The black knight in the mask of the hideous demon rode on the terrifying long-horned war horse galloping above the burning battlefield, opposite him was a group of knights in silver armor, the heavily armed enemy clearly spotted the lone wanderer, the terrifying black knight spat out a steady stream of black mist from his mouth, raised the saber in his hand and raised his saber upward, in the face of this provocation, the leader of the silver knights shouted:

"Is it a duel?

The leader waved his hand to signal the cavalry behind him not to interfere in the duel between the knights, and he raised his spear and shield in his hand to charge at the black knight in the center of the flames, the black knight looked at the silver knight rushing towards him, through the gap in his helmet, it could see a blonde man charging at him, but what did this have to do with him.

The saber was raised high, and the knight's head was neatly cut off, the head of the silver knight looked like a strong blond man in his thirties, and his face looked very strong, but he was not the black knight's opponent at all, and he had no ability to dodge in the face of the black knight's slash.

"This, this level of evil, evil spirit knight is not something we can deal with at all, Captain Hank Knight is dead, let's run away!" A silver knight looked at the black knight's scarlet gaze, and was directly frightened, the posture of the knife towards the Hank knight just now made him unforgettable, this matter has become a nightmare that haunts him for a lifetime, and he does not dare to face this terrible knight bred from the battlefield again.

However, the retreat of the knights did not affect the black knight, and its murderous intent from the battlefield was high and it charged at the group of living creatures, the knight's sword could not make it feel fearful at all, killing all the living creatures in front of it was the only thing it should do to come back from the dead, it was like a command rooted in its soul.

The knight's wail could not stop its slaughter at all, and the saber bloomed like a flower, as if with some kind of melody, and quickly slashed at the heads of the other knights, and the picture of the heads flying in unison even gave people a strange beauty, not so much a simple killing, but more of an art of killing.

The Black Knight doesn't remember much about what happened after that, and when it had memories again, it was already in hell as cannon fodder for an unknown legion, it seemed to have been summoned by a necromancer, and after being initially strengthened by a necromancer, it rushed into battle with other undead who were in a mess, killing countless enemies, and at the same time countless of its kind fell.

On that battlefield of fire and blood, it brushed shoulders with death countless times, even if the armor on its body was tattered, and the war horse didn't know where it died, maybe it had already left itself halfway through the charge, and it slowly slashed a short and thin cannon fodder demon with a saber that had several large gaps and cracks all over its body.

The Black Knight, whose body was close to being scrapped but not partially recovered, eventually collapsed on the battlefield in the heat of battle, perhaps it was once a very great knight, but now it is just a ghast that is unwilling to die, an undead knight who lives only to kill forever and ever.

A tall steel golem noticed the undead knight, who had not yet been completely dead, and with the orders of its master, it began to indiscriminately attack unidentified units that had not been marked by its friend or foe, and its shoulders spewed out a large amount of hot steam, and it swung its fist into the black knight's head, which was where the soul fire was.

At this moment, the black half-moon slash flashed away, only to see a pitch-black mantis-type creature flash, the thin insect wings vibrated at high speed, the mantis-type monster waved its blade-like arm and quickly cut off the body of the steel puppet, the steel puppet exploded in an instant, its heart core was cut apart by the mantis demon in an instant, and it could only helplessly become a broken copper and iron, quietly staying on the battlefield waiting for rebirth.

"An undead who has no self-consciousness, even if it is left alone, it will soon die on the battlefield, and this undead will not have any merit after killing, so leave. The mantis-type demon pondered, then stepped on the pile of corpses on its hind legs and leaped heavily, the insect wings quickly opened and flapped, and disappeared into the air in three times and two times.

What the demon didn't know was that the black knight raised his knife and stuck it on the ground to support his broken body in half, and its trembling eyes stared at the direction in which the demon left, as if in a moment just now, it was truly free, and the necromancer who controlled it died, and it had some strange emotions for unknown reasons, so it kept looking at the sky.

The battlefield is over, the warring sides are not victorious, all they can do is to gather the remnants and return to their own territory to lick each other's wounds, in addition to the surrounding group of ill-intentioned fellows coveting the injured sides, the weak state of being injured in hell is often a sign of death to come.

The Black Knight limped on its wandering journey, battling countless demons, monsters, and monsters in the wilderness of hell, and it also needed to be constantly vigilant about its surroundings, and sometimes an insignificant bug or a mundane flower on the side of the road could kill it.

Constant fighting, continuous repair of wounds to become stronger, the body was broken again and again, but again and again stubbornly recovered, the recovered body became more powerful and powerful, just like this, the constant fighting, exactly the same thing as what it did after recovery before, only now it will look up in that direction every time it is safe, maybe one day it will be able to see the fleeting black figure again.

......

"Hmm, I had a dream before?" the black knight with a hideous ghost face thought about holding his reforged saber, it didn't know what was going on with the memory fragment just now, the undead would not have such a thing as a dream, and sleep was a completely unnecessary thing, although it saw the dark figure again, but it was completely different from the vague figure in the memory.

"My lord, what should we do next?" a demon warrior tried to ask, he hadn't heard of a demonic creature like Nightmare Knight who needed sleep, could it be mutated?

"Once the enemy has been cleared, go back to the defensive line and wait for the general's orders. "It stood up and returned to the monster war horse that he had captured in his wandering career, although the initial encounter was very bad, but now this war horse can be regarded as his old buddy, and there is even a faint assimilation reaction between them, because they have been together for a long time, so they affect each other?