61 The Infallible Diffindor (2/2)
”Your Highness, I am your kindest Knight. I vow to treat the weak with kindness and help anyone who requests of me.”
Slance, the kindest Knight. He escorted the refugees for a thousand miles to Diffindor. In the entire group, the only one who died of hunger during the journey is him, who split the food in the group.
”Your Highness, I am your strongest Knight. I vow to stand bravely against violence, not regretting my actions even if I die a hundred times!”
Camisia, my prided Titan Warrior, the fearless vanguard. Even when he was decapitated, he never stopped his charge.
”Your Highness, I am your most righteous Knight. I vow to correct every mistake, no matter where it comes from!”
Fanderk, my Holy Knight brother who went to denounce the injustice in the joint conference of countries. I was saved by Karwenz but he was hanged on the squares of the Holy Light Church. Even to his death, he insists on the justice in his heart and he refused to cave in to anyone, regardless whether it is to the Churches of the world or the Holy Light he holds faith in.
”Your Highness, I am your most useless Knight. I vow to fight for those without weapons, but I can only serve as a wall with my body.”
Carlos, who dares to say that you are useless! To save those escaping refugees, despite being exhausted, you used your body of flesh to shield the civilians and guarded the rock bridge by yourself without retreating. In the end, you died from getting pierced by hundreds of arrows.
”Your Highness, I am your most brotherly Knight. I vow to help my Knight brothers to protect their families by using this body of flesh.
Lucas, you have succeeded in your aims. The families of everyone survived but what that makes everyone’s heartache is that you failed to protect the 15-year-old you.
”Your Highness, I am your most loyal Knight. I swear to follow you to the ends of time.”
Bastian, my son of Wrath. From a pet dog, you advanced slowly to become the Captain of the Red Hunting Hounds. Someone said that you relied on the strong physical body that I granted you to climb to that position. Someone insulted you and said that you are a brainless pug who only knows loyalty. But, you faced their insults and sarcasm with a smiling face and treated the dog-like loyalty as the greatest honor. Your claws and anger are always directed towards the enemies.
”Origin of Order, if this kind of Knights aren’t qualified to become Heroic Spirits, then your eyes must be blind! If this kind of Knights can’t be called Heroes, then those heroes in Myths are simply those who deceived the world for their fame. Return and fight for me, my Knights!”
The Soul Imprints that represents my life start to awaken once again under the injection of my Power of Soul. The damaged Crown of Undead and Son of Light starts to light up again. The Power of Order and Power of Chaos come into conflict and gradually, they merged together, forming a Light of Rule that changes everything.
Under the chants of my Knights and I, a light radiates and the entire world has been replaced, my Soul World replacing the real world.
It is an endless snowfield under the starry skies. Smoke and war cry surrounds us, this is the scenery of a battlefield. In the faraway distant in our vision, the city named Diffindor is still burning fervently. That is the home that we have always anticipated, but can never reach.
This is Soul World ?The Infallible Diffindor?. Under its effects, we have returned back to 376 years ago. On the day when a snowstorm rises in the night, at that moment, Diffindor has yet to fall and my Knights and I were still struggling.
The descend of my Soul World means that reality is being rewritten. My knights are no longer in the form of the ugly-looking Skeletons and Corpses.
The flag of a tornado flies up high. But below the flag were lively faces. Their healthy and fit body were equipped with superior equipment with an insignia of a tornado on it. They are no longer normal Undead. They are the incarnation of the wills of Heroes after their deaths. They have been granted an immortal Soul Body by the Origin of Order and there is even a nice name to go along with it – Heroic Spirit.
There is a boundary between Heroic Spirits and Undead. In my Soul World, the Knights that were loyal to me are the only Heroes worthy of the title of Heroic Spirits.
Right now, they are overstepping the limitations of the incomplete body of the Undead with the centuries of strength and experience they have accumulated. With a perfect physical body that is suited for them to exert their strength, their fighting prowess would be increased by at least three folds.
Looking at the sudden change, the fearless Demon army starts to tremble and back away. Going by logic, every Heroic Spirit is at least a Legend-rank existence. They have no chance at victory.
”Demon Count? Far from being enough. Bring a Demon Prince or Great Duke here.”
The Heroic Spirit Knights has already started sweeping away the Demon army. The frenzied laughter of Camisia, Bastian and the others echo on the battlefield.
The flag-bearing Great Sword Saint Defays dances in the midst of Demons. His 18 sharp swords float around his body and slaughters the enemies. Despite being just a single person, he seemed to be like a Sword Formation. The body of the Heroic Spirit granted him the ability to use his will to control his swords, allowing him to better display his skills as compared to when he is still an Undead.
In this moment, the Three-Headed Hellhound Wrath has shown their powers. Standing together, Ah Bao and Ah Bas combines together in a spatial distortion and their true body appears. The Three-Headed Hellhound starts to chant the Choral of Hell and the gate leading to the Death Dimension opens. This is Wrath who represents the Grim Reaper.
Leading the charge, I am already deep within the Demon army. The gigantic Demon Kakajil stands in front of me. However, I smile happily and swings the Roland Sword which somehow became complete again. I swing the reins and the gigantic black War Horse Yongye increases its speed with a loud howl, leaving after-images in the battlefield.
In this world, I am still that Holy Knight Prince Roland and not the Lich Roland who only has an incomplete and damaged body remaining. I am the Head Knight of the Order!
At this moment, Adam, who was already fighting with Kakajil, looking at me reinforcing him, he stuns for a moment before smiling.
”As expected, it is Big Brother Rolo. Why? Have you finally thought it through and decided to come meet me for the last time?”
Yes, I have regained my look of the past, albeit the age not being correct. However, the face shape should be very similar to the Big Brother Rolo in his memories, confirming the guesses that he was confident of.
”Sigh, I intended to send you off with my face after I fully revive. Let’s cut the crap for now, someone is waiting for us. So, do you need help?”
”Of course, don’t duel if you can lynch. Isn’t that what you often said?”
Old enemies? Old friends? Old brothers? I haven’t been able to say for sure for a long time now.
We smiled mutually at each other. The crimson-red God word and the silver longsword cross by each other in midair and sparks were produced from the friction. In the next instant, we slashed at the Demon Count at the same time.
”The Severance of the River of Time!”
”Holy Light, that is an enemy worth fighting!!”
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PS1. Roland has been upped a tier because he used the God Equipment Origin of Codex. In order not to affect the reading, I didn’t mention it in the main text. Also, the reason why his Soul Imprints and Roland Sword became complete again is because he burnt his soul. That is a kind of suicide, but there’s a reason for that.
PS2. Now that I’m on a critical period, to ensure the quality, I will write slowly