I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

With a thud.

Kru's body fell to the ground.

Only then did the four Knights come to their senses.

"Nerlucius! You damned bastard!"

"Catch him!"

"We must quickly inform Baron Miller of this!"

They shouted angrily and simultaneously drew their Cross Swords from their waists, each clad in full metal Armor, with oval helmets like steel eggs on their heads, they charged forward.

Neil grinned.

He tossed aside the sickle in his hand with a clank; this thing couldn't cut through Knights Armor, and it was only Kru, wearing leather Armor, who had his head taken off in a sneak attack. For the coming battle, he still had to use a proper weapon.

So he immediately picked up Kru's sword, and after drawing it, he faced the four Knights directly.

It's hard to describe this battle.

Nearly a hundred militia watching were dumbfounded, from when young master Kru was beheaded, to the moment the "mute" boy faced the four Knights.

They all just stood there dumbly.

Daring neither to step forward to help, nor to leave recklessly.

Shouts of astonishment continued, as they stared intently at the dazzling slaughter.

The four Knights' swordsmanship was exquisite, and despite wearing Armor weighing dozens of pounds, their bodies did not seem clumsy, as they used their swords, dodged, and even employed knee kicks and elbow strikes, showcasing various combat skills, quite formidable.

But Neil's performance was even more unexpected for them.

Originally, they thought this little guy only took advantage of a sneak attack to kill young master Kru, who had just become a Knight and was caught off guard. Their four Knights attacking together should be able to capture him with ease.

Yet unexpectedly, as soon as they clashed, all four were taken aback!

This boy's strength was too strong!

Neil gripped the Cross Sword firmly, expertly deflecting the incoming swords with either the sword's point or body, creating crisp sounds of clashes and sparks, but in reality, he had already diverted the force away.

His movements were bizarre and twisted, sometimes bending, sometimes leaning back, his sword-wielding hand waving sinuously...

At first glance, he wasn't engaged in a life-or-death duel.

He was dancing!

A strange, bizarre, yet murderously intent dance!

Shing!

A clear ring.

The Cross Sword in Neil's hand trembled several times, parrying a Knight's sword, then struck out swiftly like a hunting viper, hitting the person's throat squarely.

The sharp sword tip easily pierced through the chainmail collar, slicing through his neck completely!

"Gurgle..."

The Knight's sword clattered to the ground.

He clutched the bleeding wound on his neck and fell headlong.

The remaining three Knights only felt a chill rush from their hearts to their heads!

Nerlucius...

This little guy, who lived every day under their watchful eyes, no one knew better than them what an ordinary and mundane boy he was.

Usually struggling with practice swords, even young master Fork could easily bully Neil, yet now he could contend with them, veterans of battlefield combat.

No, to be precise, he was fighting one against four, and even suppressing them!

"You're not Nerlucius!"

"His thumb should have been cut off by Baron Miller!"

"Demon! He must have made a pact with the demon to gain the power of the Flame, this is clearly the 'Dance of Fire' only a church priest should possess!"

The Knights' voices came out excitedly from under their helmets.

Neil's face twisted ferociously, his eyes filled with the pleasure and excitement of revenge, he no longer pretended and spoke in a deep voice:

"I've endured humiliation for two years, all for today... The entire Dutte Family, and you accomplices, all must die!"

Bang bang bang!!

He exerted all his skill in swordsmanship, deflecting a longsword, then swiftly moved to crash into a Knight's chest with a standard shoulder barge, sending him flying.

The Cross Sword in his hand followed closely, slicing through his neck.

Blood splattered.

Neil no longer spared a glance at this Knight, but jumped into that dance of slaughter towards the remaining two Knights.

The outcome was no surprise.

The two Knights, in disbelief, were killed by Neil's Cross Sword piercing their throats.

Before long, Neil stood holding the blood-dripping Cross Sword, at his feet lay the corpses of Kru and the four Knights, turning coldly to look at the militia.

"Master Neil!"

"We beg forgiveness from Master Neil!"

"We were forced, after Lord Birch's death, the lords of our villages and even the Knights' domain hadn't truly submitted to that despicable Miller Dutte..."

"Now that you've killed Kru Dutte, we are willing to serve you, for only you have the right to inherit the Black Horn Domain!"

The militia threw down their farming implements and weapons, kneeling in salute before the boy.

Their faces were awash with awe, a few even showed joy and anticipation...

These people had lived in the Black Horn Domain for generations, attached to the original Lord Lucius's family, their previous submission to Baron Miller was mere coercion, now Neil, as the sole surviving bloodline and having gained sufficient strength, most of the militia were willing to join under his command.

"Thank you."

Neil said blandly, without expression.

He took a deep breath.

Raising his finger, he pointed to a few slightly familiar militiamen, temporarily appointing them as captains, ordering them to lead teams into the castle's main building to bring out the entire Dutte family.

"Yes, Master Neil!"

Four or five relatively burly men picked up axes and machetes again, shouted, and led the dark mass of militia charging towards the main building of the Black Horn Fortress.

The main building's door was tightly closed, clearly the battle just now had already attracted the attention of those inside.