Chapter 82 What kind of knights are you? ! [First order] (First update)
"Where did this country bumpkin knight come from? Get out of here!"

The three lance teams that served as the vanguard surrounded them.

With dark blue lances erected in the silvery full-body armor, three imperial knights flew towards Danji like arrows.

Danji also urged the horse on, and the strong wind filled his mouth, amplifying his whispering voice.

“No justice!”

The tip of the fine iron spear suddenly accelerated, flashing with a faint light, and brushed past Danji's cheek without him blinking.

The first lance hit the neck of the Knight of the Imperial Order, and the hard iron armor was instantly dented.

The heavy iron clamped the body and flew directly off the horse's back and fell heavily to the ground.

“No fair!”

The second knight rushed forward, brandishing a long sword, and the tip of the sword slid lightly towards Black William's neck.

Just as they were about to touch, an iron hand grabbed the sword.

He looked up and saw a blurry and infinitely angry face.

The broken gun barrel hit his face horizontally, even denting the mask.

Yellow, white, red, and black flowed directly out from the tiny gaps in the bird-beak shaped helmet.

"No guard!"

He grabbed a new lance and deflected the incoming arrows.

Black William pawed his hooves and leaped forward, and Dange's lance slid into the heart of the third Knight of the Order like water.

It was as if there was a track in the air, the way his lance should be.

He held the lance high, and on top of it was a body.

In the end, the waterwheel rider's fierce roar was heavier and louder than the sound of horse hooves.

"What kind of knights are you?!"

The fourth and fifth lance teams surrounded them again.

The lance in his hand seemed to be flying, when the horse jumped, when the body twisted, every movement of Danji was just right.

The silver light penetrated the human body, drawing long bloody paths, and the knights who were rushing in panic fell off their horses one by one.

"Damn it, it's the Champion's Order Knight, switch to the pincer formation!"

"Where does this lunatic come from!"

"Second Imperial Company, send four more lance squads!"

The Prince of Condé took off his helmet.

The golden-red sunlight spread over his long black hair. This dark-skinned man who looked like a middle-aged farmer was like a mighty lion.
The lion looked from afar at the down-and-out knight who was rushing left and right.

He was wearing a plain black tunic and snake-patterned vest. He didn't even have a beak-shaped helmet, only the cheapest barrel-shaped one.

But under his lance, no one could break through that small pass.

"Your Highness, I suggest that we leave a few people here to entangle him, and the rest of us go around from both sides to chase him."

Prince Condé did not look at the monk in black.

His silent eyes stared at the overconfident knight: "When have I ever taken a detour? Just because of a knight?"

The mountains formed a huge black wall in front of the sunlight, green, black and red, and Danji couldn't tell what color it was.

But he could still hear the singing getting farther and farther away behind him.

Danji was breathing heavily with bloodshot breath.

Beside the Waterwheel Knight's horse hooves lay eighteen extraordinary knights and three broken lances.

If this were a knight competition, Danji would be the undisputed champion.

But here, only his enemies, the hills, the wind and the sun could bear witness.

Danji pointed the fourth broken lance forward, and the hills on both sides sank into shadows, as if they were part of the Holy Grail Knights.

Two hills, one man, one horse, and two thousand six hundred and eighty-two erected lances.

The surging black tide actually stopped in front of this small reef.

"Come on!" The Waterwheel Knight roared again, causing ripples in the black tide.

"You bandits! You can wield your knives against the weak, but you can only stand in fear against the strong?"

"Old Knight."

They have been old partners for ten years, so Prince Kongdai doesn't need to say much, the dragon blood horse can understand his intentions.

Carrying the giant on its back, the dragon-blood horse jumped and ran lightly, trotting towards Danji.

Danji also noticed the huge knight and raised his lance.

"Old knight, do you think those lowly country bumpkins will be grateful to you?"

Prince Kongdai appeared within earshot of Danji's words, and his voice was cold and hard: "How could they understand what justice is?"

"Have you ever understood what justice is?"

Danji's helmet had been knocked off and his hair was loose, hanging down his cheeks.

"Justice is the glory of knights and nobles. Do these common people understand it?"

“Why don’t they understand?”

"Because they are born lowly."

"wrong."

Having narrowly dodged the thrust of the lance by leaning sideways, Danji reached back and grabbed the attacker's neck.

"Wrong!" He pulled the man off the horse, raised his head, and Danji was still roaring:

“It’s because of you, you’ve forced all the kind people to death, and only the despicable people can survive!

You, you step on their innocent backs, press their heads into the mud, and still say complacently: Ah, how noble I am!
Why, you can let these poor people die so easily, and just wear a silk robe for yourself! "

"Without us, they'd just make everything chaotic."

"No, they will only be better off without you!"

"How do you know they will be better off without us?"

"I've seen it!" Many things flashed before Danji's eyes.

Cheerful but ugly singing, rice paste served on leaves, children running between low grass huts, eggs secretly stuffed into his helmet, and moonlight dancing in the campfire.

They have smiles on their faces, they are able to talk excitedly about tomorrow, and they are able to hold their heads high.

"I've seen it." Danji threw the last broken lance to the ground and drew out the long sword without a scabbard.

At this time of early October, there are cicadas buzzing and flapping their translucent wings.

Black William opened his mouth and gasped.

“I’ve seen it…” Danji laughed.

He thought of the 400 imperial companies of the Papal States, of the two legions of less than 200 men, of the unfortunate witcher who had to perform multiple duties, and of Horn's solemn psychic communication.

This was the happiest autumn he had had in forty years.

"Grand Master of the Holy Grail Knights of the Papal States, Danji Alfonso Hurd."

With his sword raised, Danji pointed it at the tall knight's head. That was a signal for the knights to invite each other for a one-on-one duel.

"Charle Ann Gordon-Finch, the King's Guard of the Kingdom of Leia, and the Chief of the Royal Guards."

Prince Condé handed the lance to the man beside him and picked up a long sword himself. "Is that fake pope worthy of your loyalty?"

"I owe no allegiance to anyone, I'm not like you."

"What about the emperor? What about the pope?"

Danji half-closed his left eye, blood flowing from his scalp, staining his eyes red.

Black William neighed and began his final charge.

The mountains in the distance stretched the evening light, shining obliquely on Danji's sword, making it sparkle.

"I am a running dog of justice. The only thing I can be loyal to is justice!"

The setting sun is as red as blood, and the sound of horse hooves is as weeping as tears.

When the hills finally blocked out the setting sun, the knights stood by the broken rope bridge and cursed.

On the other side of the cliff, the dark crowd was still singing and moving forward happily and lightly.

The ballad echoed in the valley, clear and distant.

In the ballad, there was a man holding a rabbit, waiting for Danji with doubt.

"Your Highness." The captain of the Fifth Imperial Order Company rode up to the prince, looking troubled. "I'm afraid we can't catch up with them. We can only send infantry to climb the mountain from the other side to chase them."

Prince Kongdai nodded, he gently squeezed the horse's belly, and the dragon blood horse trotted all the way to Danji's side.

Danji was lying on his back, with nothing under his right arm, his left calf bent outward, and a gash running from the corner of his eye to his temple.

Black William fell not far from him, with pink blood foam flowing from the corners of his mouth.

The dragon blood horse hung its head on its waist and abdomen, gnawing on its flesh.

"They all escaped, and you are my only gain."

Kong Dai got off his horse, squatted down, and looked at the knight in front of him who puzzled him.

In his opinion, considering this knight's age and the potential he has shown, he could even become a titled knight.

The reason why a titled knight is stronger than a royal knight is that he is stronger in this invisible and intangible thing.

Martial arts, weapons, breathing techniques, can all be acquired with time and money, but some things cannot be obtained, no matter how much practice you do, you just can’t acquire them.

"…They all escaped?"

"Yes, you blocked all of us by yourself, but what's the use? They can't escape."

"It works, it works." Danji opened his mouth and laughed. He used his tongue to push the blood out of the corner of his mouth. "You'll see."

Putting his finger on the tip of his nose, Kong Dai shook his head: "Do you have any last words?"

Looking at the half-white sky, Danji's eyes gradually became dim.

He used to like this kind of sky the most, which was both light and dark, half of it was night and the other half was day.

When he was young, he would always look at the sky like this, and his father, sitting in a wheelchair, would tell him stories about knights.

That man was disabled all his life and wrote knight novels all his life, but he never rode a horse until his death.

He once said that the greatest happiness for a knight is to die on the way to charge.

"Look……"

"What?" Kong Dai leaned close to his ear.

"Look, Jeanne..."

Danji showed his white teeth soaked in blood, and pointed at his chest with his left hand with difficulty:

"Look, chivalrous knight, right here."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

When the laughter died down, Condé closed his eyes out of respect for the knight.

(End of this chapter)