Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill - Chapter 298: Murder Hobo Knights
Chapter 298: 298: Murder Hobo Knights
Far away, in the Duchy of Salvos, Duke Phillips sat in his private study with a porcelain cup in hand. He took a slow sip of coffee and let out a satisfied breath.
“What an exquisite taste,” he murmured. “I really love this blend.”
After the chaos of war, the political storms, the marriage alliance, and Ethan’s troublesome visit to the capital, his nerves had been stretched thin. For the first time in a long while, there was no urgent report, no screaming messenger, and no terrifying news.
“Haa…” Duke Phillips leaned back in his chair and smiled faintly. “Such a rare moment of peace. I should enjoy it while it lasts.”
Sunlight filtered through the large window, illuminating the garden outside. Birds chirped softly, and a gentle breeze stirred the leaves. Everything felt calm and ordinary.
“What a pleasant day,” he said to himself. “Perhaps it’s time I dump my work on Roen and take Emma on a vacation.”
The thought warmed his heart. It had been far too long since he and his wife had shared a peaceful and intimate moment together, free from schemes and bloodshed.
“Yes,” he nodded to himself. “We really need that.”
Just as he set his cup down and began to stand, a sudden knock echoed through the room.
“Come in,” he said.
The door opened quickly, and the butler rushed inside, his face pale.
“Sir, there is an emergency!”
The moment Duke Phillips heard those words, his calm shattered. His fingers twitched, and the cup slipped from his hand, crashing onto the floor.
A thick vein bulged on his forehead as he turned sharply, his eyes blazing. The butler flinched under the pressure.
“Tell me,” Duke Phillips growled, his teeth grinding together, “what happened now?”
The butler swallowed nervously. “Sir… Baron Blanks has sent an urgent message.”
Duke Phillips stiffened.
“What happened again?” he snapped, rising from his chair. “Now what trouble did that bastard bring this time?”
He rubbed his temple in frustration. “Haah… marrying my daughter to him was the worst decision of my life. Since that marriage, I haven’t had a single peaceful day.”
The butler trembled as Duke Phillips stood up, clearly losing his composure.
Unable to wait any longer, Duke Phillips snatched the letter from the butler’s hands and tore it open.
He was already preparing to curse as he scanned the contents, but the words froze him in place.
His jaw dropped. His eyes widened so much it felt like they might burst from their sockets.
His breath hitched, and then a scream tore out of his throat.
“WHAAAT?!”
“A WYVERN KING?!”
For a moment, dizziness washed over him. His vision blurred, and he had to grab the edge of the table to steady himself. The rare peace he had been savoring only seconds ago shattered completely, replaced by raw terror.
“This…” he whispered hoarsely. “This is no small disaster.”
The quiet room felt suddenly suffocating, as if the shadow of the Wyvern King had already stretched its claws toward Salvos.
…
In the Blanks Estate, the training grounds had turned into a living hell.
Randall and Joel stood at the front, arms crossed, eyes cold, as they supervised the knights without a shred of mercy. Dust filled the air, mixed with sweat, blood, and the constant sound of screaming. If someone looked at the field from afar, they might think a massacre was taking place.
Some knights were skipping with ropes made of thick iron chains. Every jump rattled their bones, while every mistake smashed the chains into their shins.
Others were doing push-ups with massive iron slabs stacked on their backs. Their arms trembled violently as their faces slammed into the dirt.
A few unlucky ones were hanging upside down, chains tied around their ankles, while heavy iron orbs were attached to their necks. Each breath felt like their heads would be ripped off.
Several knights crawled through gravel and broken stone, their armor scraping loudly as they dragged themselves forward.
The training methods were different, but one thing was the same for all of them.
Everyone was crying.
“Aaahhh! M-m-m-mama! Save me!”
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I didn’t sign up for this shit!”
“Wuuwuuw! Sir, please stop! I might lose my balls! I still need to lose my virginity!”
Randall glanced at him calmly and muttered, “It’s better to lose your balls than your life on the battlefield.”
“Aaah! Sir, have mercy! I have a wife!”
Joel tilted his head. “Huh? But I saw a small girl. I thought she was your sister.”
“Fuck you, predator! I’m gonna kill you!”
“What the hell! Stop!” another knight screamed.
“She’s not a kid! She’s a loli and she’s even a year older!”
“For real?” Joel asked, pausing mid-step.
“Yes, for real! I swear!”
Joel nodded slowly. “Hmm.”
“Sir, I have a mother to feed! Your training is going to make me lose all feeling in my body!”
Randall scoffed. “Shut up, you crybirds. Even chicks are stronger than you. Aren’t you ashamed?”
The moment he said that, the group of grown men started crying even louder.
“Wuuaaaahhh!”
“I wanna go home!”
“I miss my blanket!”
“I swear I’ll become a monk if I survive this!”
The ground echoed with sobbing, curses, and desperate pleas.
Then, without warning, a dark figure materialized beside Randall.
“What happened, Hall?” Randall asked calmly.”Any problem?”
Hall nodded and handed him a parchment.
Joel squeezed in beside Randall as he read it. Both of them raised their brows and exchanged a look.
Randall slowly turned around.
“Knights,” he shouted.
“No.”
He raised his voice.
“ORDER OF ETERNAL BLADES!”
“IT’S TIME FOR DEPLOYMENT!”
The moment those words echoed across the training grounds, something terrifying happened.
The knights who had been rolling on the ground like babies froze.
Every single one of them stood up straight in unison.
The crying stopped and the sobbing vanished.
A chilling silence spread across the field.
Then, killing intent erupted from their eyes. The atmosphere twisted, and the ground felt as if it had turned into a battlefield soaked in blood.
The pathetic faces were gone.
In their place were eerie, twisted smiles that looked downright demonic.
“Kekeke…”
“So it’s time…”
“Tell us, Captain…”
“I can smell it…”
“The smell of shitheads crying for death…”
“Hehehe…”
“Tell us whose time has come to an end…”
“Yes. Give the order. Whose suffering are we ending this time?”
Their voices were low, warped, and filled with anticipation.
THUD!
Ray, who had come to oversee the training, almost dropped the file he was holding. His face turned pale as he stared at the scene before him.
The knights who were crying about their balls just moments ago now looked like lunatics craving blood.
A single thought echoed in his mind.
’Since when did Blanks breed such a huge group of psychos?’
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