As usual, it was a night with a blood moon and a red glow in the darkness.
As usual, a restful night was not to be expected.
When George sneaked into the Heretic Trial Temple, his mount, Xantos, King of Nightmare Beasts, was being gestured up and down by the strange blacksmith next to him with a tape measure and protractor. Whenever the blacksmith got the accurate value, He would quickly draw on the magic paper beside him, and then draw back and forth on Xanthos again, draw, draw, and draw again. This went on for several hours. The shape of the Nightmare Armor on the magic paper was Design drawings are becoming more and more precise and clear.
For Xantos, who once aspired to become a lich, not only death spells, but alchemy and manufacturing were also one of his proud side jobs. However, after Xantos saw the design of the Nightmare Armor drawn by the blacksmith, his original arrogant attitude towards the blacksmith gradually turned into admiration like a mountain.
"The near-perfect energy conversion between death spells and fighting spirit in the body of the nightmare beast, attack, defense, speed, triple permanent magic superposition, the life link between the rider and the knight, the rapid healing spell transformed by the death magic, can control including It can bless various terrains such as water with spells, and can even glide and fly in the air for a short period of time when necessary. The armor is both aesthetically pleasing and practical... There is no difference in level at all. It is just like a master and a little fart playing in the mud. They are as different as children."
From the bottom of his heart, Xantos admired the wisdom and knowledge of the blacksmith Victor, who was able to design such an exquisite cavalry armor in just a few hours. Although the other party modified the ready-made Champion Knights armor of the Parada Empire, how could it be possible without decades of accumulated experience and abundant knowledge reserves?
Although until now, Xantos still resists the reality that his body is a mount, but this time he has a faint expectation for the armor designed by the blacksmith.
However, the warning from his master George from the other end of the slavery contract made Xantos' originally excited heart suddenly tighten.
As a former necromancer, and with a body as full of mana as the King of Nightmare Beasts, Xantos does not lack the means to cast curses or traps. If someone really comes to the door, Xantos will definitely let them eat it. He couldn't walk around in circles, but no matter what, he didn't want to be hunted.
What's more, the opponents are the black-clad guards of the infamous Inquisition. Xantos, who has fought against them several times, knows very well how powerful and cruel these scum living in the shadows are. means.
If the other party is really targeting you, escaping from here rashly will only lead to falling into a trap. It is better to stop with silence and strike later.
"No matter what, it would be best if the other party's target is not yourself."
Xantos quietly laid the trap and prayed in his heart.
Unfortunately, the goddess of destiny did not hear his prayer. At this time, Xantos didn't know that after receiving George's warning, he only had half an hour to spend with the blacksmith Victor. Of course, this is enough time for him to set up numerous magic traps to welcome these uninvited guests.
Soon, the person who was supposed to come finally came.
"Stop, what are you..."
"Ah! Kill..."
"Black clothes..."
"save……"
The screams and cries stuck in the throats of the apprentices in the blacksmith shop before they died were like an inconspicuous thin needle, silently piercing the reddish night.
Xantos, who had made arrangements in advance, could still clearly detect the chaos and enemy attacks in front of the blacksmith shop even if he was in the backyard of the blacksmith shop.
Although his prayer failed to come true, for some reason, Xantos breathed a sigh of relief. Instead of anxiously looking forward to the possibility of not being targeted by the black-clothed guards, it would be better to be approached by the other party like now. It made him feel inexplicably at ease.
Immediately afterwards, the door leading to the backyard was gently opened, and several guards in black slowly walked in. Xantos could sense that, except for these seemingly friendly black-clothed guards, the entire blacksmith shop was surrounded by dozens of black-clothed guards.
The mages among the black guards were setting up a barrier to capture Xantos. It seemed that it would take some time, so the opponent did not attack first as soon as they got started. Instead, they sent these black guards to distract Xantos. force.
"Just right, I also need some time."
At this point, Xantos was ready to take advantage of the situation.
"Who!" After all, he was just an ordinary person. It was only then that the blacksmith Victor, who was immersed in designing the armor, realized that the uninvited guest had entered. Victor, who had not yet recovered from his work state, did not recognize these notorious black-clad guards for a while.
"Old guy, you're fine!" A guard in black walked out of the shadows. From the man's tone, he seemed to be an old acquaintance of Victor.
"Jason, you're the scumbag!"
