The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 727- Battle of Blacktide (11)

The protective dome surrounding Aurelia disappeared completely.

The demons immediately surrounded her.

There was nowhere left to retreat.

Aurelia instinctively spread her arms, shielding the children one last time.

The leading demon slowly reached toward her.

It was then that a panicked child’s voice suddenly echoed from the distance.

"Grandpa Silas! It’s them! Those bad demons are bullying Big Sister Aurelia!"

At the sudden shout, everyone instinctively turned around.

At the end of the street, an old man was hurrying toward them with a few children following close behind.

As it turned out, the children had run to inform the town elder, but instead went to the most powerful person currently residing in the town.

Sir Silas.

The old veteran knight.

Even after aging, his posture remained as straight as a drawn sword.

The evening wind gently stirred his silver hair.

Several children stood behind him, pointing furiously toward the demons.

Silas slowly swept his gaze across the figures surrounding Aurelia.

"Demons? What are they doing here?"

His calm eyes hardened.

The entire street fell silent.

Every pair of eyes turned toward the lone old man standing at the end of the road.

Silas slowly walked forward.

Even though he was surprised by the sudden intrusion of the demons, he quickly calmed himself.

After all, he was a veteran who had fought in countless battles.

Seeing the old man walking toward them, the demons glanced at one another before bursting into laughter.

"Hahaha... An old man?"

"Have the humans truly run out of warriors?"

"You intend to stop us alone?"

Having investigated the town, they already knew who the old man was.

These middle-ranking demons were not afraid of an old knight who had already retired and lost much of his combat effectiveness.

"Who do you think you are? Just another old human knight whose glory has long since faded."

"I’ll snap every bone in your body."

The demons revealed cruel smiles filled with bloodthirst.

Facing their provocation and malice, Silas merely smiled and motioned for Aurelia and the children to stand back.

Then he faced the demons.

The wrinkles around his eyes deepened.

"So noisy."

"I suppose upstart demons nowadays really weren’t taught any manners."

Hearing this, the demons’ expressions darkened.

"You old..."

But before the insult could leave his mouth, Silas disappeared from his sight.

BOOM...

A violent gust exploded across the street.

The demon who had spoken suddenly found the world spinning.

His body flew like a cannonball, smashing through three stone houses before disappearing into a cloud of dust.

Silas was already standing where the demon had been.

He casually dusted off his sleeve.

"The first lesson."

"Never underestimate an old man."

"So fast!"

"When did he..."

The surrounding demons froze.

But they quickly recovered.

One charged forward with a roar.

Black claws carrying terrifying sharpness gleamed in the night.

Silas leaned half a step to the side.

The claws missed him by less than an inch.

Then his sword lightly tapped the demon’s wrist.

SHING...

The entire arm was cleanly severed.

Blood sprayed through the air.

"Aaargh!"

The demon tried to scream. But before the cry could even fade, Silas struck again.

This time the shoulder.

Then the knee.

Then the forehead.

The sword repeatedly pierced the demon’s body, rendering its regeneration useless.

BANG...

Within a few seconds, the demon collapsed face first onto the ground.

Dead.

Three more demons attacked together.

Silas shook his head.

"So impatient."

One demon attacked from above.

Two attacked from opposite sides.

Silas didn’t even look at them.

His movements were simple and elegant.

Showcasing the very basics of knightly combat.

Yet every move and every counter landed at exactly the right moment.

He might be an old knight and, like every human, weakened by time.

But that did not mean he had lost all of his combat effectiveness.

The years of training and battle experience were still carried by him like a badge of honor.

Palm, elbow, shoulder...

Silas’s sword cut through every opening.

The attackers crashed into one another or had their heads chopped off.

One rolled across the street without any limbs.

Another became embedded in a stone wall.

These middle-ranking demons were no match for the veteran knight.

Watching the battle, although the children were afraid, some of the boys still couldn’t help cheering.

"Grandpa Silas, beat them up."

"I knew Grandpa would win."

Even Aurelia released the breath she had unknowingly been holding.

Hope slowly returned to everyone’s faces.

Within less than a minute...

More than a dozen demons lay scattered across the street.

Groaning, broken... or dead.

One demon who was barely conscious looked at Silas with horror.

"W-What kind of monster are you?"

Silas rested both hands atop his sword cane and smiled kindly.

"I simply happen to be an old knight who’s had a little more practice than you."

Not far away, hidden beneath the shadow of a tree...

Duvessa quietly watched the scene.

She let out a lazy sigh.

"Hopeless."

"I suppose I expected too much from fodder."

She then gently raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

The next moment, the surrounding space silently twisted.

A dark emerald gate slowly unfolded beside her, and an overwhelming demonic aura surged outward.

A few seconds later, heavy footsteps echoed from within the gate.

Thud... Thud... Thud...

A huge figure emerged.

It stood over three meters tall.

Its skin was covered in alternating black and white stripes resembling those of a zebra.

Its face was concealed beneath a bone-white mask split by a permanent grin.

Long black dreadlock-like tendrils hung from its head, writhing like snakes.

Most unsettling of all were its hands.

Its fingers were like long ivory nails resembling sharpened ritual needles.

The moment the creature stepped out, the surrounding demons immediately trembled in fear.

An overwhelming sense of suppression pressed down upon them.

After all, the being before them was a Demon General.

The enormous demon ignored everything else and lowered one knee before Duvessa.

"My Lady."

Duvessa’s expression remained indifferent.

She simply pointed toward Aurelia in the distance.

"Capture the girl and the old knight... he is yours."

"As you command."

The creature slowly stood up and walked toward its target.

It stopped directly before Silas.

Seeing the being approach, the old knight’s expression also became serious.

"A Demon General, huh."

"This will be quite troublesome."

Dealing with middle ranking demons and facing a Demon General were two entirely different matters.

Against the latter, he did not have much confidence.

The Demon General spoke while sizing Silas up.

"You are strong, old man."

Silas smiled.

"I could say the same."

For several seconds...

Neither of them moved.

Each quietly observed the other.

As a veteran knight, Silas could reach a conclusion simply by observing his opponent.

Although the demon possessed a massive frame, its lean muscles suggested that it was extremely fast, powerful, and dangerous.

Even among other Demon Generals, its rank would likely be quite high.

Similarly, the Demon General reached its own conclusion.

The knight before him might be old, but he was experienced and a master swordsman.

A troublesome opponent.

A breeze drifted through the street.

Then, without another word, they attacked simultaneously.

BOOM...

The collision shattered the stone street beneath them.

Silas’s sword cane transformed into a gleaming blade filled with condensed Holy Energy.

Sword light flashed, targeting every possible weak point.

The Demon General answered with its claws.

Their weapons collided dozens of times within a single breath.

BANG... BANG...

Shockwaves tore through nearby buildings, and dust billowed into the air.

Far behind them, Aurelia hurriedly shielded the children.

Silas pressed forward relentlessly.

His blade carved elegant arcs through the air.

No matter what, he had to keep the town safe.

Plus, he was also wary of the woman in the distance.

His instincts told him that she was the most troublesome opponent.

The Demon General was steadily pushed backward.

Yet its expression never changed.

It simply continued to stare at Silas with a deadpan expression, as though the old knight were already a dead man.

Seeing a moment of opportunity, Silas stepped in with a perfect thrust.

The Demon General barely twisted aside.

The sword still sliced across its shoulder.

Black blood sprayed into the air.

The veteran knight immediately pursued.

He knew better than to give a Demon General time to recover.

His second strike aimed directly for the neck.

But little did he know that he had fallen into the other party’s trap.

At the last possible instant, the Demon General deliberately allowed the blade to cut deeply into its left arm.

The severed arm spun through the air.

This caused Silas to frown.

Why...

Would it willingly sacrifice an arm?

The Demon General suddenly smiled.

A smile visible even beneath its mask.

With its remaining hand, it attacked Silas.

Although the old knight was caught off guard, he still managed to dodge.

However, even though he managed to avoid a direct hit, the razor sharp fingertips still grazed across his chest.