As Cappelen led her Broken Blade Knights farther away, a humming sound finally introduced a different commotion within the continuously roaring waterfall.
A stone wall slowly rose, parting the water flow, cleaving through the fall, and revealed a stone passageway, which caught Shane's eye.
Inside the stone passageway, there were even more figures crowding together than before.
The next second, they burst out thunderously, swarming out like a school of fish, accompanied by an overwhelming aura.
They were all knights.
Knights from all countries around the world.
These knights, each with different equipment, had now formed battalions of armies as they flooded out of the passageway and surrounded the entire scene.
Shane watched the scene unfold, yet without making the slightest movement, just standing there, motionless, like a statue.
Thus, numerous knights filled the area, completely encircling it.
Shane was surrounded by a large group of knights, even engulfed by their intimidating presence.
The knights all watched this cloaked figure whose face was obscured, their eyes blazing with ferocity.
Upon closer inspection, their eyes flickered with specks of ghastly green, rendering them as fearsome as the ghostly soldiers of hell.
Among them, the most terrifying, with the most savage aura and the greenest eyes, was Lymco.
Lymco was the leader of this army, standing at the forefront of the multitude of knights, confronting Shane from afar, his expression chilling to the bone.
The atmosphere began to freeze.
The air pressure plummeted.
A heavy oppressive force permeated the area, spreading a tremor-inducing silence.
Lymco broke the silence.
"The rat that sneaked into our Holy Sanctuary, is it you?"
Lymco looked coldly at Shane, and for a moment, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind.
Why does this person seem vaguely familiar?
This thought crept into Lymco's head.
But the thought was quickly replaced by a surge of killing intent and anger.
Lymco was indeed furious, harboring an impulse to dismember this mysterious person before him.
Initially, Lymco had been sent outside by the High Priest to search for unfamiliar intruders.
However, after finding nothing and reporting back, it wasn't long before an incident occurred at the base.
And it was no small incident.
Just now, the High Priest had called Lymco back, berating him furiously with murderous intent, informing him that someone had infiltrated the base and silently taken away the Imperial Concubine's pleasure tools from the basement.
This was unbelievable for Lymco.
After all, he had rigorously searched the area, and considering the base's secrecy and the constant vigilance of the High Priest's "Death Corridor," it should have been impossible for anyone to breach undetected and spirit people away.
Especially since so many female knights had been taken out of the basement without a trace; it was inconceivable.
No matter how one thought about it, the feat seemed impossible.
But regardless, the fact remained that the basement was indeed empty.
Although Lymco had never been inside the basement, nor had the High Priest ever entered, apart from the Imperial Concubine, no one had ever set foot in there. Yet now, the High Priest's "Death Corridor" could not detect any living beings' presence there, proving that besides a group of corpses, no one was left.
This was negligence on both the High Priest's and Lymco's parts.
The High Priest was furious, venting his anger on Lymco, and so naturally, Lymco could only vent all his anger on Shane, the apparent culprit. Read ahead and get updates by visiting *.
Lymco's face, filled with rage, unleashed a vast killing intent and magic power towards Shane, even mingled with a frigid breath.
This was the only matter Lymco cared about.
He suspected that there must have been an internal issue that allowed someone to infiltrate and take so many people without a trace.
Perhaps there was an insider.
Or maybe there was some secret passage.
No matter what it was, he needed to figure it out.
Otherwise, the Poisonous Consort was no pushover, and once blame was assigned, not only he but even the High Priest would not be able to escape the consequences.
Shane said nothing. Instead, he merely curled the corners of his lips in mockery and unsheathed the Holy Sword from his waist.
His posture and demeanor needed no explanation.
Lymco's eyes turned colder, his heart filled with even intenser murderous and vicious intent.
Since he had undergone the refining of his body with "Spirit Essence," Lymco's strength had greatly increased, and with it, the darker aspects of his psyche were magnified.
This led to Lymco ceasing to hide his inner desires, becoming utterly uninhibited in his actions.
Here, he could kill whoever he wanted, regardless if they were once his subordinates.
Here, he could claim whoever he desired, completely shedding the pride that once made him look down on anyone but Luoqi.
Had Moro not forbidden anyone from entering the basement and interacting with those female knights, they might not have just been Moro's playthings for whipping and agitating Cappelen. Instead, they could have been utterly broken and defiled by someone like Lymco, unable even to experience despair before turning into ruined dolls.
Even Cappelen might have fallen victim to Lymco's malignance—rather than bustling with life as she was now, she might have chosen suicide over a life in disgrace, wouldn't she?
Lymco had long since ceased to be the Lymco of the past; he had become a devil that had fallen into the Abyss.
It was because the High Priest had made a promise to Lymco that as long as he killed his Uncle Yuri and Yuri's brother-in-law Sona in the name of justice, he would gain everything.
From that moment on, the old Lymco might as well have died.
The current Lymco was merely a human-shaped demon, possessed by the dark side of his heart and his desires, his murderous intent and strength almost instantly reaching their peak.
Without any hesitation, Lymco ordered the knights around him.
Instantly, a green glint flashed in the knights' eyes.
In the next instant, all the knights rushed toward Shane.
The weapons in their hands became pure instruments of violence, thrust out one after another, enveloping Shane's position.
Shane's figure was instantly submerged by countless knights.
With a roar, an immense magic power swept out from the center of the crowd of knights that engulfed Shane.
The knights who had swamped Shane were blown away by the sweeping surge of magic power.
With screams echoing, the blown knights crashed around like trash—one after another smacking onto the ground, into bushes, trees, some even being swept up into the sky, disappearing without a trace, lifting a wave of mournful cries.
The remaining knights also halted their charge, the green glow in their eyes fading, replaced by a surge of fear.
Shane stood in his original place.
His body was engulfed in magic power like a tornado, reaching up into the sky and disturbing the atmosphere.
The surrounded prey had suddenly become a God Spirit that shocked the entire arena.
The God Spirit then cocked his head and tugged at the corner of his mouth, as if puzzled and confused, and uttered two words.
The clearly audible words fell into Lymco's ears, and they were nothing short of the greatest insult.
But before Lymco could react, Shane's figure suddenly vanished.
A sense of extreme danger erupted in Lymco's heart.
He was a genius by birth, and as the son of a Duke from the Imperial Family, his blood ran with the Blood of the Brave, albeit diluted and incomparable to that of the Royal Family, yet far more gifted than the average person.
Such Lymco, when he joined the Guard Knights, was already seen by many as the hope of a new generation, even believed to be a suitable successor to Aridia Elbein. Despite being only in his twenties and not yet Level Eighty, he still possessed extremely high combat prowess.
Now, with his body refined by the Spirit Essence and having raised his level to Eighty-four, Lymco was certainly not an ordinary knight.
Thus, without thinking twice, Lymco drew his sword and slashed it forward.
There, amid a faint sound of tearing through the air, a figure cloaked in a cloak suddenly appeared unannounced, just in time to enter Lymco's strike zone.
From beneath the hood, a slightly surprised voice indicated that the opponent hadn't anticipated Lymco to be so sharp, so decisive.
In the loud clash, Lymco's slashing sword was deflected.
Knocked aside by Shane with his empty hand, as if swatting a fly.
Shock coursed through Lymco's heart.
But this was the gap between him and Shane.
The son of a Duke with the Blood of the Brave?
Such an opponent was no longer a match for the current Shane.
Shane didn't even draw his sword but simply kicked fiercely at Lymco's chest, knocking him to the ground.
Lymco felt an acute pain in his chest, his entire body was flipped over, and he groaned in pain.
And at that moment, Shane had already stepped onto the overturned Lymco, pressing down heavily on his chest.
As the dull impact sounded, Shane's foot had landed firmly on Lymco.
Lymco couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.
The same judgment once again came from Shane's mouth.
Immediately after, Shane kept bombarding Lymco's chest with one kick after another.
"Thud!" "Thud!" "Thud!" "Thud!" "Thud!"...
The dull thuds kept sounding, while Lymco's groans and wails continued to rise up, unceasing.