Kant left the building and walked on the streets in the night.
The 10 Sarrandian Horseman had already changed their clothes and changed back into their own Sarrandian armors and weapons. They led the Sarrandian horse and walked behind silently.
They had completed their mission.
Next, the ten stronger Sarleon Lion Knights would be in charge.
In fact, Kant was not happy with the actions of these Sarrandian Horsemen.
After all, these horsemen were Borg's bodyguards and Kant's monitors. However, they did not successfully infiltrate Kant's influence into Borg's heart. Instead, it had a bad effect.
Not only were Borg in control of the situation, but they had also become his fighters.
Thinking of this, Kant felt helpless.
These horsemen were not noble.
They were only an elite troop class.
In the Sarrand Sultanate, they were only slightly higher than the commoners.
Although they were real humans, in terms of intelligence, they had become simple and straight forward because of years of battle. They could not compare to Borg, a businessman who had been trained by years of business education.
It was no wonder that Borg could manipulate these riders.
But there was one thing.
Borg also took the horsemen's duties as a pledge of allegiance.
He thought that with some power and wealth, he could let them betray Kant and turn to him.
Perhaps that was true in reality.
But these Sarrandian Horsemen did not come from reality.
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Their loyalty to Kant was unbreakable, and they would never betray Kant. Both sides had a faint sense of connection.
If the connection was cut off...
It would be death.
Or they would lose themselves due to special circumstances.
However, if their connection was cut off, it also meant that they were not an ally anymore, but an enemy.
Perhaps the second possibility could only be formed by means of mind control. However, Kant had never heard of it in this world, nor had he seen anyone used it. It was something that could not happen.
The night deepened.
The stars and moon emitted a bright light.
Torches were lit on the streets, and patrols with torches walked past.
However, when they saw Kant, they did not even have the intention to interrogate him. They went around the corner and went to other streets. Even some of the gang members who were hiding in the dark were so scared that they trembled and hid in the corners, not daring to come out.
There was not even a carriage. The entire street of the port seemed to have fallen into silence.
There was a strange silence.
"Something's not right."
Some of the Sarrandian Horseman sensed the abnormality and slowly grasped the scimitar hilt in their hands.
They looked around cautiously. Their left arm was covered with a round shield, forming a small defensive circle with each other. They even put on the Sarrandian chain armor.
Soon, they were fully armed and ready for battle.
Their warhorses were behind them.
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They already wore the Sarrandian chain armor on them.
Although they were covered in linen robes, it did not affect their flexibility in battle.
On the contrary, they formed a standard infantry defensive formation around Kant. Although there were fewer people, even if they faced dozens of enemies, they could rely on their excellent equipment and elite strength to hold them off for a while.
Of course, as a grand knight, Kant did not need their protection.
He swept his gaze across the night sky.
He only sighed slightly, "I've made a mistake."
If there were ten Lion Knights who possessed extraordinary powers, by his side, these guys would probably be just a small problem for him.
Now.
Kant needed to personally come down and solve the trouble.
His right hand was also on the hilt of his sword. Kant was still walking on the street.
The night became increasingly quiet.
The people around him completely disappeared.
The torches on the entire street were faintly burning.
However, in just a few short minutes, the torches were gradually extinguished. Even the starlight and moonlight in the sky gradually dimmed. The entire street in the port suddenly became extremely dark. It was so dark that it was almost impossible to see one's fingers.
"Shasha, Shasha, Shasha --"
The sound of something rubbing against each other was heard.
It approached from afar.
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It gradually shortened the distance around Kant and the others, as if it was going to come into contact with them in an extremely short time.
Even a slight wind with a fishy smell appeared in his nostrils. The smell was simply nauseating, like a slaughterhouse in the summer. Even Kant could not bear it.
"Whoosh --"
The sound of sword drawing appeared.
Kant gritted his teeth, and his right hand directly pulled out his Sword of King from the sheath at his waist.
A turbulent golden light surged out rapidly, and an incomparably strong positive energy poured out as if pouring out. It instantly illuminated the surrounding space, and at the same time, the energy that could completely destroy everything erupted at an extremely fast speed.
"Buzz -- pu -- pu -- pu -- pu -- pu -- pu -- pu -- pu -- pu --"
Countless black shadows exploded within the powerful golden light.
Wisps of fine red fog were cleansed within the golden light or were directly turned into smoke.
"Enemy attack!"
Sarrandian Horsemen raised their longswords.
Occasionally, there would be a black shadow struggling to break through the golden light and approach them. They slashed with their scimitars fiercely, and along with a screech, the black shadow that was cut in half by their waists was instantly vanished by the golden light.
It lasted for almost a few minutes before the black shadow outside the golden light disappeared.
A thick smell of blood came from it.
It carried a slightly rotten smell.
Kant put the Sword of King in his hand above his head.
He turned his head to look at the surrounding pitch-black streets. The light of the stars and moon in the sky was still blocked.
It was a dark cloud.
He did not know when, but a thick dark cloud shrouded the sky above his head.
It just happened to cover the port.
"Lord, there are strange figures."
Sarrandian Horseman approached and said in a deep voice, "They are right in front."
"I see them." Kant nodded.
On the street in front, there were many figures in the center of the dark street.
They seemed to be wearing black robes and a black hood on their heads. They were holding a long lance in their hands. The line was very dense. It was dark, as if they were waiting in a line.
"Baron Kant."
Someone stepped forward.
He spoke slowly, his voice extremely hoarse, "You have offended the authority of our lord. According to the punishment of the Crimson Sect and the will of our Lord, you must be sentenced to death, so that your soul will be burned in the flames of our lord for ten thousand years."
"How terrifying." Kant chuckled. "And then?"
"Surrender."
That person continued to speak in a deep voice, "My lord can grant you eternal life."
Kant's lips curled up. "Interesting." He clenched his Sword of King tightly, "But how could a demon, an evil creature from the abyss, sentence me to death here? This is simply a joke. It makes me feel interesting."
"Then you're choosing death."
That person did not hesitate at all. "Kill him!"
After the order was given, those black-robed enemies with long lance in their hands stepped forward.
They acted swiftly.
They did not give Kant a second chance to make a choice.
Perhaps they all understood that Kant would not really make a choice. Their inquiry was only a probe. Since it was useless to talk now, then they would use the simplest method, which was to kill Kant!
"Imbeciles." However, Kant smiled cunningly in response to their threat.
It was very disdainful!
The reason why grand knights were called grand knights.
It was definitely not simply because they had extraordinary powers. It was also because of their terrifying destructive power on the battlefield!
The King's Power and the Divine Power circulated together in Kant's body. He himself already had these two extraordinary powers. As he erupted with his full strength, a golden light mixed with a white light of extraordinary flames was displayed without a doubt.
He was also a grand knight!
But before Kant charged towards them.
Behind the enemy, the sound of galloping horses' hooves came whistling like a flood.
"Boom Boom Boom --"
At the front.
The blood-red air wave swept up like a dazzling red light.
The figures moved quickly, and the galloping sound of the warhorse became louder and louder. The hooves of the horses beat on the ground, and even the soles of their feet could be felt trembling. It was like an earthquake, but it was more like a flood was gradually approaching!
It was the violent sound brought about by the charge of the numerous cavalry groups!
Twenty Lion Knights led the charge.
Fifty Lion Squires were the core force.
They came whistling through the stone-paved road of the port. Finally, they charged into the back of the black-robed enemy soldiers who had yet to react.
In the front row, the thick awl-shaped lance pierced through many enemies.
Even the mail armor under their black robes were pierced through.
Warhorses shook the ground.
The violent power swept across the street, destroying more than 600 enemy soldiers in black robes. They did not even stop. Relying on their extraordinary power, the Lion Knights covered in blood-red flames and pushed forward fiercely. They charged into the dense formation, stirring up a bloody storm.
After abandoning their lances, with their sharp swords and their outstanding melee combat strength, they were like a pride of lions charging into a flock of sheep and slaughtering to their heart's content!
The black-robed soldiers of the Crimson Sect were ambushed from behind, they almost collapsed on the spot.
They could not even organize a resistance.
At the front.
The enemy leader who had given the order to attack was clearly a grand knight, even though his entire body was covered in fiery red flames. However, he was killed on the spot by three strikes from the Lion Knights who were charging close to him!
On the streets, more than 600 black-robed soldiers who were holding long lance had been scattered.
They had suffered heavy casualties.
The remaining troops.
They were scared out of their wits and fled to the dark corners around them.
The Lion Knights and Lion Squires did not chase after them. Instead, they quickly came to Kant's side and glanced at the 10 Sarrandian Horsemen behind him. They could not help but frown. "Lord, we have to evacuate this place!"
"What's going on?"
Kant asked in a deep voice, "Why are you in such a hurry?"
"We were attacked!"
The Lion Knight in the lead quickly replied, "There were enemies from the Crimson Sect attacked our hotel in the middle of the night. However, due to our strict security, we did not suffer too many casualties. Instead, we took the opportunity to kill our way out. However, when we thought that you were still in the port, we came to pick you up. It was fortunate that we came in time."
