The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 679- Demonification (5)

The battlefield suddenly became quiet. The monstrosities that had been attacking the knights relentlessly froze.

Then, one by one, they turned back. Every single one of them was looking back, their intelligent eyes held one emotion: terror.

Then, before the knights could understand what was going on, they retreated and cleared a way.

Their behavior was similar to a peasant meeting royalty.

And then... STEP... STEP... STEP...

Light footsteps sounded out and a creepy silence spread. Even the knights felt it. An invisible pressure, a weight pressing upon their souls.

Soon, three figures emerged from the darkness.

The first thing everyone noticed was how normal they looked. Unlike the mockeries of life, the chimeras who were put together using various parts of wild monsters, these three appeared completely normal.

They had no monstrous features and looked just like humans. Except their eyes looked dead and their bodies pale like corpses. In a horde of monsters, they stood out completely.

The three continued walking forward, and their appearance came into full view of everyone.

A powerful physique with muscles sculpted from steel and dark markings covered their bodies. The patterns flowed across their skin like living creatures, pulsing with dense demonic energy.

The moment they appeared, the light dimmed, and the surrounding air became suffocating.

With their appearance, the weaker experimental monsters instinctively lowered their heads. Some even backed away further, as though acknowledging a superior predator.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the surrounding knights became grave. As monsters, the instincts of the monstrosities were much sharper than humans. For them to behave like this, it showed the gravity of the situation.

Level 8 Elite Knights became alert, and Extreme Knights furrowed their brows. Even veteran knights like them felt their instincts screaming warnings. Danger.

As for the two heroes who had been speaking with Leona, their backs immediately straightened. Their relaxed expressions vanished, and every muscle in their bodies tensed.

Without realizing it, their hands moved toward their weapons. The three figures stopped dozens of meters from the Dawnbringers. For a while, the battlefield came to a standstill.

The three figures stood amidst the sea of monsters. The Dawnbringer knights stood opposite them.

"Humans? What are humans doing here?"

"Idiot, there is no way ordinary humans would be standing among those monsters. They are definitely monsters wearing human skin."

Murmurs spread through the knights. They were bewildered by the sudden appearance of the three humans and were more inclined to believe that the three were monsters who just seemed to look like humans rather than actual humans.

Be that as it may, the more they looked at the figures, the more familiar they appeared for some reason.

Suddenly, one of the knights gasped. His eyes went wide, and an expression of disbelief masked his face. He pointed a trembling finger at a figure standing on the left.

"W-Wait... That man... I know him."

Everyone looked toward him.

"You know him?"

The knight swallowed, nodded, and then spoke a name that caused many expressions to change.

"Hero Aldric Stormborne."

He spoke only three words. However, these three words were like thunder ringing across their hearts. Who among the knights here didn’t know Aldric Stormborne?

One of the most famous heroes from the Kingdom of Vesperia. A man who had singlehandedly held back a demonic invasion of over tens of thousands of demons at the Gates of Blackrock more than thirty years ago.

According to legend, his sword had split the sky. The battlefield he fought remained scarred by the sword energy to this day.

That said, the man had died more than thirty years ago, and his body had been buried with full honors.

"Impossible, there is no way Aldric Stormborne could be here. He is dead."

One of the knights who was from the Kingdom of Vesperia strongly shook his head, denying the possibility. However, the next second, he fell silent and hesitated.

At this moment, another surprised voice rang out.

"N-No... The one on the right... That’s... Hero Cassius Dawnstar."

This time, even more people reacted. Cassius Dawnstar. A legendary swordsman from Aetherion whose stories were still taught to young knights.

Nearly sixty years ago, he ventured deep into demon territory alone and returned carrying the heads of thirteen Demon Generals. Furthermore, many of his swordsmanship and style are still being followed today.

Be that as it may, history recorded his death decades ago. How could a man like him be standing here?

The knights began growing uneasy. Some recognized the hero, others wanted to deny it, and some reeled in shock.

"The one in the middle. No...Impossible! That face..." One of the oldest knights among them stared with trembling eyes. "Hero Magnus Ashenwall."

He uttered three words, his voice cracked.

Once again, a ripple of shock spread amongst the ranks of the knights. This time, it was even more profound.

Magnus Ashenwall. A name that belonged to an even older age.

Nearly eighty years ago. The hero who defended the Kingdom of Solaris during the Crimson Cataclysm. A man who was given the title of the Final Defender.

He was an existence who had become legend long before most people present were even born.

Yet here he stood, alive and breathing in front of them. The realization sent chills down countless spines.

"It’s impossible... He should have died generations ago."

"What’s going on? Why are dead heroes standing before us?"

"Did the heroes betray humanity?"

The whispers spread rapidly. At this moment, the knights felt their morals shaking.

If heroes like them could betray humanity, then what were they even fighting for? What was the point?

"Not good."

Noticing the change, Gareth stepped forward. No matter what, they could not allow the faith of the knights to falter. He was just about to deliver and revitalize their morals when...

BAM... The figure in the center vanished. Cracks appeared on the ground he stood on, and his speed left a sonic boom behind.

"What?!"

BOOOM... A violent shockwave erupted. Several knights were blown backward before they even understood what happened. The air exploded and stone shattered.

BANG... One of the Level 8 Elite Knights stepped forward to handle the situation. However, he was sent crashing through a wall. Another spun through the air like a ragdoll.

BANG.. A third coughed blood as a fist slammed into his abdomen. Everything happened in less than a second.

The Level 6 and 7 knights could barely react. Their eyes failed to follow the attacker’s movements.

"Above!"

"No, left!"

The Level 8 knights tried to warn them, but even their warning came a little too late. The enemy appeared and disappeared repeatedly.

Every appearance ended with many knights being blasted away. It was like watching a wolf rampage inside a coop.

Seeing that the enemy was too much to handle even for Level 8 Elite Knights, an Extreme Knight stepped forward.

BOOM...

Almost in a fashion that was invisible to the eye, he appeared in a place and intercepted a punch meant to crash into a clueless Level 7 knight.

The collision erupted like thunder, and a powerful shockwave pushed everything back. Both figures slid backward.

"What strength. Is he really Sir Magnus from the legends?"

The Extreme Knight gritted his teeth, feeling his arm tremble. The strength behind that single punch was monstrous. Yet before he could regain his footing, the figure attacked again.

BOOM... BOOM... BOOM...

Perhaps he found a worthy foe, or perhaps he was simply trying to have more fun, but the man suspected to be Sir Magnus fought the Extreme Knights without going for the low level knights.

Fists and steel collided repeatedly. Shockwaves swept through the battlefield. The Extreme Knight was forced into a defensive posture.

Meanwhile, Leona and the two heroes observed the exchange. None of them rushed forward to engage immediately. Their eyes remained fixed on the mysterious fighter and the other two heroes who were yet to move.

Something felt wrong, very wrong.

Orion scratched his head, looking disgruntled. "That raw strength is no joke. To temper one’s fist until it was more durable than steel, could it really be Magnus Ashenwall?"

Gareth folded his arms and shook his head. "I don’t know. Even for me, that feat is not possible. And... his fighting style is completely different from what I heard."

Everyone who knew Magnus Ashenwall’s legend knew that his preferred weapon was a large, heavy sword. He was famous for his heavy strikes that were impossible to tank.

He had created a sword style to incorporate the strength of the heavy sword while minimizing its weaknesses, making it as seamless as possible.

Yet the man before them fought like a savage beast. His punches were fast, brutal, and relentless. Not a trace of his sword technique could be seen.

Hearing their words, Leona added her own conjecture.

"His stance is different too. The records describe him as a counter specialist. But looking at his fighting style, everything about this person’s movements is offensive."