vstars Chapter 633 Skeleton Knight
Chapter 633 Skeleton Knight
John frowned almost imperceptibly after hearing the knight's report.
The description in the report—a skeleton knight clad in tattered black armor, wielding a massive longsword, and surrounded by an ominous aura—coincided with a vague yet powerful legend in his mind.
This is the Skeleton Knight, who has many titles such as Emperor of a Thousand-Year Empire, the main character's number one helper, and Overlord. It's just a mystery why he suddenly appeared here and approached me.
But his intuition told him that this meeting was crucial, and without the slightest hesitation, he made his decision:
"Prepare the horses, I want to go and see for myself."
The figure stood silently. The mist tinted his black armor with a blue glow, making the two crimson dots burning in his empty eye sockets appear like hellfire.
As soon as John arrived at the front of the crowd, those scarlet eyes seemed to sense it, precisely piercing through the distance and the crowd, meeting John's gaze in the air.
"Your Majesty, please step back!"
The captain of John's bodyguards' expression changed drastically. He instinctively drew his longsword and stood in front of John, his voice hoarse with tension.
"This monster... the aura emanating from this monster is too eerie. You should stay away. What if it suddenly attacks and hurts you?"
John gently raised his hand, signaling him to calm down, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority:
Don't worry. "
Having said that, he stepped forward. The moment he took his first step, soft white light spots, like awakened fireflies, quietly emerged from the air, slowly rotating and flowing around him. This was a basic defensive spell he had developed by consuming divine grace, which could effectively resist physical and energy attacks.
However, to the knights accompanying him, this sight was nothing short of a miracle.
Their emperor was actually a sacred being capable of summoning unknown and mysterious powers!
Shock, awe, and ecstasy intertwined on their faces, greatly diminishing the fear they had felt at the sight of the skeleton knight. They drew their weapons and followed closely behind John, their eyes filled with worship of the "miracle" and a determination to follow him to the death.
John paid no attention to the commotion behind him; all his attention was focused on the skeleton knight in front of him.
He walked steadily forward, and finally stopped about three meters away from the skeleton knight.
There was a distance between them, neither too long nor too short, but an invisible tension filled the air. John raised his head and met those burning scarlet eyes.
The silence stretched on and on, seemingly endless, broken only by the sound of the wind whistling across the wilderness and the suppressed breathing of the knights behind them.
Finally, the skeleton moved.
He slightly raised his head, his hollow jaw opening and closing with a dull sound, like two bones rubbing together, devoid of any human emotion.
"You are the one who was not chosen by the law of causality?"
John felt a slight chill; the other person had directly exposed part of his secret. He didn't deny it, but calmly met the scrutinizing gaze, a very faint, almost imperceptible smile even appearing at the corner of his lips.
“If you mean that I can remain undetected by those four ‘hands of God,’ then I think that’s what I am.”
His answer was concise and direct. The moment his words fell, he clearly saw the two crimson dots in the skeleton knight's eye sockets twitch slightly, though the movement was tiny, it was exceptionally noticeable in the absolute stillness.
Clearly, John knew of the existence of the "Hand of God," and his nonchalant tone was completely unexpected for this millennium-old immortal.
"So what brings you here?"
After a brief moment of surprise, the skeleton knight spoke again, his voice still flat, but seemingly tinged with a subtle gravity:
"I came here mainly to observe you... what kind of being you really are."
John understood immediately. The other party probably meant that he would use the Water-Summoning Sword to go to the bottom of the Netherworld to perform brain surgery on Boyd, the Hand of God, and then take the opportunity to completely eliminate all the Hands of God.
"so what?"
John didn't answer; instead, he asked a question.
"After observing for so long, what have you figured out?"
The skeleton knight was silent for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts or weighing something.
Finally, he said:
“Within your body lies an extremely powerful energy. This energy… is violent, yet it is restrained by a peculiar order, far more ferocious than any magic I have ever seen cast by a wizard.”
Since the other party had already noticed some clues, he stopped beating around the bush and directly brought up the core issue:
"Now that you've realized I'm no ordinary person, are you interested in collaborating?"
"cooperate?"
For the first time, the Skeleton Knight's voice carried a clear hint of doubt. He did indeed want to cooperate with the other party, but that was a question that should have been posed by him. So he decided to see what this person was really up to.
"Why?"
John stared directly into those crimson flames and asked, each word like a thunderclap:
"Do you want revenge, Garcelic?"
The name "Garcelik" erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for a thousand years deep within the soul of the Skeleton Knight.
That was his original name when he was human, a symbol of the vast empire he built, the love he had, and the eventual destruction he faced.
For over a thousand years, since he became this immortal body, walking in the shadows and amidst war, his name has long been forgotten by the world, and even he himself almost buried it.
Yet, at this moment, he spoke so clearly and calmly from the mouth of an ordinary man in his thirties!
The skeleton knight's body jolted violently. Although he had no muscles or expression, the immense shock and shock he felt almost materialized into a shockwave, distorting the air around him for a moment.
The crimson light in his eyes flickered violently as he stared intently at John, trying to discern even the slightest hint of pretense or deception in this mortal's eyes. But all he saw was an unfathomable calm and... understanding.
John didn't give him much time to process it, continuing in a deep, powerful voice, with an undeniable determination:
"The Hand of God is our common enemy. They manipulate fate, treat all living beings as pawns, and drag the world into an eternal cycle of suffering. I am fighting against them not only to protect myself, but also to protect all the people in this world who are struggling to survive, and to end this manipulated fate."
He paused here, his gaze becoming incredibly firm.
He slowly extended his right hand beyond the defensive aura surrounding him, palm open and facing upwards, toward the skeleton knight.
"Garcelek".
John uttered the name again, this time with an indescribable heaviness in his voice.
“Even if it’s not for yourself, not for revenge… then, for your lover, the former Sakura Witch, for everything she protected, and for all the lives that are about to disappear because of the hand of God, let’s join forces to end all of this and create a future that is no longer controlled by the gods.”
John's words were like the gentlest yet sharpest dagger, instantly piercing the Skeleton Knight's heart, which had been frozen for a thousand years.
Those long-buried memories, filled with love and pain, surged back like a tide.
He fell silent, a silence that lasted longer than any he had ever been before.
The wind in the wilderness seemed to have stopped, and time stood still at this moment.
John's hand hovered in mid-air, steady and firm. The knights behind him held their breath, not daring to utter a sound. Although they couldn't understand the specifics, they could sense that His Majesty and the skeletal monster were engaged in a life-or-death conversation.
The skeleton knight leaned forward slightly, his black armor creaking.
Two hands, one warm and one cold, one made of flesh and blood, the other of steel, clasped tightly together.
"You are an interesting person."
The Skeleton Knight's voice remained muffled.
"I agree to cooperate with you."