I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 374

Chapter 80: The Undead Knight

Looking at the terrified mage, Roy felt a mix of speechlessness and realization.

In the past, battling cultists made him feel that his strength was barely sufficient.

Now, facing these ordinary extraordinary beings, he realized just how strong he had become.

Both Iron Blood and the False King were only Sequence 8, yet he easily held his ground against three Sequence 7 opponents—he could easily stand shoulder to shoulder with those of golden bloodlines. In terms of overall capability, he might even surpass them.

For example, the speedster Nia might struggle against Berserkers with high attack and defense stats, while Charlotte’s aggressive strikes would make it difficult to handle a Phantom Hand‘s magical sneak attacks.

But now wasn’t the time to let his guard down.

Amidst the tide of corpses, a round of applause echoed.

“Mr. Sword Demon’s strength is as advertised; I must thank you for helping me eliminate some unnecessary troubles. You mortals are still as prone to infighting as ever.”

Ignoring the nearly pants-shitting Rokes, Roy turned back coldly to glare at the sneering young necromancer in the distance.

In principle, he should deal with the cultists first, but he had to eliminate the competitors to prevent anyone from interfering with Leanna’s treasure hunt.

Roy swung his sword, and his original steel blade was suddenly enveloped in a layer of dark gold, transforming into a weapon forged from dragon fangs.

“Rather than infighting, I prefer to call this a sparring match. Rest assured, that was just a warm-up; you’ll get to experience my true power.”

Hex and the others turned beet red, feeling at a loss.

Necromancer Ivan’s brow furrowed but quickly transformed into a smile, “You mortals’ arrogance is so predictable.”

“Then let me show you the great power of death!”

“For the sacrilege against my master, pay the price!”

As Ivan raised his hands, gathering energy to cast a spell, Roy couldn’t help but interject.

“Did you get the wrong person?”

The air fell into an unusually profound silence.

“Who is your master?” Roy asked, somewhat confused.

Upon hearing this, Ivan’s face contorted instantly, pointing a trembling finger at Roy.

“You disrespectful jerk! You used my master’s staff to trade for mundane gems without even remembering his name! You deserve to die a thousand deaths, and even the Grim Reaper wouldn’t take you!”

Roy finally realized that Ivan was referring to the owner of that wand.

But didn’t that guy forget to introduce himself?! And what do you mean by ‘the Grim Reaper wouldn’t take you’? Is that a curse or a blessing?

Roy couldn’t shake the feeling that this necromancer wasn’t the brightest bulb.

But the next moment, he was suddenly alarmed.

Because Ivan and his fellow necromancers pulled out white bone daggers without hesitation and stabbed them into their own hearts!

“Are they out of their minds? Sacrificing a thousand for this?!” The bandaged Extreme Fox couldn’t help but laugh.

But she quickly stopped laughing.

An enormous, pale magic circle appeared in the air, and from the ghostly fire symbolizing necromancy emerged a tall, mighty figure radiating a chilling aura.

It was as if death itself had manifested.

A skeletal knight, with burning ghostly flames in its sunken eye sockets, clad in heavy black armor and wielding a sinister magic sword.

An upper-tier undead being, and one of the most valiant among the demon race, the Sequence 6 Undead Knight!

“This… this is impossible! When did you guys connect with the demon race?!” Rokes shouted, panic-stricken, his face filled with deep fear.

But no one had time for him anymore.

Everyone present instinctively felt the suffocating pressure coming from the mid-tier extraordinary beings and the terrifying aura of undeath, chilling the bones of the living.

Extraordinary beings struggled to breathe, their limbs numb, while ordinary folks couldn’t even withstand the aura of mid-tier beings and collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

This was the sheer terror of mid-tier undead beings!

“Everyone, we’re in trouble.” Hex shouted, scanning the surroundings: “If we don’t deal with that guy, none of us will survive!”

This statement became a shared consensus.

Suddenly, nobody cared about grabbing auction items anymore; all the mages and buyers grouped together, feeling the impending doom.

Ivan observed this scene, a trace of disdain and mockery appearing on his pale face: “Heh, even gathered together, ants are still ants!”

“Today, you all will die!”

The pale knight took a slow step forward.

In the next moment, countless spells rained down like a storm, and Hex led the charge, using the cover of long-range attacks to deliver a massive punch.

In the dim light, the Undead Knight casually wielded his magic sword, strolling through the storm of magical attacks as if they were nothing. Each stroke effortlessly dismantled the mages’ assaults.

Only when the punch landed did it slightly disrupt his movement.

The violent blow stirred a wave of force that pushed the Undead Knight back half a step, but that was all.

He slowly raised his sword.

Hex’s pupils dilated as he felt an instinctive danger, quickly retreating.

But in the next second, the sword light had already arrived.

The pale strike circulated like a line of judgment from the underworld, chilling to the bone and absolutely unmatched.

The sweeping arc almost severed everything in its path, with those in its wake being instantly cleaved in half, unable to even let out a cry as they turned into pale undead flames and became mere bones.

Only Hex managed to slightly block it with his two forks, but he was sent flying by the tremendous impact, his earth armor shattered in an instant, and he spat blood, utterly battered.

After the blade passed, a dead silence fell.

No screams echoed because that strike was a kill move; aside from Hex, there were no survivors. The living were paralyzed by fear, hardly daring to breathe for fear of catching the attention of the pale knight.

Extreme Fox kicked Rokes hard on the head, whispering, “Get into formation! You guys should be able to hold off against Sequence 6, right?!”

But Rokes only managed a miserable laugh, indifferent to the pain from the high heel kicking him, “It’s useless…”

“You don’t understand! Many mages have been injured in the fight just now, they can’t form a formation!”

“Even if we did, it would only counter Sequence 6 temporarily! And undead beings recover from injuries using their contractor’s vitality!”

“What do we do then?!” Even Extreme Fox was furious and anxious, losing her usual composure.

“Don’t you get it? We’re done for, hahahaha, all done for!” Rokes laughed and cried, utterly losing his sanity.

Those under the lead of Extreme Fox turned pale as they shrank back on the stage, utterly lost.

Even Prince Nanhai among the crowd was completely panicked. The cultists didn’t recognize the differences in royal status and weren’t swayed by fame or fortune—what could he do?

Adventurer Hex stubbornly got back on his feet, but the pale knight had already closed in on him, descending mercilessly with a slash.

However, that strike ultimately did not land.

Steel clashed in a piercing ring.

The Sword Demon in black had arrived at Hex’s side, slicing in from the side and expertly blocking the blow!