The Butcher of Sargon (LoL x Arknight Fanfiction)

"Adakrys, why are you here?" the knight demanded.

"I came to find my companions!" Garde replied, looking up at the knight before him. 

This was unusual for Garde, as he was accustomed to looking down on others. 

Being looked down upon was a first for him. 

"They accidentally entered your dream."

"Dream?" The knight laughed upon hearing Garde's words. 

Not only did he laugh, but the thousands of knights behind him laughed as well.

"No, Adakrys," the knight said, his red mask glowing with a crimson light. "This is not a dream. This is reality!"

The knight's condescending attitude irritated Garde, but knowing that Saria and the others were trapped in this place, he decided to negotiate. "This is your reality, not ours," Garde said, trying to be patient. "In reality, we are in danger. We cannot afford to waste time here."

Garde knew that even if he lost consciousness, his body's instincts would still drive him to fight enemies. 

However, without his brain's guidance, he could be defeated by a comparable foe or a well-coordinated group. 

He preferred peaceful resolutions whenever possible.

The knight scoffed, "Your fate means nothing to us. Why should we let you out? What's in it for us?"

Garde thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "If you let my companions go, how about I help you recover all your bones once I get out?"

He felt there might be a chance. "You might not know, but your remains in the Foehn Hotlands have been collected by a group of robots. Oh, I forgot, you're from over a thousand years ago, so you might not even know what robots are. Anyway, I'll help you retrieve your bones if you let my companions go..."

"Silence!" The knight cut him off. "What use are long-decayed remains to us? We do not need such things."

"Then what do you want?" Garde was getting impatient. 

He only wanted to rescue Saria and the others quickly. 

If he delayed too long, he might be fine, but their bodies would be in jeopardy.

"Oh, would you agree to any condition?" the knight asked.

Taking a deep breath, Garde replied earnestly, "As long as it's within my power."

"Good." The knight's gaze carried a hint of derision. "Adakrys, I want you to submit to me."

Garde's eyelid twitched, and he tightened his grip on his axe, a polite smile on his face. "Sorry, I didn't catch that. Could you repeat it?"

"Hmph, no matter how many times I say it," the knight sneered, "Adakrys, I want you to—"

"Fuck you, Sargon curse!" Garde interrupted, suddenly moving.

At such close range, Garde swung his axe towards the knight's horse.

"Hmph," the knight, having anticipated this, drew a long sword from his back and slashed at Garde in return.

Before Garde could strike the knight's horse, the knight's blade was poised to cut him in two. 

Thus, Garde had no choice but to dodge the attack. 

If he dodged, the other knights would swarm him, pinning him down to show him who was master in this world.

However, the knight did not anticipate what happened next. 

Instead of dodging, Garde stayed his course, aiming his strike at the horse.

'Foolish Adakrys,' thought the knight coldly. 'Do you believe that dying in a dream is not true death?'

The knight had known all along about the desecration of their corpses. 

From the moment this Adakrys had entered the dream, his fate was sealed. 

Anyone who desecrated a knight's remains would meet a grisly end in an endless Nightzmora.

Yet, when the knight's blade struck Garde's head, it didn't slice through him as effortlessly as he expected. Instead, it felt like striking solid steel. 

The knight's hand was numbed from the shock of the impact.

Garde's head was unharmed, and his massive axe was already descending towards the knight's horse. 

The flaming steed tried to leap away, but Garde caught it mid-air and delivered a crushing punch. 

The force of Garde's eighteen years of combat training nearly obliterated the horse's skull. 

Before the horse could hit the ground, Garde's axe came down again.

"You dared to mock me? Your horse is finished!"

Now, Garde's anger was unleashed. 

He had tried to negotiate politely to rescue Saria and the others, but the knight had not taken him seriously. 

So, Garde retaliated fiercely. 

He felled the knight's horse with a single blow and immediately turned his attention to the knight himself.

As his horse fell, the knight's eyes blazed with rage. "Insolent Adakrys, this is our dominion!"

Garde paid no heed, his next blow shattering the knight's body. 

But the fragments reassembled quickly, the knight's fury unquenched.

"In this realm of consciousness, you cannot win! We conquered your ancestors centuries ago; you are but our servants. Kneel before me!"

As the knight spoke, the collective will of all the knights in this realm pressed down on Garde. 

He was not facing a single knight but the entire consciousness that formed this space.

However, Garde grinned savagely. "Nightzmora Knights? Just a bunch of outdated relics. In our world, might makes right! You are remnants of an old era, and the new era has no place for you!"

Summoning the power within, Garde's form grew larger, threatening to burst through the confines of the dream space.

"If you don't stop now, your companions will be lost in this dream forever," a mature, alluring voice whispered in Garde's ear. "If you trust me just a little, I can help you save them. I swear by my name, Ho'olheyak, honorary president of the Columbian Astrological Research Association. I won't deceive you—at least not this time."

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