NOVPUBThe badge was the size of a palm, and the wings that spread out behind the angel were tainted with filth, with only a faint hint of white visible through the dust.
She held her eyes closed, devoutly embracing a silver cross sword.
The embossing on the badge was one-sided, the back smooth, seemingly engraved with two lines of text, but due to the ravages of time, only scratches remained from the corrosion.
The Traveling Poet examined the ancient badge, not yet discerning anything special about it, but at that time, the Character had picked it up and immediately hid it in a compartment.
The Character Card could only bestow a pale memory and was incapable of connecting to the Character’s emotions, so he did not understand what feelings the Character had when they picked up this broken item while lost and treasured it enough to hide it away.
Had he not gained the memory, he might not have found this mysterious object.
The Traveling Poet, puzzled, stuffed the badge into his pocket, ready to continue monitoring the tablet; however, the next moment, he thought he heard a sound.
"Crack..."
"Crack..."
"Crack..."
A sound with a rhythmic sense.
It came from around the corner at the end of this corridor, like something heavy colliding with metal, creating this noise through friction.
The Traveling Poet immediately put away the tablet, turned around, and skillfully climbed out onto the windowsill, pressing his body against the edge of the wall to peer out.
After a while, a figure appeared at the end of the brightly lit corridor.
It was clad in the metallic armor of a medieval warrior. Thick plate armor made its figure look majestic and robust, with a helmet that fully enshrouded its head, the top exaggeratedly conical in shape.
In its hand, it held a huge battle-axe, slowly making its way around the corner with an aura of deathly silence yet ferocity assaulting the senses!
This was an image of a medieval knight!
The Traveling Poet nearly held his breath; he withdrew his inquiring gaze, silently clung to the outer wall, and listened as the rhythmic "crack" sound grew closer.
"Crack..."
"Crack..."
The knight in armor took an age to traverse the mere fifty meters of the corridor, his movements absurdly sluggish!
As it walked, the pieces of plate armor clinked against each other, echoing in the quiet night.
Finally, it reached the corner at the staircase.
Then, the sound ceased.
The Traveling Poet, hidden just behind the wall, felt his pupils shrink. He was motionless, and at that moment, they were separated by only a few dozen centimeters of wall!
After three seconds, the knight in armor mechanically turned.
Then, moving with slow steps and gripping the heavy battle-axe, it began to walk back, unfazed by the door at the corner’s end.
Listening to the "crack" sound gradually move away, the Traveling Poet, pressed against the wall, let out the breath he had been holding in his chest.
But the next moment, he shivered as his entire body erupted in goosebumps!
A bone-chilling sense of crisis welled up from the depths of his heart, piercing sharply between his brows!
The Traveling Poet spun to the side in an instant. Just then, the whistle of an arrow sliced past his ear—the arrow embedding itself in the wall where his head had been a moment before, sinking deep into it.
Disaster struck! The Traveling Poet had no time to think. His feet moved rapidly, his hands grasping the reliefs to steady himself as his body flipped several times along the narrow edge of the wall, while arrows shot from behind implanted themselves into the wall.
Finally, sensing danger once more, the Traveling Poet let go, his body falling from the edge of the wall—
"Boom!"
The spot he had just attempted to flip over was violently smashed by a metallic battle-axe!
The knight in armor stood by the wall breach with a battle-axe in hand, its bulky body appearing beside the broken wall, and the eyes of its helmet shone with a faint blood-red gleam!
Mid-fall, the Traveling Poet twisted his body to grab the carved arch below, then swung directly into the passageway, his figure swiftly concealed behind a column.
In a short span, he experienced several crises, breathing heavily. His mind replayed the scene he just witnessed.
When he flipped just now, he saw in the high-rise opposite the castle several knights in armor, similar to those in the corridor, but they wielded bows and arrows!
How could such things exist in Prague Castle?!
The Traveling Poet took a few breaths, and suddenly, he heard a dense "crack" sound coming from the passageway on the left!
He immediately moved in the opposite direction, but after a short while, the Traveling Poet stopped in his tracks and began to back away cautiously.
Two knights wielding massive battle-axes approached from the front.
The Traveling Poet glanced behind him.
A dozen identical medieval knights emerged from the left passageway, but instead of battle-axes, they carried long spears with wooden shafts and iron tips.
The two groups closed in from front and back, silent yet violent, with a menacing and blood-red gleam in their eyes.
Ten enemies on the left, two on the right.
The Traveling Poet, thinking of the great axe that had just smashed through the wall, hesitated no longer and charged at the dozen or so men!
And just as he came within two meters of those knights in armor, the knights who had been acting sluggishly all of a sudden looked up quickly and lunged forward, their spears thrusting straight at him!
The Traveling Poet suddenly leaned his body down, nimbly sliding between several spear shafts, his fingers clutching two thin, rhombus-shaped metal pieces that he flung towards a diagonally thrusting spear!
"Ssst!"
The metal pieces sliced through the spear shaft that had aimed for his head, cleanly severing the entire spear!
The iron spearhead was sent flying by the other thin piece, clinking as it hit the ground.
Then, with a tap of his toes on the ground, he rotated half a circle, almost at an impossible angle, with his body leaning back; following that, his left hand grabbed a nearby knight’s spear to leverage himself up and kicked fiercely!
Bang——!
The knight in front of him was sent flying by the Traveling Poet’s kick, toppling two other suits of armor behind him, and he also seized the spear in the fallen knight’s hand.
But by then, he had already found himself encircled!
The previously sluggish-moving knights in armor were now as swift as the wind and as fierce as lightning; they seemed to let out a silent battle cry as they charged with their spears thrusting forwards!
The Traveling Poet immediately raised his hand, parrying several blows with the spear shaft, but the strength of several knights pushed him back two steps, while the sound of something cutting through the air came from behind him!
The iron spearheads, gleaming with a sharp light under the crimson moonlight, were dodged in time by the Traveling Poet as he whipped around, yet his cheek was still nicked by the tip of a spear, severing the hair by his ear.
His clothing was also ripped by a diagonally thrusting spear, with droplets of crimson blood falling to the ground.
Ultimately, it is hard for one man to fight off a group; if not for the spacious corridors within Prague Castle, his predicament might have been even more difficult!
The Traveling Poet glanced at the two great axes that were still pressing closer as he blocked spear attacks and quickly retreated.
Once within a certain range, these knights in armor seemed to activate some mechanism, moving swiftly and striking viciously, aiming for the head with every move! Explore stories on freewebnovel
He forcefully thrust the spear at the knight in front of him only to find that he couldn’t even penetrate his opponent’s armor!
Amid the shrill clanging of metal, the Traveling Poet had no choice but to snap off the spearheads of the knights.
However, when their gauntleted fists landed on his body, like being hammered, the Traveling Poet couldn’t help but grunt in pain as a sweet, iron taste flooded his throat.
A few metal pieces appeared in his hand, which he flung at the knights charging at him!
Whoosh——!
The thin pieces flew through the air, cleanly decapitating the impossibly hard plate armor helmets from their necks!
However, the neatly severed cuts revealed nothing – no blood, no flesh, just empty armor as helmets clanged onto the floor.
The knights coming at him didn’t pause for a second, raising their spears high even without their helmets on!
At the moment of crisis, his hair stood on end!
A piercing whizzing sound came from afar!
The Traveling Poet’s pupils contracted sharply, and in a split second, he chose to parry the spear thrust at his head, which was inches away. As he grabbed the spearhead, blood blossomed from his slanted shoulder!
An arrow had fiercely pierced his shoulder, and with a forceful grip, he broke off the spearhead then flung it at a knight beside him.
Hiding behind a pillar, he frowned slightly, "They really are a bunch of monsters."
Then, the Traveling Poet raised his right hand and made a clenching gesture, a faint glint flashed between his fingers, as if pulling on something.
The next moment——
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
A series of metallic collisions rang out!
The metal pieces he had thrown out a moment before were instantly recalled, their sharp blades slicing through the knights’ armor at high speed and tearing them apart in an instant!
The charging knights in armor still had their spears in their hands, but they went from valiant warriors to shattered puppets in just a moment.
The corridor was strewn with more than a dozen fragmented plate armors, this time not reenacting the terrifying scene of body parts charging forward.
The perfect trap angle allowed him to deal with this batch of Spear Knight Order in one go!
Meanwhile, the knights with great axes that were approaching had closed the distance to within ten meters!
The Traveling Poet glanced at the two great axes whose pace had significantly quickened, gritted his teeth, pulled out the arrow from his shoulder, tossed it aside, and turned to run!
Behind him, the sound of "crack crack" pursued relentlessly!
And it was getting closer!
However, just as he had passed a corner, a pale hand suddenly stretched out from the shadows, grabbed him, and yanked him over directly!
That instant, the metal pieces in the Traveling Poet’s hands were already falling, but the girl before him blinked her dark yet spirited eyes at him.
"Shh, don’t make a sound..."
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