Chapter 207: The Headless Knight

In the thick fog, the figures of two knights appeared and disappeared.

Green soul flames wreathed their bodies; they wore rough black armor and held a longsword and a warhammer respectively.

What frightened the cat-folk most was that both knights were completely empty from the neck up.

Only a green flame representing a soul remained.

"So they are still in human form."

Rod nodded, not surprised.

That witch-cat must have seen some of the outside world, and having studied at a top place like Bahadur Magic Academy, she would have at least some resources no matter how few; controlling two Headless Knights was naturally nothing special.

He had never seen a Headless Knight himself; such creatures are active only where negative energy is abundant, and more often in places that have experienced battlefields.

For instance, near Twilight City, which was occupied by the Heavenly Court's Flower Kingdom, there were piles of Headless Knights and Undead Knights.

Perhaps some higher existence tampered with human bloodlines; they are formed from grudges, bent solely on revenge and slaughter, and even the few who awaken free will are often controlled by necromancy, becoming lackeys once more.

The cat-folk stood as if facing a great enemy, but when Rod's spiritual sense swept over the two Headless Knights ahead, he found both were only at the early stage of the fifth tier, so he felt somewhat uninterested.

Tally said in surprise, "Look, they are actually two female Headless Knights!"

"Oh?"

Rod was surprised.

Succubi have the ability to sense vital essence, so of course they can distinguish male from female.

"Headless Knights, ah; one of my cousins encountered them. She said perhaps because they were resurrected after death, their vital essence is very low, only a bit more than that of a ghoul."

"Even ghouls?"

"Some who have died not long ago can, but those too severely rotted may not. Zombies are different; their flesh is already stiff, with no vital essence at all."

Tally lowered her head, kissed Rod's ear, and gently bit it.

She added, "If it were Pan Ni, it would be fine, but if my lord wants to play with Selena, it will take some effort; she is just a block of frozen dead flesh."

"How do you know that?"

"Before, when she was recovering from serious injuries, I took off her shorts and secretly looked."

"..."

Tally was amused by her master's expression and kept giggling:

"But separating the Headless Knight's head is a nice way to play; my cousin once, while absorbing, placed the other's head at her backside and used her tongue to add to the fun."

Rod pondered for a moment, feeling the image was somewhat ridiculous.

As they spoke,

the two Headless Knights had approached and revealed their true forms.

Beneath them were all-black undead horses with eyes blazing with terrifying red light, their snouts bristling with interlocking fangs, utterly fearsome.

The two knights wore rough full plate armor beyond compare; even their arms and fingers were armored in metal, and black mist constantly leaked from the gaps in their imposing armor.

Yet this full plate, which should have left not a scrap of skin exposed, had been boldly redesigned at the chest, deliberately revealing most of a snow-white bosom, while the armor clung extremely tightly to a slender waist.

Both female knights were of an exceptionally voluptuous type; with every step the horses took, four fleshy mounds trembled in response, extremely alluring.

So-called abstinence means first abstain, then desire.

This fearsome full plate, which should have been conservative and brimming with masculinity, deliberately opened a wide slit at the crucial chest to bare the bosom; yes, it harmonized with the Heavenly Dao—the armor's maker was a master.

"My lord, I feel your breathing has grown heavier~"

"Nonsense; I am a seasoned spiritual warrior. Adjusting one's breath when facing an enemy is instinct."

"Then what is swelling up here? Hehe, I'll grab!"

Rod slapped her hand away.

"Their figures are explosive; it's just a pity neither has a head... Eh, why is one holding a head while the other isn't?"

Of the two Headless Knights, the one holding the longsword held a head with a fearsome visor in her other hand, so her features were indistinguishable.

The warhammer knight's hands held nothing but her weapon.

On the cat-folk's side, everyone had drawn their weapons.

Pudding said, "My lord Rod, you need not act; let our regiment handle it!"

He then roared at the soldiers behind him, "Royal Cat-Folk Knight Regiment! Advance!"

"Roar!!!"

More than a dozen cat-folk soldiers roared in unison, their momentum formidable.

Then they pulled a palm-sized medal from their chests; the medal's surface was carved with a cute and dorky image of a cat-folk, while the back was attached to a conical steel spike about the length of a human middle finger.

Pfft—

Without hesitation, the cat-folk drove the conical steel spike into their own furry chests.

In the next instant, they unleashed spiritual fluctuations exceeding their own limits.

Then their bodies began to swell unnaturally, rapidly growing huge tumors; some started losing fur, and tentacles of soft-bodied creatures sprouted from their eye sockets and mouths.

In short, the cat-folk began to mutate into terrifying monsters.

Pudding went even further: his gray-and-white fur developed withered bald patches, half his cat face split open, replaced by a face that clearly imitated a human but bore no expression.

Rod: "???"

This left him utterly stunned.

Do cat-folk have this skill???

Their evil level is maxed out!

Master and servant exchanged a glance, each seeing the astonishment in the other's eyes.

Tally warned, "My lord, now I truly do not recommend having sex with them."

"Obviously; even without this, I wouldn't do it."

Ahead, although they were all foot soldiers, the cat-folk who called themselves the Royal Knights had greatly increased in strength.

They immediately clashed with the two headless knights.

One side relied on their numbers, the other on their long weapons and horses; for a time, neither had the upper hand.

At this scene, Rod and Tally stood aside, even hesitating for a moment about which side to help.

No.

Look, that deformed cat-folk accidentally got scratched; green blood flowed from the wound, mixed with tiny white worms.

On the other side, the two headless knights were wrapped in black qi and ghost fire, but at least they weren't so disgusting? Even looking at their open breastplates, they had quite good visual appeal.

But it was just idle fancy anyway.

Rod saw that as time dragged on, the cat-folk's power began to show signs of decline, and the temporary balance was about to be broken.

"Tally, control them and don't let them get hurt."

The succubus set her master down on the ground and giggled: "Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

In the next instant, she vanished into the shadows and joined the battlefield.

Tally was mid-stage sixth tier; after multiple enhancements and with rich combat experience, she far surpassed ordinary sixth-tiers.

These fifth-tiers, fourth-tiers, and half-third-tiers, even if tied together, she could handle them.

As expected, not a moment later.

The two headless knights, men and horses alike, were hung on a tree by the shadows controlled by Tally.

The cat-folk were all horrified; they hadn't even seen what happened before the enemy was subdued.

Truly worthy of being the Dragon God's Messenger's servant!

Pudding came over with a face full of shame: "My lord Rod, I am very sorry."

(End of this chapter)