I was a knight in the Middle Ages

Chapter 475: The original generation surrenders, the mutant army

"Stop!" Alpha grabbed the raised mechanical arm of the original No. 1, and the silver light of the holy sword reflected tiny spots of light in his eyes. "It's not about destroying the core, it's about - purifying it."

His fingertips traced the black lines under the boar warrior's fur, and the surging dark energy strangely flowed along his palm. "Energy is neither good nor evil, it's just that your core... is stained."

The energy core in the chest of the original No. 1 trembled violently: "Impossible! The corrosiveness of the dark core-"

Before he could finish his words, Alpha walked towards the shadow of the ruins, and blood suddenly spurted out of his fingertips.

The moment the dark red blood dripped onto the ground, it condensed into mist with the dark air that permeated the surroundings.

A translucent gun shadow appeared behind Alpha - it was the "Weeping Blood Spear" stained with dark fighting spirit. In the dim light flowing from the gun tip, twisted soul fire patterns could be vaguely seen.

"When I was cursed by darkness, I thought I would never be able to wash away the curse." Alpha gripped the gun handle tightly, and his fighting spirit wrapped in blood beads climbed up the gun body, actually pulling in the dark energy that escaped from the nearby ruins.

"But later I discovered that the so-called 'darkness' is nothing more than the 'cloudy form' of energy - as long as there is enough 'light' to balance it..." The spear suddenly pierced into the back of the wild boar warrior, and the misted dark energy poured into the spear like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea. The wild boar warrior's roar actually slowed down. "Look, they are glowing."

The original No. 1 looked at the tip of the gun in shock: the absorbed dark energy did not disappear, but under the blending of fighting spirit and blood, condensed into tiny crystals with a faint blood-red glow.

It was no longer an aggressive red light, but a soft, dark purple light similar to that before dawn.

The fragments that had penetrated into the wild boar warrior's body were being slowly "unraveled" by this force, separating from the flesh and blood into tangible crystal particles.

"Are you using yourself as a container?" The mechanical knuckles of the original No. 1 almost crushed the breastplate. "Dark energy will erode your soul through your blood! The organization used this trick back then, and more than tens of millions of people died..."

"I believe I can." Alpha suddenly looked up. His left eye was shining like a knight's silver light, but his right eye flashed a dark purple for a moment.

That was the cursed "second soul", which was silently bearing the impact of all negative energy across the soul barrier. "Just like in your core, in addition to the dark fragments, there are also residual human consciousness - energy can coexist, as long as we find the balance point."

Alpha's biggest secret is that he has two souls, and he will not explain this to anyone, not even the people he trusts the most.

The moment the spear was pulled out, the last dark fragment was peeled out of the wild boar warrior's body.

The four beasts fell to the ground, panting heavily. The black lines under their fur faded away, revealing new scars with a soft glow underneath.

That is the mark left by the "purified dark energy". It is no longer hideous, but instead looks like a star map in the night sky, with a unique rhythm.

The original No. 1 picked up a crystal with trembling hands and placed it next to his energy core: the dark blue and dark purple gradually blended together, forming an energy body that was more stable than before and had a faint rainbow glow.

The original suddenly laughed, and beneath the metal mask came a sigh of relief from a human being: "It turns out that it's not about eliminating darkness, but... making it learn to shine."

Alpha wiped the blood off the tip of the gun, and the dark fighting spirit had retreated back into his body under the suppression of the "second soul".

At this moment, the weeping blood spear actually had a translucent texture in the morning light - just like the tamed night, which would eventually reveal its gentle background before dawn.

"Remember," Alpha patted the mechanical shoulder armor of the original No. 1 and watched the wild boar warriors licking each other's new scars. "There are no absolute monsters, only energy that has not found its way home. Just like you and me, aren't we trying to turn the 'darkness' in our bodies into light to protect others?"

In the distance, Melissa's healing light ball was finally able to fall without any hindrance. Next to the purified dark crystal, the holy light and the dark light coexisted strangely, weaving a mottled light and shadow of "rebirth" on the ruins.

The blood-soaked spear in Alpha's hand was trembling slightly with the heartbeat - that was the tacit understanding reached between the two souls: darkness should never be feared, but should be understood, accepted, and refined into a unique light that illuminates the way forward.

Mashu's leather armor shimmered in the morning dew. When she knelt on one knee, the dark emblem on her shoulder armor brushed against Alpha's blood-stained cloak. "My lord, General Kuslerus's flagship has docked at the East Pier. He asked us to go over and report the battle situation."

There was obvious dissatisfaction in Mashu's tone, but there was nothing she could do.

Alpha thrust the Bloodthirsty Spear behind him, and the dark purple light from the spear tip intertwined with the silver light of the Holy Sword at his waist, forming a ring. "Quintai, arrange the Mo Dao formation into a 'tidal' formation - let the general see that our knights, who have just dealt with the dark monsters, can still free up their hands to defend the port."

When he turned around, he saw the original No. 1 squatting among the wild boar warriors, using his mechanical knuckles to coat their new scars with a protective layer of energy. "You stay here to guard the wounded, and teach them how to control their own power."

The sea breeze at the East Pier carries a salty, acrid smell of rust.

General Kuslers's gilded armor dazzled in the sunlight, and the "Fury of the Abyss" rapier hanging from his waist emitted a cold light: "I heard that you used knights to tame the pirate alliance's cyborgs?"

Kuslerus looked up and down at Alpha's bloodstained battle robe, his eyes stopped at the faintly visible dark red mark and the new emblem of the sun intertwined on the back, "The prince is right - in the fox's den, there will always be some ruthless characters who dare to touch the lion's teeth."

Alpha knelt on one knee, the blade of the holy sword lightly touching the stone slab: "General, do you remember our agreement? We can cooperate and win together."

"Send troops directly? Impossible." Kuslers interrupted him, his boots splashing sparks on the dock.

"General, all you need to do is to deploy your troops as you did last night." Alpha tapped the hilt of the sword with his fingertips and his eyes swept over the lingering sea breeze and salt water on Kuslers' armor.

Last night, the Kuslers fleet lit up fire three miles away. It seemed to be watching from the sidelines, but in fact it used the imperial deterrence to lock down the enemy's reinforcements. "The fox borrows the lion's teeth to bite the hard bones."

"Approved. The First and Second Knights will go north to 'cheer', and I will take over this place." Kuslers's hammer hit the bluestone slab, and the gilded emblem reflected the cold light of the Mo Dao formation behind Alpha.

The Romanian Empire's garrison has not dared to take even a single step forward, and the cowardice of the small country has become a shadow in the sea breeze.

Mashu's report made the atmosphere tense: "The merchant ship has an unstable crystal core hidden in it. Mars said it will explode if touched."

"Don't take the broken ship, but keep the foundation!" Kuslers's armor collided as he retreated, and his eyes, which had been determined to win just now, flashed with panic, "Drag those explosive things to the high seas!"

The empire had already inspected the transport ship before releasing it, but it was unexpectedly hiding a dangerous crystal core that would explode at the slightest touch, and now it had become a hot potato.

After a hasty handover with Kuslers, Alpha led his personal soldiers at a gallop - in the morning light, Alpha had to clean up the mess before nightfall and gallop to the next battle in the mining city filled with smoke.

"Mashu, send a message to Da Gama: Have Mars take his men to empty the merchant ship of its supplies and crystal cores, and have the ship retreat two kilometers away from the dock and wait for orders." Alpha stroked the holy emblem on the holy sword, and the morning light danced like gold on his blood-stained wristband. "Tell Quintiles to gather the Violent Knights - after I treat the wounded, we will go meet the two thousand mutants."

Mashu clenched his fist and saluted, while arranging personnel to give instructions. "Princess Evelyn has classified the wounded according to their injuries. The seriously injured are in medical tent No. 3, and the lightly injured..."

"Mingyue, go and inform the captains of each team to summarize the number of casualties and prisoners. The details must be available before noon." Alpha interrupted him and glanced outside the medical tent in the distance.

The wild boar warrior was guarding outside the medical area, the blood from last night's battle still clotted on his fangs, but he was now squatting at the entrance of the tent, staring at every figure coming in and out like a mother beast protecting her cubs.

"My lord, can we take a break?" Even the unyielding dwarf was wiping his sweat and laughing. His arm, which was exposed from the gap in his armor, was wrapped in a bloody bandage. "You promised to give me a holiday after we take over the mining city. You must provide me with enough rye by then."

"That's enough. We'll eat meat and drink wine together." Alpha suddenly raised his voice, and the gilded emblem on the scabbard of the holy sword was dazzling in the sun.

"But for now, let's settle the crisis in the mining city first. Remember, we have brothers behind us who need to be rescued, and..." He looked at the energy core of the original No. 1 that was being debugged. There were a few strands of tamed dark purple floating in the dark blue light. "There are also 'our own people' waiting to go home. We have to go back together."

The hem of the elven princess Evelyn's skirt swept across the gravel, carrying the faint scent of stardust flowers: "Three hundred and forty-two wounded, eighty-seven seriously injured. I have selected thirty lightly wounded, and I will bandage and give them medicine - just let your holy light shine on those who need it most."

The healing light ball on Evelyn's fingertips jumped in Alpha's palm. "The prisoners... have been bandaged with hemostatic herbs. Keeping them alive is the priority. But don't expect me to devote too much energy to them now."

"That's enough." As Alpha closed his eyes and focused on the holy light, he heard the mechanical footsteps of the original No. 1 outside the tent. He was distributing the purified purple crystal to each cyborg. His metal knuckles touched the crystal core, making a sound like wind chimes. "Remember, we save people not to become saints, but to ensure that every brother who can pick up a weapon can live to drink the celebratory wine."

The moment the holy light exploded, the bandages wrapped around the wounded glowed silver.

Alpha saw the boar warrior who had been corroded by darkness suddenly sit up, touch the new scar on his chest that was glowing with warm light, and smiled.

That was the reconciliation between the holy light and the dark energy in his body, like the dark clouds in the night sky tamed by the moonlight, finally revealing their gentle outlines.

"So that's how it is." Looking at the smile on the boar warrior's face, Alpha realized that his Hymn of Light could also be activated using the Eastern internal force, and in this way it could also be used to heal dark creatures.

In the prisoner camp not far away, Evelyn's apprentices were mixing stardust pollen into the bandages - not for healing, but to let these warriors who were once controlled by darkness remember in the pain: when they laid down their weapons, someone once gave them, even a trace of "human" warmth.

"Mashu, let them look after the war horses after counting the casualties. We will need them next." Alpha wiped the sweat from his forehead. The consumption of holy light made his fingertips tremble, but he still smiled as he looked at the knights ready to go in the distance.

"After we deal with the mutants, we will rush to the mining city overnight. This time, we will take all our brothers to see what future technology is." Alpha touched the warm light mark on his chest that was the same as the original No. 1. "We will bring our own 'light' that even darkness cannot erode."

In fact, Alpha and Darwin themselves can be considered mutant warriors, and have also been contaminated by the Dark Core, but Alpha is more like a druid and can control the transformation freely.

However, Alpha has never used this power. Although it is very powerful, every time he uses it, Alpha can feel his body and soul being eroded by darkness, which makes Alpha unwilling to transform even when facing life and death crisis.

The sea breeze lifted Alpha's cloak, revealing the newly embroidered Imperial Knights emblem on the inside of the collar - that was the emblem of this special team.

There is no absolute light or darkness, only countless moments like this one, where we use each other's body temperature to warm the wounds into a unique light that illuminates the way forward.

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"Priest Balman, what's the situation inside?" As soon as Alpha arrived at the camp outside the city, he stared at the druid priest Balman and asked in a deep voice.

"Lord Alpha, after being controlled, these people just hid inside, neither fighting nor talking, just like turtles." Balman spread his hands helplessly.

This made Alpha raise an eyebrow - usually this man always called him "Captain" or "Knight", but now he followed everyone else and called him "Sir".

There is a sense of submission hidden behind this title. I wonder if it is intentional on the part of the other party or a subconscious change?

Alpha was certainly aware of the druid's abilities, but the opponent was too weak to make a difference.

In his view, the premise of cooperation is equal strength - just like his relationship with General Kuslers, the weak can only surrender, and Alpha is not qualified to cooperate with the Ottoman Empire.

The current assistance to the druids is nothing more than a one-sided charity, and Alpha is not interested in being a good guy.

"Quinte, you go and try." Alpha turned to the mutant leader and glanced at the tents in the distance.

The best bargaining chips should have been the two hundred captured modified humans, as well as the original No. 1 and No. 2. Unfortunately, they were all resting in the rear and it would take time for them to come over.

Now Alpha has also discovered that although these modified humans are powerful in combat, they are not good at long-distance raids.

To this end, Alpha has asked the dwarves to build special chariots - after all, a sharp knife needs a suitable sheath.

"Lord Alpha, let me make it clear - they are all knights who were coerced. Their families are held in the hands of the enemy and they dare not resist at all." Quinte entered the camp as a mutant and returned in a moment. His metal prosthetic eyes shone coldly in the sun. "These people are being held at their weak spots, like wolves on chains."

Alpha tapped the hilt of the sword at his waist with his fingertips and glanced at the distant tents: "Go tell them that I won't force anyone to join. If they want to stay, they can stay. If they want to leave, I'll send them away when it's over - of course, they can follow us, too."

Alpha paused, his Adam's apple rolling under his leather neck guard, "As long as they are willing to work side by side, I will treat them as brothers. After we take over the mining city, I will personally lead them to rescue their families."

Alpha stared at the mutant army behind Quintey - these guys were wrapped in tattered armor, holding picked up rusty swords, but they were like a group of mad wolves that could not be killed.

Now Alpha has upgraded their muskets to better weapons, and they are attacking cities and strongholds along the way. Countless people are seriously injured, and only a hundred people actually die.

In terms of combat capability and ability to withstand beatings, they are all tough characters who have been honed on the edge of a knife.

But Alpha knows that a forced melon is not sweet.

Just like when Quintiles first surrendered with his remaining troops, he didn't use any tricks at all - this group of people who had rolled in the mud before only respected sincerity.

"Remember," Alpha suddenly raised his hand and patted Quinte's thick shoulders, "Put away your cannibalistic attitude when you speak, and don't scare your brothers. These people will need you to lead them from now on."