Chapter 303: A Knight’s Courage Knows No Recklessness (14)
The Knight of Death, or the Knight of Betrayal. One who has lost all honor.
The creature known as a Death Knight carried more derogatory titles than perhaps any other monster.
It was only natural. These beings had once been knights—sworn defenders of humanity—yet they had fallen, becoming monsters that preyed upon the very people they once protected. Sustaining themselves by slaughtering their own kind, they were traitors to humanity, forsakers of honor, the very definition of a true monster.
To knights, Death Knights were a stain upon chivalry, a blight that had to be eradicated the moment they were encountered.
...And yet, despite that, records of Death Knights being slain remained woefully scarce.
The reason?
It was simple—Death Knights retained their memories and skills from life. Not only that, but they also possessed the ability to learn.
If there was one thing that set humans apart from monsters, it was the ability to wield technique. But Death Knights turned that strength on its head. They were monsters that could wield techniques, and worse still, they only grew stronger as time passed.
Thus, when a Death Knight had lived for centuries, it could no longer be classified as just a monster—it had ascended to the ranks of the most powerful beings in existence.
They had reached heights of swordsmanship that even most knights never attained. They could wield stolen life force as if it were aura, using it to fuel regenerative abilities and enhance their already terrifying endurance.
For these reasons, slaying a Death Knight was no mere battle—it was a trial by fire, a challenge even the most prestigious knightly orders had to stake their very survival upon.
But this was no ordinary Death Knight.