Gilbert was experiencing the same agony as the first knight whose mind had been invaded—rather, the chaos and torment he was enduring at this moment might be several times worse.0

It was as if a dagger had been plunged into his brain, twisting and grinding through soft tissue, reducing it to a pulpy mess and shredding everything it could without outright killing him. The pain was so excruciating that, despite being a hardened knight, Gilbert clenched his teeth together with such force that his jawbone was on the verge of shattering.0

"Damn it…" The Nightblades possessed an iron will that normal people could hardly fathom. The more experienced they were, the stronger their resistance to mental attacks. Gilbert, a battle-hardened knight who had crawled his way through countless life-and-death situations, was a perfect example.0

But even steel could be melted by extreme heat, or bent and broken under immense force. And the mental corruption Gilbert was facing now was exactly that—overwhelming, devastating force.0

Under this ceaseless assault of madness and chaos, any mortal will seemed pathetically fragile in comparison. No one knew how this Destroyer-class automaton managed to transmit such an unfathomable amount of mental corruption to t...0