"Seems like the voice of that unfortunate lad, Yang Wei?"
Night Sange paused for a moment, continuing to move forward.
However, as he felt around, he touched a hard object, picked it up, and exclaimed, "This..."
Seeing the familiar design, it was unmistakably the gilded silver armor that Yang Tian and his companions wore! With a quick survey, he discovered scattered armor pieces on the ground, and with some effort, Night Sange managed to assemble two sets of armor.
"Why would they take off their armor?"
Then, Night Sange peered out from behind an old tree.
"Oh! How cruel!"
Night Sange widened his eyes, watching the scene of Yang Tian relentlessly beating his younger brother, Yang Wei, under the moonlight.
This domestic violence had left Yang Wei's face battered and swollen!
How deep must the hatred be?
Huh?
Wait! There seems to be another person over there...
Diverting his gaze from the two brothers, Night Sange noticed a faint pink mist behind them. In the mist, a figure seemed to be quietly observing.
Beside the pink mist lay the scattered remains of numerous goblins, easily numbering in the hundreds!
"Could it be Chen Yue, that woman? Hmm... can't tell!"
Night Sange forcefully pushed away the horrifying thoughts and considered it wise to retreat early before being silenced.
But the familiar birdcage at Yang Tian's feet made him stop.
Inside that cage was his arch-nemesis: a black cat capable of seeing through his disguise!
He had dared to track Yang Tian only to find an opportunity to deal with the cat.
However, now, the cage lay on the ground, door ajar, and empty.
"Where's the cat?"
Night Sange frowned.
Since that terrifying black cat required a Temple Knight to suppress it, its strength shouldn't be underestimated. If it roamed freely in the Misty Forest, there was a chance it might tear him apart someday.
Night Sange suddenly realized the audacity he had shown in harboring ill intentions toward the cat, perhaps because it was still in the cage at that time.
"Roar!"
While pondering how to face the missing black cat, two roars, a mix of satisfaction, pain, shame, and resentment, suddenly echoed from the front.
Yang Tian, now seemingly awake, repeatedly touched himself, and a radiant protective shield enveloped him. With hands clasped, two radiant spears materialized in his grasp.
"Demoness! I'll kill you!"
With a swift movement, Yang Tian fiercely hurled the radiant spears toward the pink mist. Continuously summoning them, he quickly unleashed eighteen radiant spears!
This left Night Sange astounded.
Amazing!
These were the Victory Spears with sacred penetrating power. Yang Tian threw them around like they were mere wooden spears. Truly, a Temple Knight who stood out among thousands!
Indeed, the pink mist appeared to fear the radiant spears. Each spear could pierce a skull-sized hole in the mist.
However, Night Sange was astonished to find that the mist seemed to skillfully evade the spears, rather than being pierced!
Hiss!
Such precise control. It seemed the misty figure was also a formidable expert!
"Hehe, it seems the Temple Knight still has plenty of energy!"
A voice, with a touch of laziness and a hint of seduction, drifted out of the mist. However, the content made Night Sange's heart tremble.
"But your younger brother seems to be exhausted. Shall I help you find new opponents?"
The voice spoke, and suddenly, five fully armed Goblin Centurions emerged from the mist.
Their mouths drooled, limbs twitched, and their eyes emitted eerie pink light. They stared intently at Yang Tian, clad in shining armor and seemingly chilled to the bone.
"Ah! Die! Die! Die!"
It seemed that Yang Tian's gaze stung him. He swept left and right, unable to find his sword. In a fit of rage, he charged towards the pink mist.
Once again forming a spear in his hand, instead of throwing it, he used it like a sword. A fierce swing, and the five Goblin Centurions were cleaved in half at the waist.
Warm blood splattered over him, making Yang Tian even more frenzied. He roared into the mist, continuously wielding the radiant spear in his hands. However, the mist behaved like a playful spirit, avoiding all his efforts.
"Come out! Show yourself!"
Yang Tian roared, tears streaming down his face.
As a Temple Knight who had risen to prominence at the age of twenty, he grew up surrounded by applause and flowers. Young and accomplished, with a handsome appearance, countless admirers pursued him. Yet, even his family's arranged celestial maiden couldn't capture his attention.
He had higher peaks to climb and a brighter future ahead.
Only if he could kill this undead suddenly appearing and disappearing, maybe he could vie for a position among the top ten Temple Knights of the Southern Public Kingdom.
Yes, he possessed that strength!
At the age of twenty, he mastered the Shield of Light and Victory Spears, capable of firing thirty continuous shots with his vast reservoir of sacred energy!
Temple Knight?
Humph!
They only had slightly more achievements than him. Did they have his genius?!
So, upon receiving the news, he spared no effort to secure this position, even bringing his younger brother along.
Damn!
Why did he bring his brother here?!
It was supposed to be a simple mission, finding the undead, and then killing it for a better life.
How did it turn into this?
He had been deceived!
How could someone who could be deceived be qualified to become a Temple Knight?
No!
All of this was the fault of that demoness! And his brother!
This useless...
Yang Tian glanced back at the figure lying on the ground, his face battered, and suddenly spewed a mouthful of blood.
"Demoness, come out! I want you dead! I killed you! No one will know what happened today!"
With the final sentence, Yang Tian suddenly turned around and thrust a radiant spear into Yang Wei's head.
"No one!"
"Wu wu wu, no one will know! Haha, no one will know!"
After killing his own brother, Yang Tian ran away, crying and laughing at the same time.
This is...
Madness?
Night Sange watched this scene in astonishment, but a voice behind him immediately plunged him into an icy abyss.
"Hehe, you've cost me a good subject. How should I punish you? My..."
"Undead Lord!"