That night Cassio stood at the window looking outside, his mind filled with thoughts. I thought I was the one who felt more pain losing Patrick and Joana in a day. I didn't know there was her sister who would find the whole news devastating. I don't know how deep the pain she's feeling now but it must be definitely greater than all the pain I've felt, including the pain of losing my memory.He stared at Medusa who was sleeping soundly in his bed, tucked under the bedsheet. Her eyes were shut tightly, her lips pursed and her face bearing a sad expression. Seeing her in this condition he couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.This is the last person in the Patrick family, he thought within himself. As Joana's sister my obligation is to protect her and make her happy at all costs. It doesn't matter if I die trying. I won't be that loser who was saved by Joana at the expense of her life. Thinking about this make tears freely flow down his cheeks. He didn't try to suppress the tears and le
Boom! Boom! Boom!More explosions occured in the castle, flames of fire rising high into the air. The fake knights all fought off the zombies which were bursting out of the ground every minute, gradually overwhelming them. Outside the castle walls were unknown true knights trying to breech into the castle, using their powers to the fullest. But there were also true knights of Camelot standing on the walls engaged with a fierce battle with them in order to prevent the Intruders from besieging the castle.Standing several meters away from the onslaught was a man dressed in a black robe with hood, his right hand clutched around a very dark figurine. This figurine had an octopus head with countless tentacles and a humanoid body. These tentacles were embedded with countless eyeballs which seemed very lifelike, possessing nightmarish vitalities."We will get the Cthulhu Mythos and unleash nightmare in the Cosmos!" the man said. "We will awaken Cthulhu!"After saying this an extremely malevo
As Cassio ran he slashed at zombies which came his way, reducing them to mere wisps of smokes. Medusa who was behind him couldn't help but feel a deep sense of security as she held onto him, closing her eyes as he ran with so much speed and agility.Boom!A fireball exploded some meters away from them, crumbling that entire part of the building in front of them. More puffs of smoke filled the whole castle, clouding up Cassio's vision.There's no how to get out of the castle without jumping through that window, Cassio thought to himself as he looked outside the window in the hallway. There were more zombies coming out of the ground or shadows, slaying the fake knights while there were unknown true knights who were locked in an intense battle with the true knights. When these unknown knights were killed, they would immediately transform into zombies and continue their onslaught."How are we getting out of here?" Medusa asked in fright as she looked around her. They were on the fourth fl
The General scoffed as he looked at Cassio with amusement, "we'd because you were able to tank my lightning attacks doesn't make you suddenly invincible. I am still a Tier four General while you're nothing but a Tier two Swordsman." "..." Hearing the General's statement Ken was get shocked. Just earlier Cassio had being struggling through his training and now he was a Tier two knight? This was the most shocking thing he had encountered in his entire lifetime! Wait, he thought within himself. What if he had always being a true knight but hadn't been able to utilize his knight abilities because of his memory loss? Well, that sounds feasible. He might have recovered his memory. But how did he tank the lightning bolts which killed other knights below Tier four? What other secret is this lad holding? Cassio sized up the man with coldness in his eyes as he said, "Invincibility doesn't lie in power level." "Whatever," the General said. "Now is your time to die!" "Then allow me to.
"There's one more thing you need to know as a true knight," Walter said to Ethan as they walked along a forest path. "The more knowledge about martial art you accumulate, the more your Will Body will develop. In fact these knowledge will be inscribed on the surface of your Will Body, feeding it." "So since you've already told me about the Dragon Scale Art, I've learnt it?" Ethan asked. Since his Will Body was able to accumulate inscriptions of knowledge he had gotten, he figured out he would be able to learn that martial art. The Dragon Scale Art was a martial art Walter mentioned he practised. It focused on hardening the body against physical and magical attacks. Walter had mentioned that he was the only one in this generation who knew that martial art. This was because he had come across it in a mission and had hidden it from his teammates. About the team he was in, Walter didn't mention. It seemed like a secret. "That's an intelligent question," Walter replied. "But you've not stu
Around 4 O'clock in the morning, Cassio got out of bed, took his saber and went out of the castle. If it hadn't being for his strong dignity he would have tested his Swordsman climbing abilities right now.There was a drizzle, clouds blocking the moon. So everywhere was dark and hazy. Cassio wouldn't have seen anything if he hadn't being a Swordsman. As a true knight he was a hundredfold times better than even the best peak fake knight around.I can't believe I have being a Swordsman all this time, he thought within himself as he continued walking across a familiar path. He was headed towards Ken's training ground. It was high time he completed his training successfully.After some minutes he arrived at the training ground and stood for some time. Last time I was really weak and couldn't achieve anything. Right now I can be considered strong. I wonder how Ken would be feeling right now, seeing that I've always being a Swordsman. And Ethan, he would be so dumbfounded. When I become Ken
Cassio and Ken trained till 7 O'clock in the morning before stopping. By now they were sweating as if they had partook in a marathon, their clothes drenched in perspiration. So they ended the training to prepare for the day.The sun was not yet out, a red haze stuck in the sky. The castle guards could already be seen at their posts while the knights were walking about in groups. There were still aftermaths of the previous battle as seen in the broken walls and cracked grounds. They had not yet being fixed and were still under construction.Cassio walked into the castle, ignoring the gazes of the other knights who had seen or heard what he had done earlier. It had become news that this 15-year old kid was already a Swordsman and had fought and killed the General who had almost killed the crowned prince, saving him from death."It's said he's cultivated the Dragon Scale Art!" a guard said."Impossible!" another guard said."How do you think he was unscathed from the barrage of lightning
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