Just like the previous town, this place was still filled with slaughter, blood, plunder, and death. Marcy suddenly let out a beast-like growl from his throat. Following his gaze, William Ford saw the tallest building in the town—the church. In front of it was parked a rather new carriage, which was precisely Marina’s coach. Dozens of human heads were swaying and hanging from the roof of the carriage, their faces twisted in agony, clearly having suffered immense torment in life, and unable to find peace even in death.

William Ford managed to recognize a few familiar faces among the heads. After all, just last night in the tavern, these victims had been drinking with him. The only consolation was that among these dozens of victims, there were no women.

Of course, it could also be understood that what Marina was now facing might be even more terrifying than death.

At this moment, Marcy had already charged forward in a frenzy. The two masked servants guarding the carriage were smashed out of shape almost instantly, and the half-closed doors of the church were immediately flung inward. But right after, a huge metallic crash rang out from inside. Marcy, who had charged in like a mad bull, staggered backward, and his black, thick, small iron shield on his left forearm now bore obvious cracks and dents.

Immediately after, a similarly burly man wearing a horned helmet and wielding a heavy shield and giant hammer stepped out. His armor and weapon style were exactly the same as Marcy’s, except his were fiery red. The man looked up at the panting Marcy and said in a booming voice, “Traitor, today is the day you die!”

He raised his fiery red one-handed warhammer and charged at Marcy with a “thud, thud, thud, thud!” Both men were stocky and short, and with their full suits of heavy armor, William Ford estimated their combined weight to be over half a ton. The two grappled and wrestled, crashing into a house across the road, which immediately collapsed, sending dust flying everywhere!

William Ford calmly analyzed the situation from the side. Naturally, he wouldn’t let such a golden opportunity slip by. In three quick strides, he rushed into the church, slashing down a terrified masked servant, and then saw the unconscious Marina lying flat on the altar.

At this moment, the sounds of the two savage warriors brawling outside could be heard, their armor clanging loudly as they struck each other. William Ford, however, hesitated. Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he activated the Nightmare Mark to review the hidden quest he had received, carefully reading the quest objective: Help Marcy meet Marina. He read it several times, and a cold, sinister smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

As William Ford took a step closer to Marina, she slowly woke up. Upon seeing a familiar face, she instinctively threw herself into his arms, sobbing, “Lauren! Are you here to save me? Jack and the others are all dead!”

William Ford replied slowly:

“Yes, I came with Marcy to save you.”

A look of sudden fear appeared on Marina’s face:

“Marcy! Did he put on that suit of evil armor imbued with demonic power again?”

William Ford nodded, speaking meaningfully:

“For you, his beloved angel, he is willing to fall and become a devil. Your love will be witnessed for eternity in this church.”

Before Marina could process this, she suddenly felt a chill in her abdomen. In that instant, William Ford thrust his short sword upward from her lower belly, driving it deep until it nearly reached her throat!

No one could survive such a wound.

So she died swiftly and directly. Her wide-open eyes were filled with pain, unwillingness, and confusion. William Ford then quickly and calmly tore open Marina’s dress, making it look as if she had struggled fiercely, deliberately exposing her thigh. The stark contrast between her snow-white thigh and the dark red blood was striking. William Ford also deliberately added some wounds to himself, then picked her up and walked out of the church.

As he passed the corpse of the masked servant, the expressionless William Ford stomped on its throat, crushing both the windpipe and the neck bones. He was so meticulous in order to eliminate any possibility of this incident being exposed.

All around was now a wasteland. Under the duel of these two steel monsters, few buildings of this era could withstand their repeated collisions.

At this point, Marcy was clearly at a disadvantage. One horn of his helmet had even been broken off, and many parts of his black armor were cracked. Blood was streaming from the corners of his mouth, staining his thick beard and splattering his black armor.

At this moment, William Ford ran out, cradling Marina in his arms, his expression filled with grief, crying out in anguish, “Marcy! I was too late! They tried to violate Marina, and she refused to submit. That masked servant saw me rush in, panicked—and killed her!”

Entry: The World of the Round Table Knights, Chapter 8: The Unleashing of Unusual Arts