Watching the approaching dark line in the distance, Richard couldn't help but feel a headache.
The consumption of these dozens of Black Knights would definitely be a substantial enhancement to his strength. However, the strength of these Black Knights was a bit too formidable; if he forced himself to consume them, he was very likely to choke to death.
"Ulysses, I remember you mentioned that these Black Knights would hunt down nightmare creatures. Are they interested in a foreign soul like me?" Richard asked, tilting his head.
"Caw, I really hadn't thought about that, you can give it a try."
Richard turned his head toward the Black Knights. The Black Knights were like a black tide, their charges carrying an unstoppable force, their riding spears seeming capable of piercing through any obstacle in their path.
Beyond that, they also emitted strands of the Power of Nightmare. These powers intertwined with one another, forming chains that linked dozens of Black Knights together.
