Palmer didn't think he could pose any threat to the Silver Knight, but as long as he could slightly hinder him, it was enough.
The flying knife scraped against the armor, sparking, as a hook shot through the air, embedding into Alice's body. The hook rope tightened, pulling Alice down, avoiding the Silver Knight's slash, with Bologue holding the other end.
"Bastard!"
The Silver Knight roared angrily, rarely had anyone dared provoke him like this, even Lebius approached battle with him with utmost caution.
But Bologue was different, he was the Undead, and death, which terrifies ordinary people, was merely routine for Bologue.
The Silver Knight's identity, tier, and strength—none of it mattered to Bologue. Let alone the Defender, with the power of the Undead, Bologue was daring enough to challenge even the Seeker of Glory.
"I can discern priorities clearly enough."
While speaking, Bologue gripped an iron spear, hurling it toward the Silver Knight.
