The half-hand sword in his hand has a blade three feet and two inches long, a hammer-like hilt, carved with animal bones, and a tip made of heavy iron. It has a stable center and is suitable for slashing.
The moment he drew his sword, he couldn't even see the afterimage. He could only detect a silver arc cutting through the air and dust, and even shock waves visible to the naked eye overflowed from the friction of the air.
This sonic sword strike is enough to cut through the heavy armor of a heavily armed knight, disembowel a monster several meters high, and completely kill a giant wild boar that can easily collapse a house with just one strike. This is Wiggs' sword skill.
Proof that his physical fitness is close to that of a great knight.
clang!
But this sword, which was almost instinctive and without any hesitation, was blocked by another long sword without any edge.
He drew his sword directly and pressed it against the point of force of the long sword in Wiggs' hand. The source of the sword vibrated, causing the swords of both sides to offset each other as if time had stopped.
"calm."
Hilliard said calmly: "Wiggs, are you so restless? Do you insist on testing me with your sword?"
"Or is it that you have suffered too much in recent years and your spirit is a little abnormal?"
But Wiggs just stared blankly at his mentor's face. He jumped back and sheathed his sword.
"It's really you...you're really old..."
The black-haired knight said solemnly, and then his tone was slightly sarcastic: "I have suffered a lot in these years, but I'm afraid not as much as you, mentor."
Wiggs squinted his eyes and stared at the calm old knight in front of him, slowly sheathing his sword, and said sarcastically: "After all, you have been wanted and wandering for decades, and I can't compare to you."
"Not necessarily." Hilliard also slowly sheathed his sword and sighed: "You have been imprisoned in the mud pit in the imperial capital for twenty or thirty years, and I just went back to my old job, farming and catching fish in the countryside.
Fish, just goofing around."
Then the two fell into a rather long silence.
Both sides looked at each other's current situation, looking for each other's weaknesses and positions, and thinking about the surrounding environment.
The invisible will and perception touch and test in mid-air.
"Wegers, I can't blame you for wanting to survive. After all, you didn't know anything back then."
But this time, it was Hilliard who spoke first.
The old knight put his hand on the hilt of his sword and said in a gentle tone: "You are still a patrol knight and can work for the royal family. This is a status and honor that ordinary people cannot achieve in their lifetime."
"To be honest, this is good enough, why do you have to track down my traces."
He spoke calmly and pointed out the most crucial point: "Whose order? The Duke of the West? General Yuanyan? The one from Junling Castle...maybe it is the new emperor?"
"Or is it your own desire?"
Wiggs stared at his former mentor. He was still as calm and calm as before, always able to grasp the most critical core of things.
He is already a patrol knight, and he is already in the middle and upper levels of the empire. He has psychic powers and can easily gain control over many nobles.
Just like how he could easily obtain a large bribe from Viscount Grant, if he just wanted a peaceful life, he could have just muddle along, live a normal life, and enjoy a decadent and luxurious life.
So, why should he risk death to track down his former mentor?
"There are so many reasons."
Wiggs stepped forward slowly, and the two of them began to move towards the advantageous positions they recognized. He and Hilliard faced each other from a distance, with their hands also pressed on the hilt of the sword: "It's just because I don't know anything, that's why I want to
To know."
The two looked at each other across half of the shallow lake, but the surrounding ground began to shake slightly.
The sand, rocks, and even the roots of the surrounding trees began to shake, causing the leaves to fall, and the dust floated windlessly, suspended in the air, like mist.
"Why exactly?"
After taking a deep breath, the black-haired knight pierced through all this with a stern question: "Why did His Majesty die in the prime of life without making any will?"
"Why did you, mentor, defect to the empire and become a wanted criminal?"
"Why did the prince also die in that turmoil, but no one dared to mention the real cause of his death?"
"Why was the Patrol Knights completely wiped out and only a pawn like me barely survived?!"
"And why have you not said a word for so many years and why have you remained silent until now?!"
"You asked me why? But shouldn't I be the one who should ask why?"
"Teacher, why don't you tell me? Why did the empire become like this!"
Buzz!
While Wiggs kept asking questions, the invisible confrontation between the two sides spread, causing the earth to rise and the shallow lake to dry up.
Silt and solid rock surged up, forming a shield surrounding the two of them.
The trees rooted around the lake forest fell and overturned, because the ground they were rooted in had begun to shake. Translucent crystals and white rock calcium poured out from the earth, manifesting and condensing on the surface of their skin, becoming a layer of artificial armor.
.
More than that……
The edgeless sword held tightly in the silent Hilliard shed its mundane surface, revealing its true material, which is pitch-black Chongyuan Iron. It is composed of countless neatly arranged crystal grains and is the strongest in the world.
One of the substances that can withstand the extreme heat in the abyss.
On the other side, the pure white enamel armor that gradually covered and grew with Wiggers' original armor as the skeleton has turned into a giant more than three meters tall. The enamel armor, which is almost etherically armed, seems to be indestructible, standing on the earth.
"The empire has weakened and my dream is completely unattainable."
A low voice came from the bone armor: "My hometown was burned by the flames of war, and my future is also bleak."
"Yes, mentor, I am just an apprentice you casually rescued and gave guidance to. I am not your official disciple, so I survived."
"But what else can I do while living like this? It's just eating and waiting to die. And I don't know the cause of all this, but I have to suffer the consequences!"
Anger, hatred, resentment, confusion... and deep confusion.
Instead, Wei Gesi's voice gradually became calmer as he told: "I transferred from my true form to my bloodline, sublimated the organ conflict, and almost died of deformation."
"If I didn't rely on the royal family's secret treasure 'Tracing Origin Dettol', I would be stuck at the second energy level for the rest of my life. If it weren't for psychic powers, I wouldn't even be able to stay in the Knights of the Patrol, let alone continue in the empire. Gather strength.”
"There are so many things I need to do and know. How can I stop at Ninghui like this?"
"But how can I get enough credit to get traceable Dettol?"
There was no need to answer this question. The man stared at the old knight in front of him.
Because the answer is right in front of him.
"The Black King's Legacy."
Wiggs said softly: "In the mouths of the Inspector Knights and the nobles of the imperial capital, you took advantage of the turmoil in Dark Moon to betray His Majesty the late Emperor and stole the peerless treasure inherited by the royal family. But I know that this is half true and half false. The lie is that the treasure has absolutely nothing to do with the imperial family, and teacher, you will never steal His Majesty’s treasure.”
"The true aspect is that the treasure does exist. It is precisely because of that incredible divine object that Your Majesty was able to transform from a bastard in the past to the master of the resurgence of the empire that dominates Terra."
The gaze that stared at Hilliard contained both fiery greed and extremely guarded nervousness.
Wearing bone armor, the knight with Liuyin said firmly:
"This precious divine object must be in your hands, mentor!"