I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Chapter 109: Red Knight Of War

The Red Knight of War.

Her name itself symbolizes war, and among the Four Knights, she possessed power enough to be called a disaster based solely on her pure force.

The strike she unleashed previously was the maximum force she could muster in an instant.

The moment her power clashed with the opponent, she felt a considerable sense of unease from her own sword.

Even though her opponent was completely obliterated, she felt that her full-force attack had been slightly hindered.

'It's hard... No, it feels as though the attack itself was distorted.'

It was likely an ability that nullified physical attacks that touched the body.

But such abilities ultimately respond to the user's magical power, and typically, if pushed with power exceeding magical force, they are bound to be breached.

As a result, although the opponent's ability was extraordinary, she was superior in capability, which decided the outcome.

Had the opponent engaged in combat more cautiously, there was a considerable chance they could have neutralized her attacks multiple times.

'Indeed, troublesome... These heroes are.'

Indeed, purely in terms of ability, they were not to be underestimated.

This was the Red Knight's evaluation of the hero from their previous clash.

"What? Is he an idiot?"

To those unaware of the process, it would have simply appeared as if the hero charged recklessly and died.

Aware of this blunt evaluation being voiced nearby, the Red Knight quietly turned to look at the undead figure beside her.

Unlike the other undead who were busy attacking the fortress wall at her command, this one, wearing a mask, was the only one who ignored her orders and stayed by her side.

"I thought they might have something up their sleeve, but they just ran in and got killed immediately... Pfffft, it's astonishing that someone with such low intelligence survived this long~"

"...Blight, why are you in the army I lead?"

Blight, the White Knight of Plague.

No, more accurately, a 'puppet' created by his hand.

He merely assembled suitable corpses to form a body, injected it with his magic, and replicated his consciousness within it.

While the original was likely engaging in a feint attack from another direction, she was curious why he attached this clone to her.

Was there some message he needed to convey?

"Why did I come? I came to keep our Red Knight company, so she doesn't get bored~"

"...Blight, you..."

"Whoa~! Don't be so harsh~ I mean, comrades can share a joke or two while running operations, right?"

Blight stepped back two paces, startled.

Arguing was normal for them, but that was strictly when they weren't in the middle of an operation.

"Do you think what we are doing now is a joke?"

Despite it being a command from their master, how could he so casually speak of jokes when facing their enemies?

"Puhuhu, it's a joke~!"

Even so, Blight maintained his characteristic playful demeanor as he responded to her.