I was a knight in the Middle Ages

Chapter 352 Enemy reinforcements arrive

In the space of "Heaven on Earth" shrouded in luxury and chaos, the air seemed to be ignited by the tense atmosphere, and every movement was wrapped in a suffocating sense of oppression. Graya held the long sword tightly, and the sword body trembled slightly, just like her heart that was in turmoil and could not control herself. Her originally lively eyes were now covered with a layer of panic.

Alpha had been keeping a close eye on the battle, and every bit of Graya's emotional fluctuations had not escaped his eyes. He knew very well that at this critical moment, if he could not quickly stabilize Graya's mind, they would surely fall into an abyss of no return.

"Glaya, don't panic!" Alpha tried his best to throw out his voice from the noisy battlefield. The voice was like a thunder, drilling straight into Graya's ears, "No one is invulnerable. This seemingly indestructible iron turtle is actually full of flaws. Listen carefully, you must not use your own weaknesses to confront the enemy's strengths. You must use your most advantageous strength to hit his vital points! This is a battle of life and death. Put aside all distractions, don't care about the eyes of others, and give it a try!"

Graia was shocked. Alpha's words were like a heavy hammer hitting her heart. She took a deep breath and tried to suppress the turbulent waves in her heart. The days of sweating on the training ground and the battles she had experienced in the past flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern. Every swing of the sword and every step she took was accumulating strength and wisdom for this moment.

Graya slowly raised her head and focused her eyes on the iron man Marta in front of her. At this moment, Marta was waving her arms as thick as tree trunks, launching a new round of attack. The arms made a whirring sound, and wherever they passed, the air was buzzing, as if it would be torn apart by this terrifying force at any time.

Graya's beautiful eyes flashed, and her figure flashed lightly like a ghost, instantly avoiding the thunderbolt. In this lightning moment, Graya keenly captured the fatal weakness of Marta's attack.

It turned out that although Marta was incredibly powerful, and each of his attacks was like an overwhelming force, and his defense was as tight as a solid wall of steel, his movements were extremely slow, and his speed of turning and changing direction was as clumsy as a heavy beast. Moreover, his attack accuracy was extremely low, and although each move was fierce, most of the time it just cut through the air in vain and passed by Graya's figure.

Graia was secretly delighted, and instantly came up with a plan to defeat the enemy. She no longer blindly confronted Marta head-on like before, but made full use of her flexible body advantage and quickly moved around Marta.

Graya's footsteps were like those of a dancing spirit, sometimes rushing to the left like the wind, and then flashing to the right like lightning. She no longer attacked rashly with the sword in her hand, but held it tightly, ready to strike, waiting for the fleeting best opportunity.

Marta launched attacks again and again, each time with a fierce determination to achieve his goal, but he always failed in front of Graya's unpredictable figure. The successive failures made him more and more irritable, and his already red face was now like a ripe tomato, as if it would explode at any time. His breathing became rapid and heavy, and every exhalation was like a burning flame gushing out of his chest.

As the battle continued, Graia gradually regained her former confidence and composure. Her steps became more steady and powerful, and every step she took was full of firm belief. Her eyes became sharper, like the twinkling cold stars in the night sky, tightly watching Marta's every move.

Finally, the opportunity that Graya had been waiting for came. After a full-strength attack, Marta's body was temporarily unbalanced due to excessive force. Graya's eyes flashed with a gleam of determination, and she rushed forward quickly like an arrow from a bow. The long sword in her hand flashed a cold light under the dim light, and stabbed directly at Marta's leg joint. This was the relatively weak link in Marta's defense system that she discovered after a long period of observation.

Marta sensed the fatal danger and tried to lift his legs to avoid the fierce blow, but due to his limited speed, he was still a step slower. Graya's sword tip rubbed his leg joints, and although it was only a shallow scratch, it made Marta feel unprecedented pain.

"Humph!" Marta groaned angrily, his voice full of resentment and humiliation. He turned around abruptly, swung his arm, and smashed towards Graya fiercely. This blow carried all his anger and strength, as if he wanted to smash a hole in the entire space.

Graia was not afraid at all. She raised her lips slightly, revealing a confident smile. At the moment when Marta's attack was about to fall, she jumped up lightly, like a swan spreading its wings. In the air, she turned gracefully and swung the long sword in her hand, leaving a long blood mark on Marta's broad back. Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly dyeing Marta's back red.

The battle was still going on fiercely. Graya gradually took the initiative in the battle with her ghostly agility, accurate judgment and perfect grasp of timing.

Although Graya could not completely defeat the powerful iron man Marta for the time being, Marta could only run around under Graya's constant attacks, watching her shuttle around her at will, but still unable to hurt her at all.

The two fought back and forth, and the battle entered a stalemate. The people around, whether they were the madam, the thugs, or other onlookers, were deeply attracted by this thrilling battle. They stared with wide eyes, held their breath, and nervously watched every slight change in the battle, as if they were afraid of missing any exciting moment.

Outside, Graya and Iron Man Marta were fighting fiercely. Their figures were moving around and had long been away from the main building. This situation was keenly captured by the old procuress who had been waiting for an opportunity. A sinister light flashed in her eyes. She felt that there was an opportunity, and immediately screamed to the thugs beside her who had not yet joined the battle: "Catch them!" In her opinion, without Graya, Alpha was just a fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

However, the madam seriously underestimated Alpha's strength. Alpha was not in a hurry, his eyes swept coldly over the thugs rushing towards him, and he didn't even bother to pick up his weapons. He picked up a bench beside him, and his movements were smooth and flowing, as if he was just an ordinary tool in his hand. The next second, he rushed towards the enemy like a cheetah, swung the bench, and smashed it hard at the most vulnerable parts of the body, such as the knees, elbows and neck. Each blow was full of force, and the air was filled with dull collisions.

Under the madam's incredulous gaze, those vicious thugs fell to the ground one after another like felled trees. They curled up on the ground in pain, wailing miserably, their voices intertwined together, like a song of despair and sorrow. Alpha stood in the mess, his eyes cold, like a demon returning from hell. A deep fear surged in the madam's heart, and she began to hate her recklessness. Why didn't she wait a while and gather more people? Why did she so rashly attack the devil-like man in front of her?

At this time, Alpha looked around, his eyes fell on Nasha, Silina and other women. In their eyes, there was both relief for surviving the disaster and a hint of confusion about the future. "Do you hate her? Now I leave it to you." Alpha's voice was low and powerful, breaking the brief silence after the chaos. He looked at the madam, and his eyes seemed to penetrate people's hearts.

Although the madam was in a desperate situation, she still did not give up. She threatened the women loudly with her teeth bared, "If you continue like this, the master will not let you go! They will send you to the dirtiest black slaves, who will not only play with your bodies at will, but also eat your flesh and blood!" Her voice was sharp and piercing, and she tried to use this horrific description to break down the women's psychological defenses.

"We will end up in misery, but you won't see that day." Nasha glared at the madam angrily, her eyes burning with rage. She picked up the stool on the ground without hesitation, and used all her strength to smash it hard at the madam's fat body.

With a loud bang, the madam screamed and fell heavily to the ground. Amid the screams of the madam and her thugs, the entire hall fell into chaos and devastation. Tables and chairs were overturned, decorations were smashed to pieces, and everything was destroyed. It was like a hell on earth.

At this time, the situation outside was becoming more and more critical. A large number of bandits poured out from the mountain stronghold like a tide, surrounding "Heaven on Earth" tightly. They held sharp knives, their faces were fierce, and they looked like they were going to kill people. The noisy footsteps and shouts of killing intertwined together, making people shudder.

Alpha noticed something strange outside, he turned around and looked at Nasha. Nasha, this strong woman, had blood on her hands at the moment, but her face was filled with determination. "Come with me to see these bandits." Alpha said, with a tone of unquestionable courage.

Nasha looked at Alpha, with a look of determination in her eyes. "Lord Alpha, I am willing to be your escort knight, please accept my request." She knew that she had no way out. At this critical moment, the only way was to follow Alpha closely, perhaps there was a glimmer of hope.

"Let's talk about it after we survive." Alpha looked at Nasha, and he understood her helplessness at the moment. He knew that if they could get out of this crisis alive, Nasha might have a better choice, but at the moment, surviving was the most important thing. After saying that, Alpha took a deep breath and strode out the door, ready to face the bandits who were as fierce as wolves and tigers.

The night was as dark as ink, thickly splashing over Lista's camp, wrapping the entire camp in a solemn atmosphere. Inside the camp, a few tattered lanterns swayed in the night wind, and the dim light reflected the tense confrontation in the hall, like an ancient painting that could be torn apart at any time.

"Who are you? Why are you making trouble in our territory?" A loud shout, like a thunder, instantly broke the suffocating silence in the hall. Then, a group of men holding sharp blades rushed in from all directions like a surging tide. They were agile, their eyes revealed ferocity and determination, and the sharp blades in their hands flashed a cold light under the dim light.

The captain, who was in the lead, was tall and sturdy, like a towering mountain. His eyes were as sharp as torches, as if they could penetrate people's hearts, and they were fixed on Alpha, who was sitting steadily in the center of the hall. However, what was incredible was that his hand, which was raised high and should have decisively issued an arrest order, was now suspended in the air, and he had not fallen down for a long time.

Alpha raised his head slowly, like a calm statue. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, and a cold light flashed in them for a moment, just like a meteor across the night sky, fleeting but with endless chill. "Then I have to ask why you took my woman away?" His voice was low and powerful, as if it came from a deep valley, with an innate majesty, constantly echoing in the empty hall.

Alpha frowned slightly, staring at the captain opposite him, and a trace of doubt appeared in his heart. According to his previous experience, in this situation, the other party should have launched an attack without hesitation, but the scene before him was completely contrary to his expectations, leaving him really confused.

"Take your woman and leave my territory immediately." The captain frowned, the wrinkles on his forehead were as deep as ravines, and his tone was full of unquestionable toughness. As soon as these words came out, it was like a heavy bomb, stirring up thousands of waves in the crowd. Not only was Alpha stunned on the spot, but even the fearless subordinates behind the captain looked at each other at this moment, their faces full of surprise and confusion.

You know, in this area, the name of Lista is well-known. They have always been known for their ferocity, brutality and fearlessness. They have never been afraid of any opponent in this land. But today, facing Alpha who broke in without permission, the captain chose to let him go so easily. This really broke everyone's cognition and made people feel very puzzled.

"Uh." Alpha's face was filled with disbelief, his mouth slightly opened to form an "O" shape. For a moment, he seemed to be under a spell, frozen in place, totally unsure of how to respond. Before this, he had already made full preparations for a thrilling battle, and various ingenious coping strategies kept circling in his mind like a revolving lantern.

But now this sudden situation, like a punch without warning, made him dizzy and completely different from what he expected. This made Alpha, who wanted to seek justice for his woman and make a big fuss, fall into an embarrassing situation without a reason.

In fact, Alpha didn't know that a few hours ago, a very distinguished and important person quietly came to the camp. The superiors had already strictly ordered everyone that their top priority was to try every possible way, at any cost, to quell all possible battles as soon as possible. Even if the battle was really unavoidable, it must be strictly controlled outside the main camp, and not the slightest sound could disturb the rest of the big man. In their hearts, the safety and happiness of this big man were related to the fate of the entire Lista.

"You took my woman away, are you just going to let it go like this?" Alpha was unwilling to accept this, with anger burning in his eyes. He had come alone into this dangerous place with the determination to turn the place upside down, so how could he just go home so easily because of the captain's words?

"In that case, don't blame us for being rude." The captain's eyes suddenly became cold, like a wolf's eyes in the cold night, emitting a bloodthirsty light. He had expected that with Alpha's temperament, he would never swallow this breath and let it go easily. In this cruel world where the strong prey on the weak and the fittest survive, since the two sides can no longer reach a reconciliation through words, they can only use the most primitive and direct way - fists, to solve the problem.

Although the captain was a well-known tough guy in the area, and he was always fearless on the battlefield, he had a clear understanding of Alpha's strength and knew that he was unfathomable. In order to ensure that everything was foolproof, he did not choose to personally take action at the first opportunity. Instead, he waved his hand suddenly, like a general commanding thousands of troops, and issued an attack order to the eight subordinates beside him.

Alpha narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes. He knew very well that once his identity as a Knight of Light was exposed, it would cause a series of unpredictable troubles. So, he quickly adjusted his state, his eyes swept around like lightning, and then, with lightning speed, he reached out and picked up a short knife on the ground. The short knife was cold in his hand, but it seemed to be integrated with his hand. The next second, he rushed into the crowd without hesitation like a black lightning.

In an instant, the knife flashed, as if the stars in the night sky fell, interweaving a piece of death. Shouts and cries of killing came one after another, shaking the lights in the hall violently. Alpha was agile, and the short knife in his hand shuttled freely among the crowd. Every time he swung, it brought out a sharp arc, forcing the enemy to retreat again and again. And the eight men of Lista were no ordinary people. They cooperated tacitly and besieged Alpha from different directions, trying to take him down with the advantage of numbers. The two sides went back and forth, and the battle entered a white-hot stage. The whole hall seemed to have turned into a bloody Shura field.