Chapter 837: Holy Knight Of Murder

Chapter 837: Holy Knight Of Murder



Ginger looked at Jasmine and Cerilla, "Alcott's level had reached a peak of... 892, all of his levels were pushed into the fighter's class."

Thud! Alcott landed behind them; he took a step forward and cracked his neck, "Finally got some exercises in; albeit wasted some money on those shells."

Cerilla and Jasmine could feel a shiver run down their spines, whatever monster they saw in their lives, it didn't compare to this overly muscular man. They've heard all the ridiculous tales of Alcott's adventure, but most seemed too stupid to believe. But now that they see him in front of them, it's all clear.

"Trying to kill my son; fine, it's war then. For decades I thought that I was impotent...but now that I seem to have one..." Alcott growled as he walked toward Ginger with all the dragons dead behind him in the hills.

Despite Alcott going around with women everywhere, he never had a child. This made him convinced that he couldn't have children. He did seek alchemists and healers in the past, but all told him that he wasn't impotent, they suggested that probably his partner was impotent.

That didn't make sense to Alcott, he wasn't sleeping with one woman; he was going around with several since he was a young adventurer. They can't all be the impotent ones. The problem was clearly within him.

This was also the reason he's still a bit skeptical about Arad being his son.

"You killed them all?" Ginger approached him.

"No, a copper dragon managed to escape. He made a run for it the moment he saw me over the mountain. Smart one, he made a wise choice." Alcott smiled, "I doubt I can go near Arad, but if those dragons have some kind of plan, shattering it should be fun." He giggled.

"No wonder you're Arad's father..." Jasmine sighed.

"You're right, it's clear." Cerilla agreed with her.

"What?" Both Alcott and Ginger stared at them with puzzled faces.

"This massacre." Jasmine pointed at the bloodbath behind Alcott, "It's something we can only expect from someone like Arad. It makes sense if you're his father."

"No, Jasmine." Cerilla shook her head, "It's probably the reverse. Arad's strength now makes sense, if this monster is his father."

"Wait, did you just call me a monster?!" Alcott gasped.

"Yeah...I've never seen a human able to do this. You might not even be a monster; you're a creature, with all of those bloods and curses in you." Cerilla couldn't wrap her head around how is Alcott's body able to handle being a vampire, werewolf, werebear, and several more lycanthropy curses alongside a zombie and much more.

"By the way, Alcott...how is your level now?" Ginger approached him. His body has recovered so he's in the middle of leveling back to his original power, but should still be a long way off.

"273, I still have a lot left." Alcott replied he wasn't even at a quarter of his full power. "Wait a second! How in the hell could you do that only at level 273?!" Cerilla gasped. "Level 273 is quite high, isn't it?" Alcott replied with a puzzled face.

"Not high enough to kill great wyrms. It's impossible no matter how you look at it." Jasmine joined her.

"Murder is good, it's art..." Pin giggled, "You saw that lady, the one with brown hair and red eyes..." She waved her deformed hands.

The knight immediately remembered Eris's face, he just saw her in the carriage, but her image seemed to stay engraved into his mind as clear as day.

"I've seen her, but she has nothing to do with us. What are you?" The knight got ready to

attack.

"My lady doesn't seek to grow her influence...but I, Pin, shall take that task as her messenger, I'll make sure her sweet, sweet name is known through the mortal world." She pointed at the knight, "Murder can get you what you want... If this kingdom doesn't fit your ideal, then kill and kill until it's fixed. Clean the rot to pave the path for a new order."

"What insanity are you spitting?"

"Murder, I shall grant you the power of murder. Spread the lady's name, kill in her name, call her name with every breath, and praise her divinity with your soul." Pin smiled as a spark of divine magic flew from her fingertip into the knight, jolting him to the bones.

He fell on the ground, growling in pain as his veins bulged and his eyes flashed with a golden

spark.

"It's your fate; you're the only one who can save this kingdom." Pin lifted her hands to the sky, "Killing wins wars, killing brings justice, killing is how humans advance. Just like how those nobles and royalty are killing each other to further their goals, you shall use their weapon against them."

The knight groaned and rolled on his back, his armor smoking from the jolt. "What...did you do to me... monster!" He growled.

"I've granted you the power of murder. A pure, divine, and pristine power unlike none else. Can you feel it, the light flashing through your blade?" Pin pointed at the knight's sword that

sparked with divine magic.

"It can't be." He gasped.

"Lady Eris, our goddess of murder. Praise her name, holy knight of murder. Spend your mortal life to spread her name, and murder shall grant your wishes..." Pin disappeared into black

mist.

Eris sighed inside the carriage.

"What is it?" Aella looked at her.

"Nothing...I've just felt a sudden wave of exhaustion...probably because we've been sitting for

a long time." She stretched. Eris had no idea of what Pin was doing.