The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1592 453: Campbell's Legend (Part 2)

"I must go! It is my duty!"

Erin responded loudly, her commanding gaze filled with an undeniable authority, just like her father, Aaron Campbell.

The Duke of the Campbell Duchy was no coward!

They always upheld the creed of the Knight, always standing at the forefront of the people, never arriving late, never the first to retreat!

This was why the corruption of Chaos would rise and fall upstream of the Rushing River, yet never taint the downstream!

Now—

It was her time to fulfill this mission!

"Theresa! You stay here and command the army! That's an order!"

In that moment, she seemed as if the spirit of a former king had possessed her, leaving Theresa stunned in place, unable to utter a single word to persuade her to stay.

With that, Erin hesitated no longer, clamping her legs on the horse's flanks, becoming a golden lightning bolt as she charged towards the forest enveloped by darkness and the chaotic piano sound.

Watching the lone golden figure charging forward, the surprise once again appeared on Rolandar's face in the dense forest, though it quickly turned into a delighted smile.

"This is... so touching!"

Like a poet speaking to himself, his fingers trembled slightly with excitement as he strummed the strings, his voice growing fervent and passionate.

"To protect those useless and frail burdens, the noble knight chose to face death alone. Let's give a round of applause for the Campbell family's bravery! Such a tale is truly a saga of song and sacrifice, though it's a pity they have encountered the true 'Champion'. That riding spear, embodying glory, is destined to compose an epic named 'Tragedy'!"

That triumphant smile bloomed in the shadows.

However, he was not in a hurry to bring death to his opponent, instead using the sound of the lute to guide her deeper into the jungle.

Engaging in a melee with the legend of the Campbell Duchy within the chaotic ranks was not a wise choice, too many Demon Kings had perished under that "Light of Praise."

He could certainly settle the score with Erin first, then support his subordinates afterward.

As Rolandar mused over this, a golden light suddenly sliced through the shadows of the forest, instantly catching up to his retreating figure, almost brushing past his cheek!

The fierce wind left a shallow blood mark on his face, piercing through the trunk of an oak tree behind him, finally "thud" with a crash, embedding into a distant mound!

It was an arrow completely woven by Holy Power.

Feeling the heat lingering on his cheek, Rolandar's previously confident smile gradually froze, his retreating steps came to a halt.

"A bow and arrow?!"

He glanced at the plowed mound behind him, then looked at the figure in the distance drawing the Light Bow again, a hint of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

"I never expected the 'Light of Praise' to take on the form of a bow... interesting, you're more tenacious than I imagined."

Touching the small wound on his cheek, feeling the holy power within, his eyes lit up with intense interest.

It was precisely this tenacity that completely ignited his competitive spirit!

Rolandar no longer held back, nor did he retreat. Instead, he cradled the lute in front of him, his long fingers frantically plucking the strings, an instant burst of dissonant chords erupted!

Amid the distorted piano sound, the entire forest seemed like a pot of boiling water, twisting in the mist along with his frantic spirit.

"Absurd Theater—!"

This was the ability he comprehended upon breaking through the Purple Crystal Level, different from a powerful Domain, yet with its own unique mysteries.

At least, he thought so.

Erin's pupils flickered with a momentary confusion, the world before her eyes suddenly becoming bizarre and grotesque.

The ground beneath her turned into flowing swamps, her warhorse let out a tragic cry, its hooves sinking deeply, unable to extricate themselves.

Moreover, the surrounding trees grew grotesque human faces, silently mocking her. Even the cloud-covered sky was strange, raining down burning clock sparks!

In this Domain where laws had been rewritten, swords seemed to lose their meaning.

With the sudden cry of her warhorse, Erin lost her balance unexpectedly, falling heavily from the horse's back onto the muddy ground.

She struggled to get up, only to realize she was trapped in an endless Maze. All around her were twisted mirrors, each reflecting her deepest fears, imprinting her fearful face—

"It's over, young lady."

Rolandar's silhouette emerged like a phantom behind her, the dagger in his hand glowed with a poisoned sheen, silently aimed at her undefended back.

Yet, just as the dagger was about to touch the armor, Erin, trapped in the Illusion Realm, suddenly turned around, the Light of Praise in her hand transforming into a sword, sweeping across with a whistling sound!

The strike was faster than Rolandar anticipated!

He hastily leaped back, the sweeping sword edge narrowly grazing the tip of his nose.

Despite his quick movements, he still lost a few strands of bangs from his forehead, blown away by the clamorous sword wind...

He was, after all, no Swordsman, but a Minstrel, close combat was not his forte.

In comparison, he was better suited to providing support to allies from afar, or exerting Spiritual Attack on foes lacking strong willpower!

Meanwhile, Erin's assault did not pause, her Longsword swinging continuously, unleashing a flurry of blows in an instant.