Super Righteous Player
Chapter 204 - 202: Shadow Lock and the Detester_1

Chapter 204: Chapter 202: Shadow Lock and the Detester_1

Kafney was well aware of what she was facing.

This knight clad in blood armor was none other than one of the three hundred valiant knights of the War God, the Red Knight—

...one of them.

Each of these "valiant knights" had fought to their death on the most ferocious battlefields. They were protected by the War God and, upon death, were given a physical body once more, becoming a walking embodiment of "war."

That was a more cultured way of putting it.

Simply put, they had become mercenaries under the War God.

The "valiant knights" were among the easiest emissaries of the True God to summon, with no equal.

As long as the ritual requirements of the Red Knight were met, they could be summoned to the present world... and the ritual of summoning the "valiant knights" had been spread far and wide by the missionaries of the Red Knight, so as to maintain the continuation of local wars in a peaceful environment.

"...Tsk."

Kafney pursed her lips, slightly annoyed.

She should have reminded Sir Annan to call upon the valiant knights...

The ritual requirements for "Ritual: The Descent of the Valiant Knight" were only "an impending Transcendent war" and "Low-level Influence: The Scent of War," which were the rarer materials. The rest of the materials could all be bought from the markets of the common people:

For instance, rusted sword blades stained with blood, armor imbued with the ambiance of the battlefield, a horse’s complete skull... and a tube of old soldier’s fresh blood.

Low-level Influence was a by-product of Twisted Spells, and war itself was a ritual scene. They almost cost nothing— even mortals could substitute them with charms containing elements of "war" to perform the summoning.

Beyond that, the only restriction...

...was that if "the other side of the war" had already successfully summoned a valiant knight, this side would no longer be able to summon one.

This was a measure taken by the Red Knight to encourage summoning of the valiant knights.

Because the side that summoned the valiant knights was obligated to initiate a war within a day. If they summoned valiant knights but relied on this suppressing force to coerce their opponent into ending the war outside of the battlefield and seize benefits, then that was a betrayal and exploitation of the War God.

If they eventually chose to retreat and did not initiate a war, then the valiant knights would turn to attack them. Therefore, the valiant knights were also known as "the Warlords of the Red Knight."

So when one thought about it, Sir Annan not summoning the valiant knights also made sense, since they were in a defensive position. And it was also uncertain whether the other side was Transcendent...

"...But it’s just a pity."

Kafney slightly opened her eyes, her hands subconsciously clenching.

The red luminescence that represented strength and courage flickered violently in her eyes—under the enhancement of psychic power, countless shadow tendrils emerged from the huge pool of shadow cast in front of her.

Kafney knew the valiant knights well and naturally understood that the safest battle strategy was to restrain their charge.

A valiant knight who could not charge was just like an ordinary silver-ranked Swordsman without any special abilities.

But to Kafney, that was also tantamount to restricting herself—

Kafney’s tendrils could only be summoned from the shadows cast by herself.

In other words... what lay beneath her skirt was merely "the last resort."

Once she unfolded her clothes, from the large shadow cast by the light source behind her—in every corner of the shadow, whether in the air or on the ground, she could freely shape the shadows into tendrils!

By then, the knight had already charged into the middle of the shadowed ground.

His armor screeched as if it were alive.

The tendrils seemed to have not reacted in time—

The blood-armored knight was already enveloped in a crimson torrent, charging forth like an ominous red comet!

But in the next moment.

Countless shadow tendrils shot out from the shadows on the ground and completely bound the knight in an instant!

All the tendrils came from behind him, firmly locking his neck, chest, arms—and the head and hooves of his armored steed below!

Over forty tendrils, each only as thick as a finger.

Yet they tightly bound the valiant knight, who was in the midst of a charge, to the spot!

The blood-armored knight, like a giant insect trying to break free from a web, continued to struggle fiercely.

But as Kafney’s eyes fully opened, the red luminescence at the bottom of her eyes suddenly surged!

Apart from the tentacles that emerged from the ground behind the knight, there were also tentacles manifesting from the void in all directions.

This batch of tentacles, each as thick as an adult man’s forearm, slowly tightened around the rock-solid knight amidst the creaking and groaning of armor, twisting his limbs and head into unnatural angles.

"Ergh—"

Under the overwhelming force, even as an emissary of a True God... the knight couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan.

His entire body radiated with a violent crimson aura as the tentacles creaked and groaned. For the moment, a stalemate ensued, but as one tentacle after another slowly joined the fray, the situation gradually began to shift in Kafney’s favor.

The knight was slowly dragged off his horse.

He immediately reached out to grab at the ground and walls around him, trying to break free from the chains. But the walls crumbled like tofu under his grasp, unable to change the fact that he was being dragged backward by the tentacles.

Until the knight was pulled to the center of the shadow—

Numerous tentacles emerged from the void in all directions, seizing every part of the knight’s body!

The tentacles hoisted him high off the ground, and no longer afforded him the chance to return to solid ground.

Without the support and leverage of the earth, the knight became utterly helpless in the air.

It seemed he would be slowly torn apart by the tentacles in midair.

But in the next moment,

A gunshot rang out—

The waist lantern behind Kafney was suddenly shattered by a bullet!

In that instant, the shadows in front of Kafney dissipated.

The dozens of tentacles binding the knight vanished like bubbles.

He, due to the tension of resisting the tentacles’ pull, fell directly to the ground and staggeringly, with great difficulty, got up—clearly, he was also seriously injured.

Kafney immediately turned her gaze in the direction of the gunshot.

There stood a man with a strange helm covering only the eyes, adorned with thirteen lenses, his mouth corners tainted with a touch of melancholic sorrow.

He held a very long, sniper rifle-shaped, grey behemoth of a firearm.

"...An emissary of the Grey Craftsman too?"

Kafney furrowed her brows.

This was the emissary of the False God "God of Memory and Despair," the Grey Craftsman, Desirer of None.

Their attacks are ineffective against the living, but they are the best interceptors and harassers—

Desirer of None can attack all thoughtless objects. Moreover, they can only be brought down by thoughtless attacks.

In other words, he’s immune to all contact attacks and nearly all direct damage spells, he cannot be cut by a sword, nor can he be hurt by arrows... but he can be injured by guns and crossbows.

In that moment, two tentacles suddenly sprung from beneath Kafney’s skirt, coiling around Kafney’s calves and gently tossed her out.

The blood-red streamers the knight thrusted were also easily dodged by her in such a manner.

"...Tch."

Kafney couldn’t help but click her tongue.

The situation before her was a bit troublesome...

Neither she nor the Desirer of None could touch each other.

But Kafney’s lamp had been broken by him.

Without the enhancement of shadow, facing two Silvers was perhaps also...

Just then,

"Princess Kafney, we’re here!"

A child’s exhilarating voice called out.

——The player has logged on.