Origin Paradise!

This place holds the most vicious criminals in the North, numbering up to a thousand. Most of them have at least a dozen murders on their hands. Ordinary murderers who commit robbery can only serve as the lowest-ranking laborers in this prison.

The security at the disaster site was unusually lax today.

A handsome, blond young man entered through the main gate. He was quite tall and had a knight's sword at his waist. His light armor, which appeared thin, was actually extremely thick. The helmet, breastplate, arm guards, and eight other parts of his body were covered with intricate patterns. He looked like a nobleman, but the whip marks from his left eye to his jawline disrupted the overall harmony.

Upon seeing the blond youth pass by, the prison guards on duty all bowed their heads in respect.

Roland Dejouk, the most talented young man in the entire Kingdom of Stuart, successfully advanced to the rank of Grand Knight (Silver) at the age of only twenty-six and mastered the form and usage of the Silver Will.

He graduated from the Royal Knight Academy at the age of thirteen, went to the colony for training, experienced the entire ten-year war, defeated countless so-called geniuses, and joined the kingdom's most elite Royal Guard Knights.

For reasons unknown, Roland resigned from all his posts three years ago and went into exile in the North. He was then recruited by the Duke of Djouk and given a surname, and has since served as the Vice-Governor of the Chaotic Corridor.

But there is no doubt that Roland represents the pinnacle of the younger generation in the entire Old World.

Deng Deng Deng!

Deep within the dungeon, the long-absent sound of footsteps echoed.

It was almost completely dark here, with only a single candle, about to burn out, emitting a faint glow.

In hundreds of cells, pairs of eyes, some bloodthirsty, some indifferent, and some insane, all turned their gazes toward them, and even the most polluted air could not conceal the stench of blood emanating from the beasts.

"Johnny, a knight, committed the unprovoked massacre of the Lord's family, resulting in the deaths of 78 people, including the Lord's youngest son, a poor wretch who had just learned to walk."

In the cell, a disheveled Johnny licked his lips, savoring the memory: "Don't even mention it, this lamb is the most delicious thing in the world."

Roland remained unfazed and continued, "Philip, a novice knight, has roamed seven cities, claiming to be a divinely ordained thief. His presence is extremely faint, and he has attacked and murdered more than twenty noblewomen without showing any remorse."

Philip, sprawled out on his back, scoffed disdainfully: "If I can't touch women, what's the point of my life?"

“Pondi…”

“Loz…”

One name after another was read from Roland's lips; each one of them deserved the cruelest torture, a thousand cuts. The kingdom's most fortified prison merely bound them; repentance was out of the question, and the trial was nowhere in sight.

“...Rhine Augustus, the Fallen Lieutenant.”

Roland looked into the deepest darkness, where a handsome young man was bound on a black oak cross crafted by the great wizard.

"You are a scoundrel that no loving mother could forgive."

"A total of 187220 people have been killed, including but not limited to torture, arson, explosions, massacres, and the spread of deadly diseases... I don't know how the two great wizards came up with this number, but be thankful that no one knows about your evil deeds on the continent of the dead, and you will return to dust in the future."

The dungeon was completely silent.

All the most vicious criminals stared blankly into the deepest darkness, many repeatedly picking their ears, their expressions filled with extreme doubt. As for those criminals who knew the true value of a Grand Wizard, they were utterly horrified. The Grand Wizard's silver will form was primarily inclined towards knowledge, spirit, and wisdom. Since a precise figure had been given, the possibility of error was extremely low.

When the last man's crimes were declared over, the criminals became noticeably more subdued, with a few even weeping bitterly. They had always been proud of their numerous crimes, but there are always those more wicked than the criminals. The serial killer was as innocent as a child in front of the corrupt lieutenant.

Roland said expressionlessly, “For the next week, you will have limited freedom of action. Duke Dejouk has personally appointed me as the interim warden. You will have three pirate ships at your disposal. Your mission is to recruit pirates to attack Viscount Hru’s territory in turn until it is destroyed. During this period, I will keep an eye on you. Once it is done, you will be free.”

"Playing the black glove again, huh? Heh, that's why I got in here."

"Anyone who believes this is an idiot. But even if it's fake, I'm still going to do it. Don't try to take the Viscountess from me."

“Look! Our great Duke of Djouk is furious! His Majesty is wise and mighty to offer his two colonies as a dowry.”

"Poor Viscount Hru was loyal to the royal family, yet Grand Knight Roland has become a lackey. I can't tell who the traitor is! Hahaha."

The depths of the prison were instantly filled with clamor and schadenfreude.

Duke Dejouk is one of the three Golden Pillars of the Kingdom, guarding the Corridor of Strife for decades. However, since the death of the old king, the succeeding Mad King has regarded him as a thorn in his side. If it weren't for the fact that another Golden Pillar—the Commander of the Royal Guard—was still alive, the two sides would probably have already broken into war.

Click!

A sudden sound of rock and iron shattering rang out.

The alchemical magic steel, strong enough to restrain an ordinary great knight, was corroded by energy, and the surging power broke it off.

The chaotic laughter abruptly stopped.

Jiang He opened her eyes and calmly said, "All three pirate ships are mine."

The cold, icy voice seemed to stir up a fierce wind deep within the dungeon, chilling to the bone.

Roland shook his head. "The ship belongs to all of you."

boom!

Jiang He nodded, took a step forward, and instantly disappeared from his spot. His tall figure smashed through the prison bars with extreme force, making the notoriously sturdy and imposing Disaster Prison seem incredibly fragile in an instant.

"Half a minute, let me kill them all, then we can talk."

Roland's pupils dilated as if in an earthquake; it was too fast.

Jiang He roughly reached out and grabbed Knight Johnny's head. The latter was enveloped in crimson energy, but before it could completely cover his body, he had already closed his five fingers together.

boom!

Johnny's head exploded like a watermelon, and his headless body fell to the ground, blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

"Does Knight level equal peak Bronze level?"

Jiang He pondered to himself, then threw a back punch without turning his head. His Overlord Blood Body granted him extraordinary physique, speed, and strength.

Bang!

The criminal who attempted a sneak attack was hammered through the chest and embedded in the wall, dying instantly.

"Go together!"

"He's just a knight!"

"Come on!"

Dozens of prisoners in the cell rushed forward together, all of them bloodthirsty and fearless.

Boom boom boom!

Jiang He's hands were like knives; with each slash and thrust, a large amount of flesh and blood exploded in front of him. He repeatedly activated his Zhenbu technique, breaking through the rough encirclement net around him. The deepest part of the Calamity Prison was in complete chaos, and the fences made of magic steel were as fragile as paper.

"enough!"

Roland drew his sword and stepped forward, unleashing the full power of the Knight's Breathing Technique. With a vertical slash, the several-meter-long white sword slash shot out like a crescent moon, greatly enhancing the sharpness of the blade thanks to the White Rose Breathing Technique of the Djouk family.

laugh!

With his internal energy covering his entire body, Jiang He pinched the white sword slash with one hand. Blood splattered from his palm, and a tiny crack appeared, only to disappear abruptly as he recovered with his powerful self-healing. With the vibration of his internal energy, he crushed the sword slash with his bare hands.

"Ordinary creatures of the Silver Age."

Chi Chi!

Dozens of iron-blooded thorns shot out, carrying withered, perfect-grade creatures, and in an instant, a bloodbath swept through the prison.

In the corner, Philip's hands trembled violently as he gripped his dagger and charged forward, using his naturally faint presence to launch an attack from the enemy's blind spot.

"Die, monster!"

Jiang He turned around and delivered a straight kick. The Death Boots, combined with his physique and internal energy, unleashed a violent force. A huge sonic boom resounded throughout the prison, and Philip's body was never seen again.

"The Grand Knight stage is equivalent to Silver."

"Knight is equivalent to the peak of Bronze."

"Apprentice Knight is equivalent to Bronze Elite".

Jiang He concluded that his actions, besides preparing to take over the three pirate ships, were mainly to confirm his position in the food chain. Most predators would do this when entering a new and unfamiliar environment.

"Rhine Augustus!"

Roland suppressed his anger. From the moment the other party attacked to the moment all the prisoners were killed, less than ten seconds had passed. Even he would find it difficult to so swiftly and brutally kill hundreds of prisoners who possessed extraordinary abilities.

It's sizzling!

An invisible wave surged from Roland's body. The Knight's Breathing Technique is a technique that resonates with the body and soul. When the rhythm of the breathing technique is in sync with the Silver Will, the true form of the knight will manifest.

A magnificent white rose enveloped Roland.

“Wow, times are progressing.” Lilith watched with interest and reminded, “It looks like a prototype of a mythical form. Strictly speaking, it’s just an external imitation. It should be the masterpiece of generations of Gold-level powerhouses in our hometown exploring higher levels. The fact that it can be applied to lower-level superhumans shows that the technology is quite mature.”

Roland swung his sword, and the true form of the white rose scattered countless petals. The extremely sharp sword energy filled the surroundings, and dense cracks appeared on the walls. The deepest part of the Calamity Prison was almost shattered by him.

A sword was swung out.

The B-grade Ocean Treasure – Knight's Sword: Ode to the Ocean – unleashed a continuous stream of sword energy, sweeping across the land like a tidal wave. Roland's extensive military experience allowed him to completely shut down any chance of his opponent's evasion.

boom!

The depths of the calamity prison collapsed completely, with rolling rocks falling from above and smoke and dust filling the air.

Amidst the ruins, Jiang He shook off the stones around him. The surface of his Overlord Armor was cracked like a net, but it had not yet completely collapsed. When he re-injected energy, a new armor covered the damaged parts.

"Slightly stronger than those three dark creatures, but only to a limited extent."

Roland stared in disbelief at the scene before him, his all-out sword strike failing to break through the defenses; he found it hard to accept this outcome.

"Come again!"

The second sword was raised high and then brought down.

Unfortunately, a blood-red short spear was one step ahead.

"Come back when you're free to stay here."

Jiang He instantly shifted his position in front of his opponent, smashing his wrist with his first jab and disarming him with his bare hands.

The second left straight punch struck the chest, neutralizing the force and sweeping across the target's entire body, shattering White Rose's true form.

The third uppercut slammed into Roland's jaw, sending him flying. Finally, he raised his leg and kicked upwards, sending the blond figure crashing through the prison ceiling like a cannonball, almost rising into the air before landing on the ground. The dense sound of bones shattering was extremely eerie.

"He's still alive. He's a promising young man."

Jiang He walked up the almost collapsed staircase to the first floor of the prison, where dozens of prison guards lined up and surrounded him, all of them looking terrified.

Roland struggled to his feet, bracing himself with his arms, but was immediately pushed back down by someone. That strange force struck again, spreading through his internal organs and causing him to cry out in agony.

Jiang He lowered her eyes thoughtfully. This guy was not old, only twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He was still far from death. The energy level of the new world had increased significantly. The silver level, which was rarely seen in normal times, had just arrived and was lying in front of her.

"Do we still stand by what we said before?"

Roland gritted his teeth. The reason he acted in anger was that he didn't want to mess up the Duke's instructions. The attack on Viscount Hru's territory was already imminent, so it was a done deal.

"Let me get up first!"

Jiang He walked to the side and contacted the team members.

"Boss, I'm patrolling the airspace above the bustling harbor."

“Xiao He, there are alien races on the street. I have transformed into a werewolf and am now in the bustling port.”

"Big snake, I'm selling matches in Bustling Harbor."

"Let's meet at the harbor shore."

The fact that all the members are in the same position is good news.

Roland paused for a moment, then suddenly strained to stand up. The excruciating pain from the large-scale shattering of his bones caused his eyes to twitch with pain.

"All gone!"

The jailers couldn't wait to leave this place of trouble.

Roland touched his waist and suddenly had a bad feeling. He tentatively asked, "Where is my sword?"

Jiang He didn't bother to answer, her eyes calmly fixed on him.

After what could be described as a long silence, Roland closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and regained his composure.

“Mr. Rhine, you will need to attack Viscount Hru’s territory as a pirate. The despicable mad king is willing to sacrifice the Duke’s interests to satisfy his own desires. Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, this is the motto of the Dejoker family. I will supervise you from the side. When the Viscount’s territory is destroyed, you will regain your freedom.”

"Have I lost my freedom now?" Jiang He asked doubtfully. "Or do you still think you can keep me here even now? Let's talk about something more practical. What kind of secret method do you use to gain power from breathing, or a treasure that directly increases your mental speed? If you don't give me some benefits, who do you expect to work hard?"

Roland took a deep breath, and even his dazzling golden hair trembled slightly.

"I need to report to the Duke. I hope you won't go too far. The Duke is one of only three titled knights in the kingdom, and he is not someone a Grand Knight can fathom."

"Please go ahead," Jiang He said. He was no match for the Golden Domain at the moment, but the Möbius Blood Shadow and the Animal Companion Teleportation were enough to ensure a retreat. Even if the Golden Domain had strong isolation, the enhanced simplified domain would not be unable to withstand the full domain for even a moment.

Chapter 285 Attack on the Viscount's Territory (6k)

Half an hour passed quickly.

Due to the recent rampant piracy, the Northern Fleet has left port to pursue and suppress them. In addition, a knight-level serial killer inexplicably appeared this morning, and the case remains unsolved. As a result, the once bustling port has suddenly become deserted.