Chapter 233: Chapter 233 - 188: The Frenzied Nest

The mountain wind shuttled between the dense forests, carrying a suffocating stench of corpses.Weir held his breath for a while, but ultimately lowered his voice and said, "God, is that the Nest. It's so, so disgusting."He spoke softly, yet his voice trembled uncontrollably, as if afraid of disturbing the world of silence and writhing below the valley:Below the slope was a gorge that seemed to be torn open by the earth.Sunlight could not penetrate the treetops, leaving only dim shadows and darkness, outlining a huge shadow that seemed to wriggle like a living creature.On that shell were embedded blurred faces of humans, mostly adult men, with distorted, struggling expressions, as if frozen eternally in pain, sealed within a nightmare-like amber.Nearby the Nest, rows of insect corpses moved slowly.Some of these insect corpses had once been human, some were formerly magical beasts, and some vaguely resembled knights.Silent, repetitive, endless.This was not a battlefield but a theater of sacrifice.No one could utter a word.Even Duke Edmund, seasoned in battle and accustomed to gore, frowned slightly, standing beside Louis, gazing at the scene defying common sense, a rare heavy expression in his eyes.He patted Louis's shoulder, as if comforting him: "I don't think this is something you should handle."The Duke's tone was not reprimanding but advising, having recognized the young man in front of him, often regarding him as a future cornerstone.Yet, having never encountered it, he did not know if his own strength as a Peak Knight could withstand it, let alone Louis's knights.He wished to persuade further, even considered issuing a strong order to retreat.But turning his head, he saw in Louis's eyes no hesitation as he looked at the Nest, but a gaze as if surveying a castle awaiting assault.The young man's expression was focused, his eyes fervent, a glow only those confident in victory would possess.Edmund wanted to say more, advising him to abandon this dangerous gamble, but ultimately he held his tongue.Letting this spirited young man suffer a setback also wasn't entirely bad.Who in their youth hasn't been slapped by reality a few times, learning genuine caution and skill?Besides. he was already absurdly stronger than most.Finally reaching the "heart" built of rot and fear."Prepare."The wind continued to howl on the slope, stirring fallen leaves and dust.Yet Louis's voice was as steady as a rock, unwavering as he squinted at the enormous Nest encircled by insect corpses, raising his right hand slightly, fingertip trembling.The knights hiding under the trees held their breath, gripping specially made spears bound with Magic Burst Crystal Cores, weapons capable of tearing rocks and burning through Iron Armor.Louis gestured."Release!"In the next instant, several streaks of cold light whizzed from the shadows, tearing through the sky, heading directly for the Nest!Air seemed shredded, the screech piercing through eardrums.The spears dragged brilliant red trails, like meteors descending from the heavens, shooting fiercely towards the enormous black-red Nest.However."Bam!"A thick tentacle, as dark as ink, suddenly sprung from the Nest's surface, striking the flying spears, knocking them along with the bursting light to the ground.Boom!