney Junior and the others in the crowd.
"And all of you."
The expressions of the Royal Guards darkened at the same time.
Zakriel also stared at the white knight in front of him. He narrowed his eyes, as if he remembered something.
"Ah, I recognize you too." A few seconds later, the Knight of Judgment smiled.
"Young man." Zakriel sighed.
"You are this generation's prison guard."
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