I Became a Tin Knight

Chapter 286: The Tin Knight and The City of Hubris (6)

Cruel massacres unfolded throughout the city.

Screams of terror.

Lamentations soaked in tears.

Cries for help.

You realized that this was very similar to what had happened in the City of Scales.

That was also why Sophia’s face hardened as soon as she saw that wall made of emerald.

The more terrible part was that the heavenly priests never dirtied their own hands.

The one leading the massacre was Sophia’s older brother, whom the residents had praised as such a hero.

They executed the “traitors” with swords and armor imbued with emerald light.

Those who usually criticized the actions of the radical faction, those who pointed out their actions in the council, those who expressed doubts about heaven’s movements, they were all designated as traitors.

There were many who rebelled against this outrageous violence that was little more than coercion, but soon there weren’t many.

How could there be many when the radical faction silenced them with swords and blood?

The faces of those carrying out the massacre were filled with ecstasy.

It was extremely difficult to persuade the other side with all their heart and soul, but it was so easy and simple to physically strike and kill opponents.

It was an unparalleled pleasure to crush and stamp out all those who argued in the name of absolute justice.

The actions of the radical faction became more radical as time passed, and even the citizens who initially denounced and rebelled against them soon begged for their lives, consumed by fear.

Priest Erichthon received such citizens with a benevolent face.

And he told them.

It was meaningless to ask how to prove it.

Those who went before were already proving their faithfulness.

Therefore, the survivors had to choose.

Whether to die as traitors like this.

Or to kill those who were once comrades, branding them as traitors to prove their innocence.

There were those who chose the former, that was, those who kept their beliefs to the end or fought against tyranny.

Encouraged by the words of such people, others also attempted to resist together.

However, those who already held swords in their hands were merciless.

If they showed any signs of refuting or trying to point out their actions, they just killed them regardless of logic or anything else.

Then, there was no choice left for the remaining ones.

To survive, they participated in the massacre.

To cover up that guilt, they deceived themselves that this was God’s will.

The city of scholars, who used to question heaven, had to offer repentance with blood and tears, saying they had been swallowed by hubris.

Finally, a handful of resistors, including Sophia and Langwidere, were all bound and forced to kneel in the city square.

Amidst the echoing voices of curses and resentment, Priest Erichthon approached Sophia with a benevolent face.

Then, he whispered so that others couldn’t hear.

Sophia’s shoulders shook upon hearing Priest Erichthon’s words.

He thought it was emotion mixed with tears and smiled, but soon his expression hardened.

Her trembling wasn’t caused by something expected like gratitude or anguish, but something far too incomprehensible for him—laughter.

It was such an intense laughter that if her hands weren’t tied, she might have grabbed her stomach and rolled on the ground.

As the loud laughter rang out, people who had been immersed in madness each held their breath.

In the square where silence fell, Sophia quietly stood up and opened her mouth.

Neither her tattered clothes nor the ropes binding her body were enough to suppress her dignity and momentum.

Erichthon’s face distorted with shame and anger.

Sophia didn’t stop speaking.

Around her body, a dazzling pure white radiance bloomed.

Sophia’s gaze pierced through Erichthon.

The people who had been throwing words of condemnation at her now bowed their heads and closed their eyes as if suppressing something.

Just as Erichthon tried to refute with words.

Sophia’s older brother, who had approached at some point, swung his sword at Sophia.

You tried to reflexively block the older brother’s sword, but the sword passed through you and cut Sophia.

Blood spurted, and Sophia’s body crumbled.

Langwidere’s sorrowful cry rang out.

Members of the Hubris school hurriedly tried to rise and approach Sophia, but soldiers led by the older brother forcibly suppressed them.

Seeing Sophia fallen on the ground, the older brother’s eyes twitched.

Despite suffering a near-fatal wound, waves of pure white holy power could be seen trying to heal Sophia’s own body.

He clicked his tongue and picked up his sword again.

Just as the sharp blade was about to strike down towards Sophia’s neck.

At Erichthon’s restraint, the older brother stopped the sword he was about to swing.

Erichthon approached Langwidere and said.

Langwidere’s eyes were fierce enough to kill Erichthon with just her gaze, but he didn’t seem to mind at all.

As if it didn’t matter how “the current Langwidere” viewed him.

Seeing this, the older brother intervened with a displeased look.

The older brother seemed very reluctant, but not wanting to openly clash with Erichthon, he acted as requested.

Sophia seemed to be trying somehow to stop the deal before her eyes, but the wound she had suffered didn’t allow Sophia to move.

Thus, the student and teacher faced parting.

It was the moment when you were watching this scene with mixed feelings.

A blood spear containing terrifying power rushed towards you, tearing through the air.

You quickly swung your shield to block the attack, but even the aftermath made your body roll on the ground.

You stared straight ahead.

There was an angel—or perhaps there was the queen of vampires.

She had eerie long hair, and a flowing dress draped down—or perhaps she was wrapped in neat judicial robes and had holy wings spread behind her back.

An ice-cold beautiful face stared at you—or perhaps a gentle but somehow doll-like smile looked at you.

Two visions were distorting and flashing, intersecting with each other like static.

Their power was far degraded compared to their prime, but you were also not in a normal body condition.

《STAGE 3rd. VS ≡二三二≡≡二三二≡》

《In the confrontation≡二三二≡, you can ≡二三二≡ as you wish.》

《If ≡二三二≡ lose, ≡二三二≡≡二三二≡ will ≡二三二≡≡二三二≡ with Sophia Hubris’ body》

The narration that rang out a beat late was also wrapped in even greater static, as if proving the current situation wasn’t normal.

It seemed that the opponent was suppressing the intervention of the game book.

You quickly checked Sophia’s condition.

In one scenery, Sophia could be seen researching something while confined in her home, and in the other scenery, she was seen vomiting blood and dying while drinking a beverage.

Moreover, this time the confined scenery was quickly disappearing, while the poisoned scenery was becoming increasingly distinct.

The enemy was strong, you were weakened, external help was difficult to expect, and there was even a time limit.

But you didn’t get scared or complain.

Rather, you even welcomed the enemy’s appearance.

[The ‘Tin Knight’ burns with fighting spirit, saying they came at just the right time as he needed something to beat on!]

After all, to relieve this stuffiness built up in your chest, you needed to knock something down.

You charged towards the opponent who was either an angel or a vampire, or perhaps neither yet.

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