Another earth-shaking explosion occurred. Lorde shuddered repeatedly once again. This time, the fire directly lit up the entire night sky of Lorde. The rolling smoke obscured the stars and the moon. People looked on in panic and unease. A sharp scream suddenly rang out from the edge of the city. That was true when he became a “Night Watcher”. That was true when he became a “Tomb Guardian”. He was like a blind man crossing a river, constantly feeling for stones ahead, always trying to grasp the largest and most stable one, but the further he went, the more turbulent the waters became. With the slightest carelessness, he would be overwhelmed by the river. The river was not just turbulent. There were countless monsters lurking beneath the surface. “What are you confused about?” The sudden voice came from behind. It was the old knight. The gravely injured old knight awoke, propped himself up using the ammunition box, pushed Taniel’s Discover more novels on NovelHub - your gateway to endless stories. After observing Jason for a few seconds, the old knight’s smile grew even brighter. “You’re just like your teacher.” “He was also uneasy and confused when he first came into contact with ‘that kind of power’.” “He didn’t think about how to admit defeat.” “How could a ‘Night Watcher’ admit defeat?” The old knight said, his expression full of reminiscence. Under his disheveled white hair, the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily. The old knight stepped down from the cart . He stood up straight in front of Jason. “I have something to give you.” With that, the old knight turned and walked toward the underground. But as he passed by his servant Eric, the old knight paused. He raised his hand and closed the wide-open eyes of his servant. He also wanted to close the servant’s jaw. But after a few tries, he didn’t succeed. “Sir, let me help you.” Taniel fixed Eric’s jaw with a bandage. “If this house can still stand,” Continuing on towards the underground, the old knight said. Jason hesitated for a moment, then followed. Underground hall, inside the tent. The stars had long dimmed. The tables and chairs were even more disarrayed. The old knight raised his hand and plucked the brightest ‘star’ down. “It’s called ‘Starshine’, it’s for you.” The old knight walked to an empty spot, suddenly stretched out his hand, and a thick book just appeared in his hand. Together with ‘Starshine’, he handed them both to Jason. Jason didn’t take them but just silently looked at the old knight in front of him. “I’m not asking you to take it for nothing.” “What do you say we make a trade?” The old knight asked with a smile. His voice was slightly hoarse. “Help me don my armor.” The old Knight pointed to another empty side, and a full suit of armor and a knight’s lance appeared out of nowhere. Though he said he would help don the armor, in reality, the old knight pulled out the dagger stuck in his stomach, threw it on the ground, and began to don the armor himself while Jason just stood there holding the knight’s lance. After fully donning the armor, the old knight slowly put on the helmet. A clear voice rang out from behind the faceplate— As the first word echoed, a white radiance appeared on the old knight. With each word spoken, that radiance grew brighter. After the word ‘sacrifice’ was uttered, that radiance turned substantial. The next moment, a louder voice, like thunder, echoed through the radiance and into the sky. “Knight, born from death—” In an instant, a figure composed entirely of light shot through the sky.