Chapter 22 (1/2)

Chapter 22: The Black Knight Appears 5

Kwang?!

“Kwakk!”

Along with a huge scream, the buckler shattered, and the blue Gigant Achilles got pushed back.

‘Eukkk! For this to happen!’

Blood began to flow out of Mileon’s lips.

The mana, which flowed temporarily inside the Gigant, blocked the attack from Philip which was stronger than expected. And in the midst of all that commotion, he was biting on his lip out of fear.

“Dammit, he isn’t just an ordinary person.”

Until the opponent managed to manifest the gigantic aura, Mileon was confident that he would win.

However, as he was happy with his imagination, he had displayed a gigantic aura that overwhelmed him.

It was the first time that he was humiliated at his home grounds, Lamer Arena.

That too being pushed back by an unknown rider, whose name he never heard of!

“Are you just going to stand there?”

“Huh?”

Mileon, who bravely managed to prevent Philip from attacking again, made his decision.

‘This, if this goes on like this, I will lose! If that happens, all the good impression that the Count has on me will vanish!’

Once all the attention and love the Count had for him was gone, he would turn into an invisible being.

Mileon decided to use it, just in case.

Grabbing the crystal right next to the core engine, he tried to handle the power with his own hands.

Guooong!

With a loud roar from Achilles, its movements changed dramatically.

Its speed and power got upgraded further.

All of that made it look like Mir, who was able to push him back till a while ago, was a lie.

‘What, what is this!?’

Philip was flustered as he saw his opponent’s strength increase drastically in just a second.

He took on a defensive stance and decided to defend in the meantime until he figured out what was going to happen.

“This is a foul!”

Luke, who was looking closely at Achilles, jumped up and yelled at the sudden change.

He ran over to the judges’ seat and protested.

“The output of the core engine of Achilles is too much and the same as a warrior!”

There were some rules in place at the Arena for the Gigant games.

One of them was the limitation on the output of the core engine.

If it was more than 1200 fight, then the Gigant would be disqualified.

But according to what Luke observed, the output of Achilles was at least 1.5 times that of Mir or that of 1,500 fight.

“Stop the fight right now and declare the confiscation defeat to the Lippe Clan!”

However, the judges just ignored the fierce protest of Luke.

“I don’t understand what you are talking about. How can you see that Achilles has over 1500 fight?”

“I don’t get it. When I look at it, it doesn’t seem to cross over 1200 fight, right?”

‘These people!’

Luke was angry at the attitude of the judges.

Even if the place did belong to the Count Monarch, he didn’t think that they would go to this extreme.

‘Then what the hell are you guys even here for?’

As Luke was closing in his hand onto the sword that was attached to his waist.

Princess Reina came along and grabbed his hand before he reached the sword.

“Calm down, Sir Luke. Trust Philip a little more.”

“Hugh, okay.”

Honestly, rebelling against them wasn’t really going to be helpful. Rather, it was good news that the guards didn’t feel the need to throw them out of the arena.

Luke was furious, and he returned back to his seat.

Philip, who was in heavy defense, watched very closely his opponent who was in full offensive.

Mir’s upper body swayed from side to side, creating an afterimage in front of Achilles.