Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 441 - Chapter 441 Chapter 441 Surprised or Unexpected

Chapter 441: Chapter 441: Surprised or Unexpected? Chapter 441: Chapter 441: Surprised or Unexpected? Gawain lifted his shield with his left hand, standing it before his chest.

Powerful enemies surrounded him, a total of five Heritage Knights, plus Lancelot.

Such a lineup, without a Fourth Tier Transcendent, could easily sweep through all of Europe.

Yet, there was no sign of tension on Gawain’s face.

It wasn’t that his strength was truly powerful enough to oppose all present, but Gawain’s will and spirit would not allow him to bow under any circumstance.

Because he was a Radiant Knight.

Destined to shine upon the world like the sun.

He extended his right hand, a cut opening in his palm, and crimson blood seeped out from it. At the same time, it seemed as if the sun in the sky was drawn to it, actively converging upon Gawain’s hand.

In an instant, a glowing longsword appeared in Gawain’s right hand.

The blood dispersed, forming special patterns that twined around the blade.

“Compared to your weapon, the so-called Sword of the Sun in Bedivere’s hand is but a stick,” Gawain pronounced.

As an opponent, Lancelot was also captivated by Gawain’s demeanor at that moment.

“Lanmaroc, you three and Bos go after the other two,” Lancelot ordered.

He turned his head to glance at Gerant standing on the column, “Keep an eye on the spatial changes, and don’t let him find a chance to escape.”

“No matter what happens, do not get close.”

Having made the earlier decision, Lancelot was like an arrow on the bowstring, unable to hold back; if Gawain did not die here today, then all he stood for would end here.

Therefore, he would not permit any possibility of failure.

To be honest, Lancelot did not know Gawain’s true strength, but as the only other Heritage Knight whose reputation matched his own.

Based on this alone, the ordinary Round Table Knights faced lethal danger any time they confronted Gawain.

In other situations, this might be okay, but facing the Radiant Knight at noon, even he felt uncertain.

Yet, he still wanted to try.

To try and see who was stronger between him and Gawain.

As a final show of respect for a worthy and revered opponent.

Lanmaroc nodded, staring at Gawain in the center and signaling the others with a look to slowly withdraw until they were out of Gawain’s attack range.

Then, discerning the direction, they rushed off towards where Roger and Abraham had just departed.

Four Heritage Knights against the other two enemies should be more than enough.

From beginning to end, Gawain had made no move; he merely stood with shield and sword in hand, watching everything indifferently, until Lancelot’s gaze returned to him once more.

“Do you intend to have a fair duel with me?” Gawain asked as he looked up at the sun hanging in the sky.

“This does not seem fair to you,” he remarked.

“But I want to try, to try and defeat you at your strongest!” exclaimed Lancelot, his silver hair dancing in the air, his tone light yet his face showing insurmountable pride.

He had awakened a rare Dragonborn bloodline, and although it was the lowest level of bloodline, the nobility of dragons was innate.

Gawain, however, shook his head.

“Lancelot, you’re always like this, no change in over a hundred years,” Gawain said.

Understood the contempt in Gawain’s eyes, proud Lancelot could not accept such slight. There was a faint sound from within his body, and Lancelot grew taller. His skin surface began to form icy scales, looking like ice crystals.

Transparent horns emerged amidst his silver hair.

He raised his right hand high, and at the same time, Gerant in the distance made the same motion. Their timing was perfectly in sync.

A strange noise came from the sky, and when Lancelot’s arm fell, in his right hand was now a broadsword composed of ice crystals.

This weapon was three times the width of a normal longsword and standing before his chest; it was as wide as half a door.

The tip of the blade was asymmetrical, with one side adorned with ice crystals the size of thumbs, which from a distance looked as though dragon scales were stripped and draped over it.

Named a sword, it more closely resembled a knife.

“Ready?”

Gawain took a half step back with his weight shifting forward and, in the instant he launched his attack, the genteel demeanor on his face vanished, his brows furrowed fiercely as an ominous aura surged forth from him.

“Embrace the greatness of the light!”

The voice eerily came from all directions around Lancelot, who scanned his surroundings to find himself encircled by six identical Radiant Knights, all attacking at once.

“Where the brilliance shines, everything else is naught!”

[Glorious]

……

Roger swallowed the Pale Blood he had drawn into his body, his strength now unlike any before. After some time researching, he had found a way to temporarily contain the Pale Blood within himself.

Having done all this, he turned and fled without hesitation, Abraham’s roar of fury chasing him, quickly followed by a powerful presence exploding midair.

In his hurried glance back, Abraham had once again transformed into the bizarre form he had assumed in New Moon City.

But compared to that hasty fusion back then, this time it was the peak power of a true Third-Tier that erupted from Gallagher!

No, it was even stronger.

Thump!

The air compressed as Abraham folded his wings in, spinning like a whirlwind with the tips of his wings sharp as drills; a flash in his eyes, and Abraham had already appeared in front of him!

Roger didn’t dodge like he had when facing Lanmaroc moments before. A gleam flashed in his eyes as he pushed the capabilities of the Quinn Dharma Seal to their limits.

He knew that his enmity with Abraham was a fight to the death, an insurmountable foe, and he needed to gauge the real gap between them.

If he couldn’t withstand even a regular charge from Abraham, there was no talking about the battles to come.

So he could not retreat from this strike.

And he had to block it!!

Strength flowed from the ground to his feet; Roger twisted his waist to exert force, for even without a weapon in hand, he was no longer the ordinary youth who first came to the island.

His body was his weapon, his arm was the blade!

[Heavy]

Roger roared, muscles bulging, not siphoning energy from the Pale Blood, but relying solely on the flesh toughened by the Dream Trials.

Boom!

The two figures collided, Abraham pushing forward wildly, the ground tearing apart as Roger’s body was flung back over ten meters, dragging a long mark in the dirt.

But in Roger’s eyes, there was no sign of defeat, only a burning desire for battle.

“Compared to a few months ago, you’ve just grown a bit taller, no other changes, huh?” Roger said to Abraham, an ease in his tone.

The rage and anger on Abraham’s face had long since vanished.

His hatred for Roger stemmed more from Roger’s strength.

If Roger were stronger than him and defeated him in a head-on fight, Abraham could have accepted that more easily.

But instead, Roger had taken advantage of his weakest moment with the most opportunistic and sneaky method to steal his most treasured possession.

This humiliation and helplessness left him with no outlet for his rage.

But now, Abraham had calmed down.

He was astonished to discover that the little insect he could have easily crushed a few months ago with minimal effort had unbelievably grown to stand on equal footing with him!

Roger exhaled and grabbed one of Abraham’s wings.

“It seems you haven’t grown weaker.”

“It’s that I’ve grown stronger!”

“Isn’t that a surprise?”

With that said, he slammed a fist into Abraham’s face.