I was a knight in the Middle Ages

"You...were waiting for me?" Alpha walked up to the rhinoceros, somewhat surprised.

The armored rhinoceros's massive head actually nodded slowly.

"Alright! Since that's the case, then so be it. Lead everyone and fight your way out!" Alpha hadn't originally intended to abandon this honest, big guy.

What I just said was merely a cover for the emotions I felt.

Although the armored rhinoceros is powerful, its five-meter-tall size makes it too conspicuous and an easy target.

However, at this moment, Alpha no longer cared about hiding its strength.

He had to buy time for everyone to ensure their safe evacuation.

After creating a brief but violent chaos in the city, the Dark Knight and the dragon vanished without a trace.

Now, the fury of the entire arena will be unleashed upon these slaves.

“Hero, let’s go together! We can’t leave you behind!” Zahir led the survivors to the door, turned back to look at Alpha who was covering the rear alone, his eyes filled with gratitude and reluctance.

Alpha shook his head, his expression calm and resolute: "You people are too conspicuous; you can't escape. Only if I stay can I secure the best chance of survival for you. Remember my name, Ray. If we meet again, find me in the Holy City."

With that, Alpha walked to the massive bronze gate of the Colosseum, gathered his strength in his arms, and let out a deep, furious roar.

"Boom--!"

He slammed the heavy door shut, separating the two worlds.

He pulled down the emergency stop valve next to the door, locking the door firmly in place.

Outside the door lies the path of hope to freedom; inside lies a hellish realm.

Alpha turned around, facing the surging crowd of arena guards and enraged nobles from all directions, and slowly assumed a fighting stance.

"The battle is not over yet," Alpha said, a cold smile curving his lips. "Now, it is a battle between knights."

Alpha is no longer a prisoner who needs to hide his brilliance, but is ready to compete in this bloody arena.

A lone knight who single-handedly declared war on the entire dark regime.

"Surrender! Or die!" The leading Imperial Knight Commander roared hoarsely, raising his gleaming longsword high, spittle flying everywhere.

The knightly phalanx behind him stood ready, their long spears forming a forest that completely blocked the exit of the Colosseum.

Alpha leaned on a blood-stained Imperial standard rifle he had picked up from the ground, the tip of which was pointing diagonally at the ground.

His chest heaved violently, and sweat soaked through his tattered clothes, gradually staining them red.

Nevertheless, Alfa's spine remains straight, like an unbreakable javelin.

He raised his blood-stained yet still stern face, and in a voice equally hoarse but unwavering, answered, word by word:

"A knight is never a slave."

These six simple words were like a thunderclap.

The message resonated in the hearts of all the survivors who were still observing, and it also gave a jolt to the self-proclaimed noble imperial knights on the other side.

They sensed something more terrifying than death emanating from this frail man—an unconquerable will.

Without further ado, the war machine was started again.

The two sides collided with a deafening roar, like two surging tides.

Alpha mounted the warhorse he had stolen from the enemy, and the two of them, one on horseback and one on foot, cut precisely and ruthlessly into the enemy formation like a sharp scalpel.

At this moment, Alpha is unable to use holy power, has no power of discipline, and is not protected by any armor.

But his honed fighting skills and instincts still make him the most terrifying killing machine on the battlefield.

The spear in his hands transformed into a dragon, each thrust and parry precisely striking the enemy's vitals or the weak points of their weapons.

Alpha single-handedly guarded the gate to the Colosseum that he had just opened.

Time passed second by second, and the enemy's corpses piled higher and higher at his feet.

Alpha was even forced to stand atop mountains of corpses and seas of blood, continuing this near-desperate slaughter.

The knight commander watched from behind with a pounding heart; he knew they couldn't afford to keep wasting their energy like this.

He saw that Alpha was exhausted, a cruel glint flashed in his eyes, and he turned to his personal bodyguard and ordered, "Buzat, go up! Finish him off!"

“Yes, sir!” A burly man, taller than an ordinary knight and clad in heavy black armor, stepped forward in response.

He wielded a two-handed greatsword, and with each step he took, the ground trembled slightly.

The two clashed instantly.

"clang--!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening.

Buzat's greatsword was powerful and heavy, each strike carrying the force to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Alpha seemed to be struggling, and after several head-on clashes, he and his horse were forced to retreat repeatedly.

Finally, with a heavy blow from Buzat, Alpha was sent flying.

"boom!"

Alpha's back slammed heavily against the cold steel bars of the city gate, producing a dull thud that seemed to shake the entire gate.

The spear in his hand was also knocked away and slipped from his grasp.

Buzat held the absolute upper hand, closing in step by step, his greatsword raised high, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Alpha.

However, a strange scene happened.

Despite Buzat's overwhelming advantage, he was never able to truly kill this seemingly exhausted enemy.

Every attack that seemed about to hit was dodged by the slightest margin by Alpha, or it would withstand the attack with other parts of its body.

On the other hand, Buzat himself, although he did not suffer a fatal injury, had countless small wounds on his body without his knowledge.

These wounds weren't deep, but they bled profusely, draining his strength.

At this moment, Buzat was panting heavily and had multiple injuries on his body.

Alpha remained firmly against the fence, like a persistent leech, preventing him from advancing an inch.

In the end, the two got entangled again and wrestled together.

Buzat pressed Alpha down with all his might, and the two figures disappeared behind a pile of corpses.

Thinking the battle was finally over, the knight commander impatiently ordered, "Buzat, return to the ranks!"

However, Buzat did not react at all, remaining lying on Alpha without moving.

Just as the knight commander was about to get angry, the "corpse" suddenly moved.

Alpha braced himself with both hands on the ground and exerted force, forcefully flipping Buzat off his body to the ground.

By the light of the fire, everyone gasped in shock.

Buzat's chest had been pierced by a short sword pulled from his waist, its blade piercing his heart with pinpoint accuracy.

His eyes remained wide open until his death, his face filled with disbelief.

"Unforgivable! Kill him!" The knight commander finally snapped out of his shock, his furious roar echoing through the sky.

Alpha drew his short sword without even glancing at the corpse on the ground.

He knew his physical strength had reached its limit and it was time to leave.

However, just as Alpha was about to turn around, a deadly chill came from behind.

A dark shadow appeared like a ghost, and a pitch-black dagger almost grazed Alpha's neck, drawing a string of blood beads.

If Alpha hadn't retained its combat instincts and powerful perception, instinctively tilting its head slightly, its throat would have been slit by now.

"A dark assassin!" Alpha's heart skipped a beat.

Before he could recover from the shock of his narrow escape, the assassin pounced again, each move deadly.

At the same time, the knight army pressed forward again, and the shadow of death had never been so close.

Just at this critical moment, another unexpected event occurred!

"boom--!"

With a loud crash, right behind Alpha at the city gate, a steel fence as thick as an arm was smashed open and twisted from the inside by a tremendous force!

A huge black shadow burst through the smoke and dust and appeared in front of Alpha.

"go!"

It's that armored rhinoceros! It has returned sometime ago.

Alpha's eyes flashed as it seized this fleeting opportunity.

With a sudden push off the wall, it leaped up and landed steadily on the rhinoceros's mountain-like back.

"Sorry, buddy, there's no time for formalities this time!"

Alpha clamped its legs together, controlling the massive torrent of steel and preventing it from breaking out.

Instead, they charged straight ahead, facing the dense crowd head-on!

With its indestructible head and Alpha's command, the armored rhinoceros carved a path through the crowd!

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and screams were heard.

When Alpha, leading the Rhino, broke through the encirclement and reached open ground, the pursuers behind them faced two choices:

Should we pursue this powerful and troublesome Alpha, or should we pursue the slaves who have already scattered and are easier to capture?

They ultimately chose the third option—to split their forces and pursue the enemy!

However, they underestimated Alpha's audacity.

Alpha, riding the rhinoceros, did not choose to flee along the rugged mountain path, but instead swaggered towards the coastline.

Alpha seemed completely unconcerned about the relentless pursuers behind it.

That composure and calmness made the pursuers dare not get too close, fearing it was a trap to lure them in.

As dawn broke, the sea breeze, carrying a salty and damp scent, swept through the desolate air of the harbor.

The massive warship "Wavebreaker" lay quietly at the dock, like a slumbering steel behemoth.

Alpha slowly stepped onto the ship's stairs, its silhouette stretched long in the rising sunlight.

He had just gone through a thrilling night battle, and although he was forcing himself to stay awake, his eyes were filled with an unconcealable weariness.

The moment Alpha stepped onto the deck.

In the shadows of the dock, several dark, assassin-like figures suddenly sprang up like phantoms.

The blades in their hands gleamed coldly, their targets aimed directly at Alpha's vitals.

These are assassins kept by the nobles, tasked with intercepting and killing Alpha at crucial moments.

However, Alpha didn't even turn its head.

He seemed oblivious to everything, his steps never faltering.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”

Just as the assassins' weapons were about to touch Alpha's body, another, faster black shadow flashed out from behind Alpha, blocking his way like a ghost.

The clash of swords and the clang of metal were incessant.

That was Peter, Alpha's most loyal shadow guard, who single-handedly shielded him from all the deadly attacks.

"Anyone who dares to board the ship will be killed without mercy."

Alpha's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority and clearly resonated throughout the entire dock.

This was the only order given by Alfa after boarding the ship.

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadowy guard retreated back to the dock like a ghost.

Only the corpses of the assassins and the blood on the ground remained, deterring all the restless enemies.

After the order was given, Alpha no longer wanted to put on a brave face, and the energy it had forced itself to muster instantly dissipated.