I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

51 – Disciplined Apostle – (1)

The gigantic knight, Atral, drew his huge sword and began to move slowly.

The five horns attached to the jawbone emit a dark blue light.

“Kill Irn. Kill the renegade Isgovan. Follow God.”

“Do I shoot both of them like that?”

Yuriard unexpectedly fired mana, but it couldn’t pierce Atral’s armor.

No, it just bounced off without even getting a scratch.

Seeing that, Atral let out a low laugh.

“It has also weakened. Uriad is old. I am not old. got stronger It’s not scary.”

“While I couldn’t see you, your snout became lighter.”

Atral raised the hand holding the greatsword.

“Get ready!”

Along with Yuriad’s cry, the knights inside the tent flew in unison and prepared for an attack.

Separated from the temple, the only people inside the tent here are the grand duke, several nobles and his knights, and Yuriad and I, and lastly, Lynthia.

Even if all the Guardian Knights gathered, it would be difficult to deal with the apostles. It couldn’t have been a bad situation.

can i win

I recalled memories from the game.

Stingy Apostle Atral.

One of the Church’s five apostles and a brief enemy in the fifth act. Even though it appeared as an event, it was an apostle that touched the hearts of all gamers with its bloody visuals and overwhelming directing.

Even Atral was not a boss that could be killed according to the story of the game. This was because even a slight drop in stamina would immediately retreat.

He is later killed by a corrupted Lautrec in an event scene. The reason is probably because of the civil war that took place inside the church. not sure. This unkind game of raising an empress did not tell us all about the inside story.

In any case, Atral, who could be briefly dealt with in the game, boasted formidable fighting power. He swung the sword, which looked huge even at first glance, and slaughtered the knights.

And.

‘I summoned articles from foreign media at regular intervals.’

As soon as he reached that point, Atral plunged his sword deep into the ground.

As the man-tall greatsword was driven into the ground nearly halfway, a vibration that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth rang out. Lyncia was about to lose her balance and fall, so she managed to pull her into her arms and catch her.

“Is it a summons? Your residual talent has improved, Atral.”

An armored hand protruded from the gap behind the curtain. It’s not just one, it’s many.

Soon after, the foreign knights who came out of the curtain were slightly smaller than Atral, but still had huge bodies and different weapons. There is a mad fighting spirit in the calmly shining eyes.

The number of foreign press articles is five in total. Each of them possessed fighting power comparable to that of a tolerable knight.

Watching this from a distance, I got up from my seat.

“It’s the worst.”

As Cora said.

Also, bad luck.

I drew my sword.

I don’t know why the apostle Atral jumped out. But judging from his attitude, he must be trying to deal with the traitor who killed Lynthia and Slaine.

The problem is that the traitor is me.

I might really die this time.

Still, it was thanks to the repeated battle experience of the past two months, so I didn’t shake too much. No, it was because of Eina and this old lady’s bullsh*t that she went back and forth between life and death many times.

It’s good. I prepared to fight alongside the other knights.

“Freed.”

“Yes.”

Lyncia grabbed my sleeve.

“Please. don’t die Don’t get hurt.”

She let out a quick-fire shot and added softly.

“Don’t disappear like Fried.”

“All right.”

“You can’t disappear from my presence, never.”

“Yes.”

“It’s a must.”

sorrowful expression. I remembered the look on Melina’s face beside her corpse.

as if in response.

[Notice – The Empress’s stress level has increased! ]

＞ Current stress level [ 7(+1) / 10 ]

Well, there was nothing strange about it.

In a situation where you are already sensitive, it must be hard to hold on to your mind because this has exploded.

No matter how much she raised her mental strength, Lynthia was still too young to endure such adversity.

“Yes. It is a must.”

I swore on her little finger.

At the same time, the status window opened.

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Lyncia Hodier Irn

[Achievement Level: 2 / Empress of Twilight]

[Leadership 6] [Power 6(+1)] [Intelligence 6]

[Spirit 7 (+2)] [Charisma 6] [Luck 6 (+1)]

[Stress 7/10]

[Attribute List]

– Obsession

[Remaining Survival Points 8]

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After thinking about it for a while, I decided to invest one point in intelligence and luck.

It’s not a stat that will be of great help right away, but there’s nothing wrong with not having it.

[required survival score 4] [required achievement level 2]

＞Y/N

[required survival score 2] [required achievement level 1]

＞Y/N

[Luck 7(+2)] [Intelligence 7(+1)]

Tiriling.

Hearing the pleasant sound effect, I jumped out of my seat.

*

“Whoa.”

As I let out a cold breath and swung the sword in my hand, there was a roar that seemed like the world would split apart.

The knight in front of him raised his sword and tried to slash it, but the massive greatsword shattered the sword and sent the knight flying dozens of feet away.

Not dead. However, the knight fell to the ground and struggled, breathing heavily as fragments of his broken armor were lodged in his chest.

“weak.”

Atral put away his sword and murmured.

There was no need to deal with a knight who could not even properly handle his own sword.

He surveyed the battlefield with a hawk’s eye. The foreign press and the knights were engaged in a fierce battle. Among them, there are three knights who stand out.

All three were faces that Atral knew.

The sage Yuriad, the light purple haired elf knight, and the renegade Iscobal.

Yuriard and the elven knight had crossed swords twenty years ago. At that time, he suffered a painful defeat, but now he has become an apostle. Atral had confidence that he would never lose.

Finally, a knight with gray hair. See Fried Iscobal. He was barely getting the sword of a foreign knight.

It was a crude and practical swordsmanship, but the power contained within it was indeed strong. However, he seemed to be holding back his power. The silver blade contained just the right amount of mana. From Atral’s point of view, Fried’s actions seemed to be nothing but conserving his strength for the future battle with himself.

If you fight with mana on that strong body, it will definitely be a good match.

“good. Arwen is an asshole. Break that nose.”

Arwen, the Apostle of Corruption, spoke as if that knight could defeat him.

But even if I thought wrong, I was wrong for a long time.

Atral never thought that he would lose to that knight.

“Traitors kill.”

Atral drew his sword and made a great leap.

Even though he was wearing heavy armor, he bounced more than twice his height and fell towards Fried with his sword held upside down.

Soon, there was a roar and the ground around it dug in as if a meteorite had fallen.

But there was no Fried’s flattened body beneath his feet.

“fast. Like it. I think you can enjoy it.”

“What a crazy bastard… … .”

The knight in front of me cursed at me, but I ignored it and drew the sword stuck in the ground and swung it.

The wet soil was dug into clumps, creating a field of mud around it.

Instead of receiving the greatsword, Freed ducked to avoid it and burrowed inside. It was a good move. However, Atral threw out his left fist.

Fain!

A gong sounded.

Fried received Atral’s fist with the hilt, but fell out. He staggered to get into position.

And Atral did not miss that opportunity. In an instant, he approached me at close range and struck down his sword.

――Quagagak!

“Hoo.”

Atral was deeply impressed.

The knight in front of him raised his sword and took his own greatsword without even taking a posture. If it was a normal knight, it was normal for the waist to be folded. However, the knight in front of me is a sword that does not even properly contain mana, and is blocking it with only the power of the body.

“It is a well-trained body. it’s not good Like it. You can enjoy it.”

“… … Ugh.”

Fried struggled to push the sword away with all his might, but each time he did so, the foot he supported began to sink deeply into the ground.

It was because of the rain that the ground was soft.

But even so, Atral’s greatsword was steadily being pushed back.

Atral understood what Arwen was thinking when he said that.

It was understood that she coveted.

Fried Iscobal was the most potential knight among the knights here. I could tell just by looking at this superhuman body.

“Sure, I win.”

Atral burned with fighting spirit and put power into the hand holding the sword.

I thought black smoke was swirling, but the power contained doubled.

“Ugh!”

Freed finally twisted his wrist and deflected the sword.

The greatsword stuck into the ground, but Atral didn’t care and slapped his left foot. Freed, who was kicked directly at his defenseless chest, fell out again and rolled on the floor.

Looking at the gray knight covered in mud, Atral’s chin rattled.

“what a waste. but it kills That is the revenge of a subordinate.”

Power naturally enters the hand that is clenched into a fist. The corners of his mouth, which had been blunt, also rose at some point.

The apostle Atral was clearly agitated by the smell of the battlefield he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Since becoming immortal, he has continued to roam the battlefield in search of stimulation. Maybe it was because his emotions had softened after more than a few decades of repetition, but Atral was not satisfied with most opponents.

But now, he was feeling satisfied.

“I feel good.”

“… … Keugh.”

“Isgoban is good. Satisfies me. good. It is stimulating.”

“… … what?”

“It means that it is a poor body. The best. You can have fun.”

Atral spit out his emotions, but the knight in front of him only looked at him with a blank expression.

What he finally said was this.

“It’s weird, it’s gay!”