Some miles away from Arthur's City, Camelot's capitalSeveral horses neighed as they galloped across the desert, their long legs digging deep into the hot sands. The riders were all dressed in black outfits which seemed like bandages, hoods over their heads and masks covering their mouths. Scythes were strapped their sides or backs, their eyes narrowing with fierce gazes. This was none other than the Chaldeans, the most powerful and notorious bandits in Camelot. Now the Chaldeans had increased in number and they were now about one hundred skilled bandits.As they rode, only one individual remained in the front of the caravan. His eyes were even more fiercer than the rest and he had a terrifying aura around him. He would occasionally lashed at his black horse, making it neigh as it galloped faster. The others also did the same, following closely behind him.After riding for about an hour, the man in front, who was obviously the leader of the Chaldeans, halted. He raised his left hand u

Clang! Clang! Clang!Series of white lights flashed as two blades clashed with each other. One was the blade of a large broadsword half the size of a adult while the other belonged to a saber."Being a knight is all about surviving!" Ken yelled as he continued attacking Cassio, forcing the latter to go defensive. He didn't even give him a slight chance of attacking. "One second of lagging and you're dead!"Cassio's hands were now becoming numb as he blocked Ken's terrifying strikes. Even though this Boxer had reduced his power by a big margin, his strength was still terrifying. When the two blades collided, Cassio could feel his blood boil. Every organ in his body screamed in pain as he blocked Ken's sword strikes.Ken slashed at Cassio's chest, his broadsword tearing through the air. Silvery ripples appeared in the sword's direction, heading alongside the sword towards Cassio.I've always being weak all my life, Cassio thought within himself as he lunged forward. I've never had a cha

Cassio moved along with Medusa silently, evading the guards who were patrolling the castle even in broad daylight. He sometimes used the trees as covers and sometimes the statues. Several times the guards would hear footsteps which no doubt belonged to Medusa (who wasn't as nimble as Cassio) and run in that direction. But by the time they were there Cassio was long gone with Medusa. He moved like the wind.Soon they successfully arrived a concealed tunnel on Medusa's direction. This tunnel had a metallic door blocking it. Medusa didn't fret as she took out a hairpin from within her dress, slotting it into the keyhole before turning it professionally."How long have you been doing this?" Cassio couldn't help but ask. With the way Medusa was familiar with the whole lockpick it seemed she had used years to practise this action before becoming a master at it.Click!The door was unlocked and Medusa pushed it open with a smile, "First time I came to the castle I was so depressed and left o

As the clergyman stepped forward, the other knights couldn't help but tighten their grips around their swords. With the power of a Priest, there was nothing this fugitive would do to escape right now. He was nothing but a magician at the Magic Circle array and a knight at the Will Projecting tier. There was no way he was going through the entire army of Arthur's City plus the clergymen who can change circumstances with mere words. It was said that powerful ones could affect reality itself by just saying it. Apart from knights and magicians, clergymen were another group of insanely powerful individuals favoured by the Supreme Goddess!"You can choose to give up and resist, Walter Anderson," the Priest said. "You've suffered a lot and need to be relieved of your resentment."Walter slowly pointed his sword at the Priest before saying, "You're right. I've suffered a lot and need to relieve my resentment. And that's why I must not be captured!"Sword of Crying Phoenix!He immediately empl

Cassio and the others who were present on the battlefield and were still alive were healed by the clergyman who had just arrived to stop Walter. He was a Rank six Archbishop of the Church of the Moon and currently oversaw all the affairs of Arthur's City in place of the Prelate who wasn't always around. Like the other clergymen he was cladded in a white robe with silver threads embroidered across, a silver pendant with a moon emblem hanging down his neck. His hair was white as snow while his eyes were as blue as the sea and calm as the morning breeze. His aura soothed everything around, making the battle scene seem like a paradise. Unfortunately apart from Cassio, Ken and Louis every other knight who had attacked Walter lost his life. All of their corpses had being mangled beyond recognition, their armous shredded. "He's being dealt with," the Archbishop said as he pointed at Walter who was now unconscious with his right hand. His action was very smooth and graceful, making the t