Chapter 56: Desperate Suppression

“Sorry, I’m late.” George’s figure suddenly halted beside Corleon, the intense wind pressure fluttering the hem of his robe.

He lowered Ando, who had been carried on his back, and upon his feet touching the ground, Ando immediately collapsed and vomited.

George adjusted his breathing, gazing at the chaotic battlefield, his eyes filled with anger.

A wooden spear pinned a dark red figure to the ground, surrounded by a circle of dead warriors, and beyond them, warriors pushed away by the explosive pressure.

They were either collapsed or dazed, as if in a state of blurred consciousness.

“This is a fusion of the undead and demons, the purest form of evil,” Corleon said.

“I shall go to purify the evil.”

“May the Lord be with you.”

George stepped forward, adjusting his physical state in the manner taught by Borien.

He had sprinted all the way here, at a speed that even Ando, trained as a warrior since childhood, could not withstand.

Seeing the Knight Wolf at the center of the battlefield, he finally came to his senses and couldn’t help but step back, making way for George.

As George passed by, he slightly nodded at him.

Knight Wolf’s breathing involuntarily intensified; in his vision, George was enveloped in golden holy light, like golden armor, protecting him.

But the most captivating were his pupils, hidden with golden light.

Being gazed upon by these eyes felt like being judged; the unjust deeds one had committed constantly surfaced, impacting one’s consciousness.

However, this gaze was fleeting, and when Knight Wolf came back to his senses, he saw George picking up a blood-stained spear over three meters long.

“That’s just an oak spear; it can’t pierce its armor,” Knight Wolf couldn’t help but say.

He had seen it; in the melee, a warrior’s weapon struck that guy, yet even iron axes couldn’t break through the dark red armor on the opponent.

“Perhaps you need a mace to break his defense.” This was his combat experience; compared to sharp blades, maces were more suitable for breaking through iron armor.

“Thank you for the reminder, but to deal with such evil, this will be more effective.” George looked at Knight Wolf and nodded slightly, then the spear in his hand suddenly radiated holy light.

“This is…”

“Ah… it hurts, it hurts…” Pinned to the ground, Fur let out a suppressed roar.

This holy light made his body feel like it was being scorched by fierce flames; the conceptual armament on his body couldn’t block this burning.

He suddenly opened his eyes; the whites of his eyes were pitch black, and his pupils were blood-red.

Grabbing the wooden spear embedded in his chest with both hands, it was already full of cracks, looking extremely fragile.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pull out this fragile spear, and his hands felt burning.

‘Is this mysterious power? Interesting, I need to take some back for research.’ The last of the three voices previously resounded in his heart again.

The other two voices, although silent, could be felt trembling with fear.

‘My child, this is your destined enemy, the one you must defeat on your path to supremacy,’ the gentle voice said.

“But now your great army has not yet been formed, your power has not reached its peak, you should…”

“I should kill him!” Fur suddenly spoke, interrupting that voice.

He raised his hands, the conceptual armament on his body twisting, attaching blades to his fingers.

He suddenly stabbed down, directly digging out the pinned part.

His palms were burned, but Fur endured it, using his own flesh and blood to sever, pulling out the spear.

“It hurts, it hurts so much!” Throwing the spear aside, Fur trembled as he stood up, the part dug out from his chest quickly healing.

He looked up at George, who held a spear imbued with holy light.

It was this guy who threw the spear!

“Disgusting fellow.” He let out a low growl, then opened his right hand; the conceptual armament on his body melted, gathering and stretching on his hand, finally forming a dark red spear.

It was even longer than the one in George’s hand.

“Just a lowly thing…” he said, George was only wearing a linen shirt, with only leather armor on his upper body and an iron plate on his chest.

Compared to the well-equipped soldiers he had knocked down, it was almost nothing.

In his impression, only vagrants outside would wear such armor.

Even the equipment of the bandits he led was more refined than this.

“Evil, I shall judge you here!” George shouted, then crouched down, holding the spear and starting to charge.

“Heh, the spear in my hand is longer than yours, fool.” Fur let out a wild laugh, then assumed the same posture and began to charge.

Even though Borien had taught George, how could it compare to Fur, who had been trained since childhood?

With just a slight adjustment, Fur’s spear avoided George’s spear.

The smile on Fur’s lips widened, as if he had already seen himself piercing George first.

However, George suddenly swung his arm, overcoming the inertia of the charge with his strong physique, sweeping the spear in his hand horizontally.

At the moment of contact, Fur’s spear seemed to melt, breaking directly.

“What!” The blood-red pupils shrank sharply, then he was swept away by George’s returning swing.

Compared to delicate combat techniques, George was more accustomed to open and close fighting styles.

“Evil that can only hide in the dark shall be purified!” Saying this, George charged up, then leaped high, slashing down with the spear in his hand.

“Boom” This strike cracked the ground, but Fur rolled away to dodge.

“What the hell is this thing!” Fur’s eyes were angry, but deep inside, there was uncontrollable fear.

From his ribs to his neck, he was slashed open by George’s spear.

A blue flame emerged from the wound, trying to heal the body, but it was assimilated by the residual holy light, eventually turning into golden flames burning Fur’s wound, even showing signs of spreading.

‘See, my child, this is your destined enemy; you should be the ruler of all beings, sitting high on the throne, overlooking the weak fighting to please you.’ The gentle voice that was interrupted sounded again.

“…” Fur had no time to respond; George continued to swing the spear, slashing at him.

One of his eyes fixed on George, the other eye rotating to observe; he saw the warriors gradually regrouping under the knights.

“Yes, my child, armor, spears, to you, are just toys for entertainment; only all beings are your weapons.”

“…” Fur gritted his teeth; there was an unwilling anger in his heart, but the burning flame on the wound forced him to stay awake.

He suddenly raised his hands, grabbing the spear.

“Ah!” The burning pain made Fur scream; the spear easily cut off his fingers, but his strength barely deflected the spear’s trajectory, smashing it to the side.

Angrily bypassing George, he charged towards the gathering warriors.

“Not good!” Knight Wolf, who had been observing the battle between George and Fur, was shocked and quickly shouted, “Everyone, prepare to engage the enemy.”

But Fur did not charge into the formation; instead, he let out a roar.

“Listen to my command.” He said, pointing to George who was chasing from behind, “Stop him!”

Immediately, the warriors’ bodies froze, then their eyes were filled with crimson, letting out a roar, raising their weapons, and charging at George.

Even the already dead corpses trembled and crawled up from the ground.

“Calm down! Calm down! You are warriors of honor!” Knight Wolf, whose eyes were bleeding from a surge of will, shouted loudly.

As a knight, he barely resisted the opponent’s domination.

“Heh, weakling.” Fur looked at the slightly trembling Knight Wolf and let out a sneer, then slightly turned his gaze back, meeting Corleon’s eyes.

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