Chapter 120: Chapter 103: Who Says Only Those Who Ride a White Horse Are Heroes_2

She suddenly turned deathly pale, clutching her chest, and vomited a mouthful of foul blood.

The Blood Plague Curse was equally devouring the life force of all the civilians, and it was clear that this woman and her child wouldn’t survive much longer...

Colin struggled to suppress the anger he felt towards the nobles deep within his heart. He yelled, drawing the Long Spear from his back and pinning the third twisted monster to the ground.

All the warriors Lin Lan brought on this expedition were elite soldiers from battles at the border, yet from the start, these warriors were immersed in fierce struggle.

Because there were simply too many noble slaves twisted by the Blood Plague!

Thousands upon thousands of humanoid Blood Plague monsters continuously crawled over the other side of the city wall, like wave upon wave of crimson sea, wanting to drown the faint light in an endless sea of blood.

At that moment, the dark sky suddenly lit up.

The Light Cannon from the Shattered Star descended upon the very center of the Lion Heart Palace!

Boom!!!

The ground began to tremble violently as tens of thousands of flesh monsters were blown into the air! Before they could even scream, they were turned to ashes within the extreme light and heat.

The majestic Royal Palace collapsed with a roar amidst the wind and snow, crushing countless slaves inside the walls.

This was an unfeeling massacre!

The pressure on the warriors to protect the civilians lessened slightly.

"Maintain formation! Move forward!"

The command of the Sun Legion Commander resounded not far away.

Colin pulled the Long Spear from the corpse of the monster, making his way toward his comrades, while the torrent of sunlight began to press forward.

The wind and snow impeded the warriors’ steps, and the maddening shifting colors nearly made Colin unable to open his eyes.

But he dared not stop, for every moment, nobles’ servants with twisted smiles rushed at the innocent civilians, and every minute someone died in despair right in front of him.

"You disgusting monsters! Come at me if you dare!!"

Colin squeezed the shout from the depths of his lungs,

Ironically, the battle prowess of these noble servants was stronger than that of the nobles and their Guards. Their deep-felt fanatic understanding of Lion Heart’s radiance fit perfectly with the Blood Plague Curse.

Colin panted heavily, feeling the War Axe in his hand growing heavier. He’d already lost count of how many monsters he’d cut down, yet an uncountable number of civilians still closed their eyes forever before him.

Hundreds of thousands of ordinary people lived in the bustling Royal City.

What could thirty-odd people save among so many lives?

The Centurion of the Ark swung his sharp axe recklessly, voluntarily breaking away from his team.

Because he saw a gray-faced child sitting vacantly beside the remains of his parents, with several twisted figures already opening their fangs toward the child!

Colin couldn’t ignore those pitiable people, because he knew he once was one of them.

Just as the Lord said.

’Thousands upon thousands of innocents are suffering, and you must stand before them.’

Even little people must have their own persistence, and young people will eventually find their own path.

Colin never planned to be a coward who abandoned his heart, even if ahead lies the true meaning of a dead end!

"For the Lord!!"

The young man roared, splitting the bodies of the devotees with his sharp axe, but the final desperate counterattack from a monster made Colin pay the price.

The Sun Armor had already become shattered and dilapidated in the fight, a bone spike of blood pierced precisely through Colin’s abdomen.

He knelt helplessly on the ground, his vision growing dimmer.

Lord Roland... I did it...

I’ve never... regretted...

·

"It’s all chaotic... everything outside is chaotic..."

In the dirty, dim chamber, someone was peering through the crack of the door, nervously observing the horrifying scene on the street.

Many skinny children curled up in the corner of the room, tightly closing their eyes, their faces extremely pale. A groom missing a leg calmly treated the children’s wounds.

Suddenly, the old cobbler at the door let out a cry.

"What happened?" The groom lifted his head, his eyes weary.

"A Knight from the Southern Territory saved a child, and then fell not far away."

The old cobbler replied excitedly, with a lowered voice, "I saw him kill several monsters before getting injured!"

"So what?" The groom furrowed his brow.

The old cobbler swallowed hard: "I want to bring them back to save them."

"Are you crazy? Old Buck, those monsters will eat you alive!"

The groom with a limp shouted, "Stop spreading your misplaced kindness here! We can only help so many people!"

"But the surrounding monsters were cleared by that Knight, now only we can help them..."

Old Buck hesitated: "If the Southern Lord wins, our effort to help rescue soldiers would be a great deed, wouldn’t it?"

The groom fell silent.

"Even if the Southern Lord wins, our days will remain unchanged."

After a while, he spoke coldly, "Every noble lord in the world is the same."

"But I’m still willing to believe them once, these old eyes of mine are never wrong, Old Nate."

The old cobbler lowered his tone: "I can see that Knight is a kind-hearted young man, just like my deceased son..."

"You... huh, suit yourself!"

The limping groom was momentarily speechless, pointed begrudgingly at the other: "Get moving, go die outside quickly! Without you, old dog, I’d have a lot less hassle!"

The wrinkles on the old cobbler’s face instantly smoothed out.

He cautiously opened the hidden door in the depths of the stable, leading a listless old donkey from the corner.

The crimson wind and snow grew increasingly terrifying, the old cobbler gritted his teeth, braving the gale and rode the donkey to the fallen Knight’s side.

Panting, he bent down, using all his strength to lift the Knight onto the donkey’s back.

But the Sun Armor was too heavy for him to move.

At that moment, another hand supported the Knight’s body.

The groom with a limp had somehow also arrived beside the old cobbler, limping, spouting foul words. Both of them held the donkey hastily, transporting the unconscious Centurion and child back to the dim chamber.

A drone in the shape of a moth flapped its wings beside the stable.

The shadow of the Shattered Star passed overhead, and countless monsters rushing toward the stable chamber were instantly torn to pieces by tracer bullets.

Lin Lan smirked at the screen.

"A civilian actually took the initiative to help our warriors..." Ed’s expression was strange.

"That’s one of the reasons I believe people are worth saving."

Lin Lan nodded, a hint of relaxation finally appearing on his face: "Who says only those who ride white horses are heroes?"

This unexpected turn of events actually isn’t bad.

He still needed a ’Southern Knight’ who could truly connect with the civilians.

They skipped over this little interlude and refocused their attention on the Lion Heart Royal Palace undergoing mutation.

Space had completely twisted; the palace that should have sunk into the ground was suspended in midair, its surface depicting a depression into the Endless Profound Abyss.

The roaring of the Doragon People emanated from within, echoing in everyone’s ears.

The heavy cannon was recharging!

·

Meanwhile, two hundred meters away on the sea near Camelot.

Sigma stood on the swaying deck, gripping a monocle, his complexion already dark to the extreme.

He couldn’t tell if the sky was shrouded by a black storm or a muddy sea of blood.

Madmen! They’re all madmen!

If Roland fails and perishes in this farce, all his investments would go to waste!

Why not stay honestly and safely in the rear? He could have developed the island territory in the Southern Territory steadily!

Even if half of Lion Heart Island sank, it wouldn’t matter much. As long as the Governor nodded, the Alliance could help the Ark establish a brand new nation! 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

As long as he kept his base intact, what did it matter if more people died? Moreover, those ignorant civilians were entirely unnecessary to save!