Volume 1, Chapter 46 – Crimson Eyes

Holy Light Impact.

As the signature skill of every Paladin, it was also the only skill that could grow significantly stronger along with one’s power.

The reason why Holy Light Impact was considered the Paladin’s defining skill was because its “visual effects” perfectly fit the image of a Paladin.

That’s right.

Although Paladins were generally humble people, that didn’t mean they didn’t enjoy showing off the grandeur of their profession.

At this moment, the NPC Paladin who had challenged the player named Duansheng Tingyu to a duel drew his sword from his waist, and the blade shone with a dazzling, radiant golden light.

“How terrifying… Just from the effects of this Holy Light Impact alone, Paladin Lancelot’s rank might soon reach the same level as Lady Fisiel’s…”

One of the older-looking Paladin NPCs spoke gravely, his tone serious and respectful.

“Yes, Gawain is right.”

The other Paladin NPCs present all nodded knowingly after hearing that Paladin’s words.

Wait a minute!

What the hell?!

Listening to their conversation from her hiding spot, Tianyin’s face twisted into a strange expression.

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Wait… what did they just say? Lancelot???

And what’s with Gawain?!?

Don’t tell me… these guys are actually the legendary Knights of the Round Table?!

Is there going to be a King Arthur too?!

And… Wait a second! You’re judging a Paladin’s strength based on their skill effects?!

Are you guys seriously supposed to be Paladins?!

At this moment, Tianyin was beginning to seriously doubt the credibility of these so-called Paladins, who might just be the mythical knights themselves.

But now wasn’t the time to complain about that.

Because the battle had already begun.

The raised sword had already swung down, and as the supposed Lancelot made his downward strike, the golden light burst forth before the blade had even fully moved.

That was an attack that had already been executed the instant Lancelot began his preparatory motion.

In simple terms, Lancelot had already completed both the swing and strike in one seamless motion.

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Such an attack, if it were aimed at Tianyin, would be absolutely impossible to dodge.

From where she stood, Tianyin could see the player Duansheng Tingyu seemingly stay still by the strike’s sheer intensity, or perhaps he simply hadn’t reacted at all.

And then, unexpectedly, a blood-red light suddenly appeared.

For a brief instant, Tianyin saw the image of the blood-eyed girl who had changed her job to Blood Knight the day before.

“Wait, that’s—”

Tianyin opened her mouth to speak, but the words caught in her throat and refused to come out.

Because the strike that should have been impossible to avoid was now being held back by the player Duansheng Tingyu.

Yes. Just moments ago, his hands had hung limply at his sides. But in the very next instant, those same hands had gripped Lancelot’s holy sword tightly.

“Drip…”

Strangely enough, although it was said that blood couldn’t exist in the Subworld, Tianyin could now clearly see red liquid seeping from Duansheng Tingyu’s hands, slowly dripping onto the floor.

For the first time, Tianyin was witnessing something in the Subworld that should only have been possible in the real one.

“Ah… it hurts.”

Duansheng Tingyu seemed to mutter to himself, and from where no one could see, his eyes began to glow a faint, sinister crimson.

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“Every time… it’s always like this…”

“My little sister… my sister ended up that way… because of people like you…”

He seemed to be saying something, but the distance was too great for Tianyin to hear. Besides, at this point, her attention was wholly captured by those bleeding hands.

That’s… blood…

Why…?

It’s just a game…

Why…?

Why would there be something like blood…?

Why?

She couldn’t understand.

But then, those hands that gripped the sword could hold on no longer. As Lancelot yanked his blade free with all his strength, a spray of blood splattered across the air.

“I didn’t expect you to actually hold my sword, outsider. I acknowledge your strength! But even so, I won’t let you block my next attack so easily!”

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Upon hearing Lancelot’s words, Duansheng Tingyu slowly raised his head.

“So it became like this… huh…”

Those eyes, now completely crimson, were filled with mindless madness.

“Why… must it be you… who attacks me…?”

“What… did you say?”

The instant those words left his mouth, Lancelot’s pupils contracted sharply.

Without thinking, he instinctively moved at the fastest speed possible, retreating from where he stood.

And just as he did, a deafening explosion erupted beside his ear.

Boom—!

A tremendous roar echoed through the hall. Where Lancelot had just stood, a massive greatsword now stood embedded in the marble floor.

From that point, circular cracks spread outward in perfect symmetry.