Chapter 837: The Holy Knight Walking on Wires

It was simply terrifying. Was this really a human technique?

The two bodyguards watched in shock as their boss was threatened by a spear, too afraid to step closer.

Just a moment ago, they had seemingly run into a magical scene. The spear had stabbed forward like lightning from less than two meters in front of them, moving so fast it felt like it pierced some critical point. With an inexplicable explosion, an invisible force suddenly burst forth, knocking them back three or four meters and rolling them over like tumbling gourds.

With the naked eye, they could see it was just a cold weapon spear, not a high-tech air cannon. How was this even possible?

"Alright! Dragon Knight, I apologize. Rest assured, I will no longer covet the Longinus. However, I must advise you, this weapon is not for civilians."

Seeing the invincible authentic Longinus aimed at him, David Croddor was not about to risk his life to prove loyalty to his lord.

One of the knightly virtues, sacrifice, must be a valuable one. Although unafraid of life and death, it didn’t mean that knights were all Spartans.

To some extent, whether or not the person before him was a truly knighted knight, David Croddor believed that someone with the identity of a holy knight clearly met the standards of a true warrior, if not exceeding them.

The speed and power he displayed were things David had never seen in his life.

Yang Zhenwen stood nearby as if turned to stone, completely dumbfounded.

His mind was filled with images of Lin Mo moving like teleportation and that astonishing thrust. Wasn’t this elevating Cosplay into true Kung Fu?

The value of the Longinus had surpassed his imagination and could no longer be measured in money. The Cullinan diamond and other rare treasures were virtually worthless compared to this spear. Only legendary treasures like the He Shi Bi, the Ark of the Covenant, and the River Map and Luo Book could possibly compare.

Thoughts of watching from the sidelines, a fight leading to mutual destruction, or reaping benefits from the chaos faded away. Yang Zhenwen no longer held any illusions and felt truly hopeless.

That holy knight could give him a pair of sealed eyes, but this big soldier could mercilessly stab him full of holes like a wasp nest.

"Don’t worry about that, I’m not a civilian! I’m not afraid of trouble."

The holy knight’s sudden submission made Lin Mo’s expression much more pleasant. He snorted softly and withdrew the Longinus spear. Without the gold giant dragon at his side for protection and lacking aircraft or other arms, all he could rely on was this trophy he picked up, which seemed to have quite the backstory.

Trouble? Had Lin Mo not caused enough trouble before?

With lots of debt, he didn’t fear taking on more.

The fact that his opponent was not an ordinary civilian made David Croddor’s pupils shrink.

The person before him seemed not as simple as he had imagined.

Thinking further, how could a true civilian come into contact with the Longinus? He had indeed misjudged.

David Croddor self-deprecatingly smiled at Lin Mo and turned to Qi Fei, saying, "I apologize, Miss Qi Fei. I was too abrupt, and the responsibility is mine. Please rest assured, what happened today will not affect our continued cooperation."

If the partnership suddenly ended, he, as the representative of religious affairs, would bear some responsibility. He had heard this collaboration was personally requested by a significant figure from the North American diocese, and even the Church was notably concerned about it, signing the intent contract without caring about the price.

The holy knight doubted that this young girl from China had connections within the higher echelons of the Church. The attitude from both the diocese and the Church indeed carried a subtle feeling of forging connections; otherwise, why would they approach a design company from China instead of one with stronger credentials?

"I hope so, Mr. Croddor!"

The frost on Qi Fei’s face melted a bit, and her hearts settled as she changed how she addressed David Croddor.

After all, maintaining the current cooperative relationship was profitable for both sides.

The unexpected conflict had taken her by surprise. Lin Mo had brought something that even a holy knight could not help but covet without regard for ethics.

The other party’s unreasonable behavior made Qi Fei extremely angry, but the developments that followed were even more perplexing.

The holy knight’s displayed skills were astonishing, while Lin Mo appeared almost inhuman, like a scene from a martial arts movie. In the dazzling clash between the two, a clear winner emerged in an instant.

The holy knight suffered a complete defeat, and even the two tall bodyguards couldn’t come close before being forced to retreat.

The holy knight unexpectedly dropped his proud demeanor, surprising not just the two bodyguards but also making Qi Fei’s heart flutter slightly. She turned to look at Lin Mo, who stood like a spear beside her.

His figure seemed to envelop her in a layer of mist, making it increasingly difficult for her to see clearly.

The transformation in him since graduation had been astonishing; the student-like quality was completely gone, replaced by a pure, soldier’s fortitude and fighting spirit. He resembled a samurai dressed in magnificent heavy armor, making it hard to tell if he was Cosplaying or a true mythical warrior.

“Yes, yes! I would like to invite the two of you to dinner tonight as a token of my apology!”

David Croddor regained his suave gentlemanly demeanor, adjusting his collar as if nothing had happened just moments ago.

“What do you think, Lin Mo?”

Qi Fei turned her gaze to Lin Mo, seeking his opinion.

Until now, she had been careful not to reveal Lin Mo’s real name to David.

Since Lin Mo hadn’t mentioned it, she wouldn’t volunteer the information.

“Sure!”

Lin Mo didn’t say much. When someone else is paying, one must be prepared to spend.

The corner of the Dragon Knight’s mouth curled up in a smile, suddenly giving the holy knight a terrifying feeling, even more frightening than when he was targeted by the Longinus.

As it turned out, David’s ominous premonition was correct.

Oh, glorious lord! Could this Chinese man be the reincarnation of the divine beast known as Taotie from Chinese mythology?

David Croddor stared at the mountain of food piled high before him and found himself speechless.

The restaurant manager was going crazy. Easterners weren’t afraid of big eaters, but Westerners certainly were.

He promptly sent out a chef and two assistants who set up a makeshift grill by the table. Thick steaks sizzled in hot butter, occasionally sprinkled with rosemary and other spices, served perfectly cooked, then quickly vanished into the bottomless pit that could only be described as a fierce beast’s stomach.

With someone treating, Lin Mo certainly didn’t hold back on eating.

This was almost the only commonality between the Dragon Knight and the gold giant dragon.

David swallowed hard. Even though a large portion of steak remained in front of him, he already felt full—as if he’d had his fill, not just from eating but from sight.

Qi Fei, however, seemed unfazed. With a bright smile, she tore off a piece of bread while watching Lin Mo eat with great satisfaction, her own steak remaining untouched. She planned to hold back some food in case Lin Mo devoured the entire restaurant.

The weight of this apology was substantial, and the Dragon Knight accepted it, once again underestimating his opponent, the holy knight, as he clutched the freshly swiped credit card, feeling a pang of anxiety at the thought of the impending bill.

The other party was definitely not a civilian, David Croddor realized entirely. Just looking at his appetite, it was impossible for a civilian family to raise such a person.

Though he still coveted that Longinus spear, David felt powerless.

Unless the Church sent an entire knightly legion and was willing to incur massive casualties while antagonizing a very formidable entity or country, it was simply impossible to obtain such an invaluable interdimensional weapon.

Watching Qi Fei flutter beside Lin Mo, David Croddor shook his head with a wry smile. Just then, his phone rang. Quickly glancing at the screen, he answered it.

“Hello! It’s David. Ah, is this Bishop Moko? Good afternoon, Bishop… Yes, it’s me reporting. The Chinese man, suspected military, is very close to Miss Qi Fei… What? No, no, I didn’t offend him. Just a small conflict, but we quickly resolved it. I just invited him and Qi Fei to dinner… I must report, he has an appetite like a bottomless pit, like Fenrir from Odin’s mythology or Taotie from Eastern mythology. I witnessed him consume food equivalent to fifty people, without even a hint of a bigger belly, it’s unbelievable… Hmm, hmm… Ah! Could it be?… Oh, no… I will keep it confidential, absolutely won’t speak out of turn. Understood, as long as Miss Qi Fei is here, I will strive to build a good relationship with him.”

After hanging up, David Croddor let out a long sigh of relief.

Despite numerous calculations, it seemed nearly everyone in the North American diocese, except for a small handful of informed higher-ups, had misjudged. The Church’s target to cultivate relations was not the Moonlit Lotus or Miss Qi Fei, but rather the Dragon Knight he had unexpectedly met today.

According to the news revealed by Bishop Moko, the person was a Chinese pilot with a flight code also called "Dragon Knight." David considered himself a genuine knight of horseback riding, while the other was an Air Knight piloting a fighter jet.

"Flying dragons in the sky," claiming to be a Dragon Knight, was indeed not surprising.

The bishop had urgently contacted prominent individuals worldwide who owned Longinus spears, but couldn’t find any reports of one missing (the Scarlet Manor incident was under the highest level of secrecy from the American government, and any related news was strictly prohibited from leaking. Even the Church could not learn about the recently completed transaction of a Longinus spear that had yet to be taken out of the manor before someone ‘picked’ it up).