Kate always remembered Catherine's words and was careful to follow her instructions.

He was not the best of Catherine's favorite knights. Those knights who are better than Kate can easily defeat him. But in the last year or so, one by one, the knights have become headless corpses, including Catherine.

Now, Kate believes there is no one here who is his opponent. Knights who don't have Catherine's affection will never understand what it's like to have a weapon as nimble as your fingers.

It was as if the soul was gradually overflowing his body, slowly advancing along the cold metal, and finally completely enveloping the sword. He didn't need any superb swordsmanship at all to perform moves that were more powerful and tricky than those of a master swordsman.

Kate's five fingers exerted a slight force, and the long sword seemed to be given life, making a buzzing sound. Kate thought to herself that when Alma was stabbed, he would continue to be loyal to Her Highness Clara in the place of the young man, in place of Catherine......

Alma in front of him opened her hands and smiled as if she wanted to give Kate a warm hug. I don't see the slightest nervousness.

Kate's heart pounded, and she thought to herself that maybe the fight wasn't going as smoothly as she thought it would. Immediately afterward, an invisible, tidal force enveloped him tightly.

The castration of the long sword was old, and Kate couldn't hold it anymore, so he had to grit his teeth and pour the strength of his whole body into the long sword in his hand.

The invisible force became stronger and stronger, Kate's figure was forcibly blocked, her legs were heavy as if they were filled with lead, and the fingers holding the hilt of the sword trembled unconsciously.

"How...... What's going on?! How could you have such a ...... Mighty power? Kate struggled to speak. The enemy was close at hand, but he could no longer move forward half a step, except for the buzzing of the sword.

The knights around them staggered backwards, their panicked expressions as if they had seen a three-year-old's finger on the trigger of a shotgun.

This is not the first time they have seen the scene in front of them. Catherine, the former chief knight, used to subdue some ferocious beasts out of thin air. But the sudden possession of such power by a newcomer to the ranks of knights has clearly upended their previous perception of the well-known mantra of gaining strength: loyalty and battle.

"You're growing too slowly, Kate! I now know how bad Catherine's vision was. She didn't die unjustly at all! "Alma.

"You dare to ...... Blasphemy her? Kate hissed, resisting the invisible restraint with all her might.

"Mine is you, Kate! Except for a messy beard and a short temper, you have no strengths, and you are a piece of waste to put it bluntly! Alma scoffed.

Humiliation and anger make Kate's blood boil. He felt the power that had imprisoned his body relax a little.

Kate let out a loud roar and stabbed the sword out of her hand with all her might. The scene in front of him suddenly became a blur, and he felt like he hadn't stabbed anything.

In the next moment, the scenes lurking in the depths of his memory poured into his mind like flying snowflakes. Kate's head tingled and she couldn't help but let out a low roar.

Just as he felt that his head was about to burst, a blazing white light swayed down, dissolving the chaotic images.

Gradually, Kate's expression regained its tranquility, and she opened her eyes and looked around. Alma was still standing not far in front of her, and the scene around her hadn't changed in any way. But he was keenly aware that something unusual was happening.

For example, now, he can clearly distinguish the emotionally complex gazes around him, including indifference, pity, and schadenfreude, but these are of little meaning to him. The most important thing right now is to find your destiny. Although Catherine was dead, he could feel a more powerful aura coming from the direction of the Busen Plains, and he was desperate to find and chase whoever he wanted......

Until then, he still needs to deal with Alma! The young man exuded a vain but powerful aura. Not this young Rao herself, Kate felt he needed to use some strategy.

"Boom!" Kate plunged her sword into the dirt and fell to one knee. "Knight Commander Alma, bearded Kate is willing to obey your command!"

"You've finally grown up, Kate!" Alma smiled. "But it's too late, your master is dead. So, I don't know what the purpose of your existence is......"

Cold sweat seeped from Kate's forehead, and he hurriedly defended: "No, I am now your subordinate, and I am willing to swear allegiance to you!" ”

Alma shook her head and said with some regret, "Kate, you are no longer a child and know what I am. I can't see through your inner world, and I want to make me believe in you, unless ......"

"Unless what?" Kate asked eagerly, thinking that she would accede to Alma's request no matter what. When he comes back again, everyone here will bow down to him.

"Unless......" Alma grinned, leaning down and whispering in Kate's ear, "prove loyalty with your soul." ”

Before the words fell, Kate's face turned pale. He immediately reached out and drew his sword that had been plunged into the dirt.

Before she could get up, Kate knelt and raised her long sword, intending to pierce Alma's chest with a single sword.

Unfortunately, he still underestimated Alma. The long sword didn't stab forward an inch this time, and it was forced to freeze in mid-air

The invisible force pressed down again, and the long sword in Kate's hand trembled uncontrollably. It was clearly a hard heavy sword, but the blade of the sword strangely began to bend, twist, and even flip over, as if it wanted to turn around against its owner.

Kate gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, trying to stabilize it. It's a pity that the long sword that has been with him for many years is becoming more and more flexible like a poisonous snake, and the tip of the sword is constantly struggling and wriggling in the direction of his throat.

The strange sight made people's scalps tingle, and several young knights were so frightened that they didn't dare to come out. Except for the occasional strange cry from the depths of the swamp, there was silence in the dimly lit camp.

Perhaps Kate's strength had increased, and the sword danced wildly in his throat, but it never stabbed him.

Kate quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense nerves relaxed a little.

But soon, he paid the price for his laxity.

The sword flickered suddenly, and its arched body slashed in an arc in the air. With the "Bang! Cha! With two soft sounds, Kate's palm was severed by her wrist and fell to the ground.

It was only then that Kate's hands let go of the hilt of the sword, and the longsword broke free from its restraints and stabbed at Kate's neck at a faster speed.

There was an exclamation from the crowd, as if the person the flying sword was going to kill was not Kate, but them.

Kate snorted and tilted her head in pain. The tip of the sword slit his earlobe and flew out.

Alma was murderous, raising her right hand and pointing in the direction where the sword had disappeared, trying to control it to turn back.

As Alma moved, Kate felt the force that bound her completely disappear, and hurriedly stood up and fled outside the camp.

An exclamation came from behind him.

Kate glanced back, and he saw Alma's face as pale as paper, her hands raised in unison. Immediately after, two blurred shadows jumped up from the ground and flew over themselves.

After a moment of stunned work, the two shadows had already choked Kate's neck. When he realized that they were his two severed hands, he immediately broke down and screamed.

"Nope! You damn ......" Kate tried to curse loudly, but all she could do was hiss.

The sword flew back from the darkness and easily pierced his heart, ending his pain and struggle.