Pale-faced but clearly once a very handsome man, the death knight stood out from the immortal vampire breed. His pallor was like icy frost, exuding a chilling aura. The ground beneath his feet froze visibly, rapidly coated in layers of white frost.
The terror of death knights stems from their ability to wield ice powers capable of freezing any living being. They manipulate the blood in living bodies like demons from hell—a natural talent, an inherent power!
"The First Sacred Coffin Knight?" Felix's hands clenched tightly around Mammon’s Redemption as he involuntarily took a step back, a bitter smile on his lips. His aim was only to scare the middle-aged nun, to dissuade her from venturing deeper into the Burial Ground of Bones. He hadn't anticipated his morbid predictions coming true!
"No... the first death knight." Reinhardt's gaze shifted to Felix, his eyes flickering with a curious blue light as he sized him up. "An interesting little fellow. In you, I see the shadows of two old friends." The death knight revealed a sinister smile, raising his sword and pointing it at Felix with a hoarse voice, "The Night Watcher actually gave you her emblem? How fascinating."
"Emblem?" Felix unconsciously touched his chest, where Lady Ireland's Madonna was, the Saint Elouan mark.
The death knight shook his head, muttering a spell. The words felt eerily familiar to Felix. A crimson light shot from the sword tip, invading Felix's body. "That's just a seal. The Night Watcher’s emblem is in the depths of the soul."
Felix was enveloped by the red light, feeling a mix of shock and fear. He lost control over his body, feeling his blood slowly stop flowing, gradually solidifying in his veins like frozen ice.
"Eh?" The blue light in the death knight's eyes suddenly intensified. He withdrew his ice blade, staring at Felix with an expression of utter astonishment.
Death knights are masters of soul manipulation, even more adept than necromancers at interpreting souls. What surprised him was the fog swirling in the depths of Felix's soul, blocking and consuming any force attempting to read his memories.
"You? The Forgotten One!" The blue light in the death knight's eyes flared. He turned around, drawing his ice blade again, unleashing a soul-freezing chill that surged like a tidal wave, enveloping everything around.
This intense cold even expelled all negative elements in the space, creating an area akin to an "Absolute Domain."
The death knight's figure burst forward, moving so fast that he left afterimages beyond the limit of the naked eye. He raised his ice blade, mercilessly piercing the hearts of three attendant knights without a hint of sympathy.
Terrifying speed! By the time the female knights realized, their hearts were already shattered. Their bodies slumped to the ground, dark red blood gushing from their mouths and chests, staining the earth crimson.
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The middle-aged nun finally reacted. Never had she imagined that Reinhardt, once The Silver Hand, the former First Sacred Coffin Knight, now the First death knight, would resort to a sneak attack, even with absolute power at his disposal!
"God says, I will bring down wrath and cleanse all sins!"
In an instant, the middle-aged nun activated a holy light protection spell. Swiftly removing her silver-white ring made of high-purity secret silver, she held it in both hands, rapidly chanting a ritual incantation in desperation. Aware of the overwhelming power and cunning nature of her opponent, she knew she had only one chance to counterattack!
Her chanting was abruptly halted as a sharp sword pierced her protective shield like a needle through a balloon, severing her slender, fair hands. The ring fell to the ground, submerged under a gush of blood...
The ice blade sliced diagonally upwards. It should have split the nun in half from the torso, but for some reason, the death knight suddenly changed his stroke from a slice to a thrust. The ice blade effortlessly pierced the nun's dark gray robe, shattering her heart and exiting her body.
Felix stood frozen, the events unfolding in mere seconds far beyond his imagination. The death knight, possessing absolute power, had launched a sudden ambush. In just three seconds, he was the only one left alive.
Is this what a knight forged on the bloody battlefield becomes?
Felix felt a wave of helplessness wash over him. Facing the death knight, a mountain soaring into the clouds, he struggled even to look up.
"When I first entered the battlefield, my mentor told me, only dead enemies are not enemies," the death knight said calmly, his face perhaps incapable of showing other expressions, his blood as frozen as ice.
"Why not kill me?" Felix hated this feeling of powerlessness. He wanted to lower his head and escape, but he caught the unwilling and despairing gaze of the dying nun. Blood spilled from her mouth, soaking her dark gray habit, a ghastly pale sight.
"Why should I kill you?" The death knight sheathed his sword, gently stroking the ice bone dragon kneeling at his feet. He looked down at the silent Felix, speaking coldly, "Alright. There's no one else now. Answer a few questions, and I'll let you leave."
"What questions?" The hope of life didn't bring Felix any surprise. He looked up calmly, meeting the death knight's gaze. A death knight who attacked under absolute power couldn't be trusted easily.
The blue light in the death knight's eyes flickered. He looked down at Felix, his voice deep, "What's your relationship with the Night Watcher?"
"She's my mentor," Felix couldn't help but avert his eyes from the death knight's chilling blue gaze, feeling it could pierce through his soul.
"You're hiding something." The death knight's voice turned icy, a bone-chilling murderous intent directed at Felix. He grasped his ice blade again, speaking coldly, "Don't try to hide anything. I can sense your thoughts!"
Felix's heart skipped a beat. He moved his right hand behind his back, gripping tightly.
"I slept with her." After a moment, Felix spoke calmly and firmly.
The corners of the death knight's mouth twitched slightly, as if he had heard something amusing. He looked down at Felix with a playful blue gaze, "Slept with? With you? The Night Watcher?"
The death knight suddenly burst into harsh, grating laughter. He looked down at Felix with contempt, uttering a word Felix absolutely loathed.
"She slept with you? A toy? She's really a whore!"
Felix's face was terrifyingly calm and pale. His hands clenched tightly, his fingertips piercing his palms, drops of fresh red blood trickling down, drip by drip.
He raised his head, for the first time truly meeting the death knight's gaze. With a calm and icy voice, he said, "You better kill me now, or you'll regret it in the future."