Under the dark night sky.

Under the night sky obscured by thick smoke.

The brilliant light flickered again.

Old Sir once again crossed the sky.

As always,

he

Indomitable!

Standing in front of the window of his office, Telcon, who had laid everything out, had already changed out of the coat that constrained him, and instead put on his cloak, looking at the old knight who had turned into light and came to him, the former mayor with surprise in his eyes.

"Glory Strike?"

Telcon muttered to himself.

Then, a look of extreme contempt appeared on his face.

"Glory?"

"Huh, glory?"

"The glory that exists in the heart of man, and hopes in it...... Amusing. ”

"Strength is everything that determines right and wrong!"

Whispering to himself, a thick black dead aura gathered in Telkan's hand.

And then

Submerged in the ground.

It's like a starting pistol.

A black chain, as thick as an arm, flew straight out of the ground and wound towards the old knight.

"Know you're here."

"How could I not prepare?"

Telcon said as he stared at the old knight who was about to be 'blocked'.

Glory Strike, is it powerful?

It's powerful!

It has the ability to turn things around.

but

Only one hit!

After the blow, it was gone.

So, he deliberately prepared a similar blow.

However, in the next moment, Telcon's face stiffened.

A tiny light, obscured by the old knight's brilliance, slammed into the black chains in advance.

In the light, the servant ...... No, it's the 'squire' Eric smiling.

"Born of glory, Mr. Knight."

Eric said with a smile.

"Die for glory, squire."

The old knight replied, the faster the charge.

Behind

The light goes out.

Ahead

The gun is like a dragon.

Burst!

Telkan's body was pierced, and with great force, he smashed through the wall and rushed out of the house.

"Impossible!"

"How is it possible for a first-order 'squire' to learn the 'Glory Strike'!"

"It can't be!"

Telcon yelled in disbelief.

It's not just because a first-order 'squire' has learned the 'Glory Strike'.

is also because, the other party should have died a long time ago.

is also because he should have known such news a long time ago, and he should have focused on it.

Undoubtedly, someone was calculating him.

But Telcom couldn't care so much at the moment.

He gathered dead air again.

He has many secret techniques.

There are more than enough rituals.

Just give him time, he won't necessarily lose!

It's a pity that the old knight won't give him a chance.

"The 'knight's squire' is also a 'knight'!"

The voice fell.

The spear exploded suddenly.

Rumble!

Telcon shattered his bones, the knight's power expelled all the dead energy, and the sublimated attack brought by the glorious blow cut off any possibility of resurrection for the opponent.

With Telcon's death, the resurrected 'corpses' fell down once again.

The mist-like dead air began to dissipate.

The old knight floating in the sky, like a substantial body, began to dissipate.

But he ignored it.

Lord was not destroyed.

The city he guards.

It's still there.

this

That's enough.

Enough is enough.

Lowering his head, the smiling old knight took one last look at Lorde, and his body directly disintegrated, turning into a little crystal clear light, falling down with the wind, scattering all over the land of Lord.

'Beta, why did you choose 'Knight'?' ’

It is because of your humility, your honor, your sacrifice, your valor, your mercy, your honesty, your justice, that you became a knight, right? ’

'No, teacher, it is because you are proud, nameless, selfish, cowardly, cold-blooded, dull, hypocritical, and extreme, like all human beings, that you have to become a knight! ’

Do you know it's hard to do that? ’

'Yes. ’

But someone has to do it. ’

Do you know what such a person is called? ’

'Yes...... Fools? ’

'No! ’

'Yes......'

'Hero! ’

Wind.

Gradually subsided.

The sound dissipated and disappeared.

People looked up at the dark night sky.

There is nothing there.

But there seems to be something.

And just when everyone was looking up at the night sky, a figure walked into Pea Street leisurely and walked into No. 10 Pea Street.

All turned a blind eye to this man.

The man walked down the underground hall.

Walking on the steps, the wide cloak dragged directly to the ground, sliding down with the downward steps of the figure.

In the brisk whistle, with the good mood of the figure.

"Shhhh

"Night, night, has come."

"The black lamb danced."

"He's coming, he's coming."

"Go to sleep."

"Go to sleep."

Suddenly, the brightly lit underground hall became dark.

The slightest sense of withering and withering is pervasive in it.

Although it returned to normal in an instant, it was discovered by Jason, who had more than twice the perception of ordinary people.

He stepped out of the tent.

At a glance, I saw a person standing at the door of the hall wearing a wide cloak that completely obscured his face.

The other party also saw Jason.

"Very perceptive."

"Worthy of the 'night watchman.'"

"But sometimes, if the perception is too sharp, it's not a good thing, Jason."

The other party directly called out Jason's name.

Jason was unmoved.

Just raised the 'Winchester brothers' slightly and pointed their guns at each other.

"Just as rude as your teacher."

The other party glanced at the muzzle of the gun, commented, and then, the other person stepped closer.

Bang!

The projectile of the lever-type shotgun missed.

Or to be precise, the other side dodged.

Jason's pupils narrowed.

Although the threat of firearms to the mysterious side has become smaller, most of them are still hard resistance, and it is the first time Jason has seen a mysterious person who directly dodges bullets like this.

"Kurtz is pathetic."

"If he wasn't revenge-minded, how could he die at your hands?"

"Jason, I want to ask you a question."

"Do you think Kurtz is right or wrong?"

The other man walked slowly as he spoke.

Kurz!

The other party is the teacher of the Kurz!

Jason's eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't hide his killing intent.

"There is no right or wrong Kurtz."

"But,"

"You arranged all this, damn it!"

He snorted.

"Huh."

"It's really the same as that teacher of yours."

"It's all so stubborn."

"And you, who are so stubborn, must not let me take the 'loot' easily?"

The other chuckled.

Booty?

The corpse of the old sir?

Jason clenched the handle of his gun for a moment.

He moved slightly, allowing his body to completely block the way into the tent.

though

To the humanity here.

on the geography here.

To the folklore here.

The power here.

He didn't even understand.

What he did was to live.

But the corpse of the old sir, he did not allow the people in front of him to desecrate.

It's dangerous to do that.

It can even be life-threatening.

However, Jason still chose to do so.

Because, if you see some things, you don't see them......

that

It's not much fun to be alive.

It's better than the walking dead.

Call!

Jason took a deep breath and put away the obviously useless 'Winchester Brothers'.

He slowly put on the ice hockey mask that the old knight had given him, held the broad-bladed short-handled machete in his right hand, raised his left hand, stretched out his index finger, and hooked it at the other party.

"Come!"