Holding the heavy sword without an edge in his hand, Hilliard sighed: "As expected, do you all want that thing?"
He shook his head with some boredom and said: "If I said that that thing is not a treasure at all, and it is not on my body now, what would you do?"
"Whether you have it or not, the result is the same."
Wiggs responded slowly: "There is an inheritance. Once I get it, I will leave the empire and remain anonymous."
"No, at least your head, mentor, is a big contribution and can help me move on."
"Too."
The old knight was not angry because of Wei Gesi's outspoken ambition: "I didn't expect that after so many years, those people still can't sleep peacefully. Do I have to die?"
He even smiled slightly, waved his long sword casually, and asked curiously: "Wiggs, having desires is a good thing... So, if you get that treasure, what will you want to do?"
"Of course I will become stronger until no one can control my life and know the truth of everything. Then I will overthrow this empire and let all the conspiracies and conspiracies go to the gutter and stink."
"After that, whether it is establishing a new kingdom or continuing to practice until my limit, that is all in the future."
The source of essence was surging silently, and Wiggs frowned at this moment.
He noticed that although Hilliard was old, his skills were still incredibly superb.
Just now, he and Hilliard competed for the ownership of the surrounding land. He wanted to rely on his physical fitness and youth to establish an advantage, but he did not expect that Hilliard could do it with less than one-tenth of his strength.
to the same thing.
This is because the opponent did not use his true ability, but just used the power of the second level bottom line to do whatever he wanted.
If it were the heyday without the epidemic, the other party would probably be able to raise a strong city and build it into a fortress with just one thought.
Had it not been two years ago, a person like me would probably have been killed by his mentor with one sword.
But now, I can try, at least I can try my best.
With a faint white fluorescence flashing in his dark green eyes, Wiggs used all his strength at this moment to listen to all the sounds around him, even Hilliard's inner voice.
Although he could only hear a silent blank and a slight heartbeat, not being able to hear was also a response in itself.
This time, if you can't succeed, you might as well die.
Anyway, he has had enough of living like this, with no future, no future, no progress or retreat!
And just when Wiggs was gathering strength and preparing to launch an attack.
But he heard applause.
Bang bang bang.
Sheathing the sword, Hilliard applauded from the bottom of his heart.
"To overthrow the empire and establish a new dynasty is already a very grand dream. Even if many people really think so, they dare not say it."
The old knight said with emotion: "Wegers, you are as courageous and persistent as before."
"It was exactly when I saw you with such a look in your eyes that I decided to terminate the psyker research program at Zhenzhi Academy because people with dreams cannot be treated like pigs and dogs."
"So, let me ask you one last question."
Having said this, Hilliard asked calmly: "Suppose I give you the so-called 'treasure'."
"Will you pretend you haven't seen me and leave quietly?"
Wiggs' breathing suddenly became rapid, and then he calmed down hastily.
After being silent for a while, the knight slowly nodded and said: "Yes..."
"No."
Hilliard shook his head and interrupted him: "You won't, you will kill me, even kill Ian, Elan, and everyone around me who is related to me."
"Wegers, when you lie, it's really easy for others to see... I don't need psychic powers to read your mind."
He sighed: "So, you just hate me?"
The ground was shaking, and knowing that the battle was about to begin, Hilliard looked at his former apprentice with complicated eyes.
The other party's expression was hidden behind pure white enamel armor, but his aura fluctuated violently.
At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the time when Wiggs was just a child, numbly in a blank laboratory, being studied by the Academy of Gnosis.
In a moment of anger, he took him and many of his students to his own knights for training.
But later, because these children had no special talent in the Ascended Way, they didn't take it too seriously. They only gave occasional guidance and instruction, and then entrusted full authority to their subordinates at that time.
Precisely because he had never taught them in the strict sense and was not their real teacher, Wiggs was able to survive the Dark Moon turmoil.
But that's why.
Only this child can find it difficult to suppress this anger and hatred.
"That's right. I hate you, the emperor, the empire, and the black hands behind you, and I want to destroy them all."
His thoughts were seen through, but there was no regret or hesitation at all.
The huge enamel-armed man raised the giant sword in his hand and tore through all disguises: "Teacher, I'm sorry, it's just that I don't have the power..."
Boom! Before he finished speaking, he waved his sword.
Immediately, a huge storm rose in response, and the white arc of light tore apart the soil, trees, and muddy lake forest land, heading towards Hilliard.
And his voice came later.
"Just because you are among all my enemies..."
"The weakest."
But when the white sword light swept across the lake forest, Hilliard's figure remained motionless.
The old knight pointed with his sword, and with a clang, the sharp sword intertwined with the huge bone sword, stirring up gusts of wind.
One side is a huge enamel giant, and the other looks like an ordinary old man, but in terms of the force coming from the sword, it is the old man's side that is heavier.
Hilliard moved his wrist slightly, and the black edgeless heavy sword swung away the broken and chipped bone sword.
But in the next moment, the broken bone sword regrouped, and then slashed in an arc with even greater force.
But Hilliard swept his sword across again and blocked it again.
For a time, the sound of clanging was endless. Every time Hilliard swung his sword, he was able to completely block Wiggs's slashes, and even launched a fierce counterattack, forcing the opponent to constantly block and block.
But Wiggs was not afraid at all. He dealt with Hilliard's every counterattack skillfully, as if he had already learned the fighting habits specifically for the old knight.
"You can not."
The sound of the two swords parrying and colliding was like a continuous ringing of bells, and more like crisp and harsh thunder, and the sound of explosive knocking was connected together.
At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky rolled endlessly, completely covering the sun, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.
Real thunder and heavy rain fell.
And Hilliard's voice, so calm that it was almost ruthless, sounded faintly in the rain: "Wiggs, I'm not saying that you can't kill me if you want to. What I'm saying is that your dream can't do it."
"snort."
With a cold snort, Wiggs fell into silence, but he swung the giant bone rock sword in his hand more quickly and powerfully, as if he wanted to smash all the confusion, loss and hatred in his heart into the sword.
The earth and rocks, trees and lakes were all broken into pieces by his violent slashes, like the most advantageous sting of a poisonous scorpion.
In just a few seconds, the ground was filled with huge ditches and gray-white bone powder.
"I have seen dreams like yours once, twice, countless times..."
But even such a fierce attack still couldn't suppress the old knight's broken sigh as the swords and winds crisscrossed each other: "Wiggs, don't you understand? Your dream is just the most boring reincarnation in this world.