Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 114: The Legacy of the Black King (1/4)

Clang!

The moment the four eyes met, Wiggs drew his sword.

The half-handed sword in his hand is three feet two inches long, the hilt is like a hammer, carved with animal bones, and the tip is made of heavy iron.

The moment he drew his sword, he couldn't even see the afterimage, he could only feel a silver arc cutting through the air and floating dust, and even between the friction of the air, there were shock waves overflowing that were visible to the naked eye.

This blow of the sonic sword is enough to cut through the heavy armor of a heavily armed knight, and disembowel a monster several meters high. It only takes one blow to completely kill a giant wild boar that can easily crash into a house. It is Weggs Proof that his sword skills and physical fitness are approaching that of a great knight.

Clang!

But it was almost instinctive, a sword without any lag, but was blocked by another long sword without a sharp edge.

Strike out the sword directly, against the power point of the long sword in Weggs' hand, the source quality vibrates, making the sabers of both sides offset as if time stood still.

"Calm down."

Hilliard said calmly: "Weggs, are you so impatient? Do you want to test me with a sword?"

"Or, you have suffered too much in recent years, and your spirit has become a little abnormal?"

And Wiggs just stared blankly at the mentor's face, he leaped back and drew his sword back.

"It's really you...you're really old..."

The black-haired knight said solemnly, and then his tone was slightly mocking: "I have suffered a lot in these years, but I am afraid it is far less than you, mentor."

Weggs squinted his eyes, staring at the calm old knight in front of him, slowly withdrawing his sword, and sarcastically said: "After all, you have been wanted and wandered for decades, and I can't compare you any more."

"Not necessarily." Hilliard also slowly retracted his sword, and sighed: "You have been imprisoned in the mud pit in the imperial capital for twenty or thirty years, but I just went back to my old job, living in the countryside. Farming and fishing are just fooling around."

Then the two fell into a long silence.

Both sides are looking at each other's current situation, looking for each other's flaws and positions, and thinking about the surrounding environment.

The invisible will and perception touch and test in mid-air.

"Weggs, 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 being able to work for the royal family is already a status and honor that ordinary people can't match in their lifetime."

"To be honest, this is good enough, why do you have to follow my tracks."

He spoke calmly, pointing out the most crucial point: "Whose order? The Duke of the Western Territory? General Yuanyan? The one from Junlingbao...or maybe the new emperor?"

"Or, is it your own desire?"

Weggs stared at his former mentor. The other party is still the same as in the past, calm and calm, always able to grasp the most critical core of things.

Yes - he is already a patrolling knight, he is already the middle and upper class of the empire, he has psychic powers, and can easily gain handles from many nobles.

Just like how he could easily get a lot of bribes from Viscount Grant, if he just wanted a peaceful life, he would have been able to muddle through, be a normal person, and enjoy a decadent and luxurious life.

So, why, risking death to track down the traces of your former mentor?

"There are too many reasons."

Weggs stepped forward slowly, and the two began to move towards the dominant position he believed. I just want to know."

The two of them looked at each other across half of the shallow lake, but the surrounding ground began to vibrate slightly.

The dust, rocks, and even the roots of the surrounding trees began to shake, causing the leaves to fall, and the dust floated without wind, suspended in mid-air, like mist.

"Why exactly?"

After taking a deep breath, the black-haired knight sternly asked through all of this: "Why did His Majesty die in his prime without making any will?"

"Why did you, mentor, defect to the empire and become a wanted criminal?"

"Why did the prince die in that turmoil, but no one dared to mention the real cause of his death?"

"Why is the Patrol Knights completely wiped out, and only pawns like me are barely spared?!"

"And why have you been silent for so many years, silent until now?!"

"You ask me why? But shouldn't it be me who should ask why?"

"Teacher, tell me? Why did the empire become like this!"

Buzz!

While Wiggs was constantly questioning, the invisible source of confrontation between the two sides spread, causing the earth to rise and the shallow lake to dry up.

Sediment, sand and solid rock surged up, forming a shield around the two of them.

The trees rooted around the lake forest fell down, because the earth they rooted in has begun to shake, translucent crystals and white rock calcium gushed out from the earth, manifested and condensed on the surface of their skin, forming a layer Man-made armor.

More than that...

The silent Hilliard's long sword with no front sheds its mundane surface, revealing its true material—it is pitch-black abyssal iron, composed of countless regular crystal grains, is One of the strongest substances in the world, it can withstand the extreme heat in the abyss.

On the other side, with Wiggs' original armor as the skeleton, the pure white enamel armor gradually covered and grown, and has turned into a giant over three meters tall. The enamel armor almost armed with ether seems to be indestructible, standing on the ground above.

"The empire has weakened, and my dream is completely unrealized."

A deep voice came from the bone armor: "My hometown is burned by war, and my future is bleak."

"Yes, mentor, I was just an apprentice you rescued and pointed at, not your official disciple, so I survived."

"But what else can I do if I live like this? It's nothing more than eating and waiting to die. And I don't know any of the reasons for all this, but I have to bear the consequences!"

Anger, hatred, resentment, bewilderment... and deep incomprehension.

Weggs' voice gradually calmed down as he spoke: "I transferred from my true form to my blood, sublimated my organ conflicts, and almost died of distortion."

"If I don't rely on the royal treasure 'Tracing the Origin of Dettol', I will stop at the second energy level for the rest of my life. If it is not for psionic power, I can't even stay in the Patrol Knights, let alone in the Empire Continue to accumulate strength."

"There are so many things I need to know, how can I stop at Ninghui like this?"

"But how can I get enough credit to get the traceable dew?"

There is no need to answer this question, the man stared at the old knight in front of him.

Because the answer was right in front of his eyes.

"The Black King's Legacy."

Weggers said softly: "According to the patrolling knights and the nobles of the imperial capital, you took advantage of the dark moon turmoil to betray His Majesty the late emperor and stole the peerless treasures inherited from the royal family - but I know this Half true, half false, the false is that the treasure has absolutely nothing to do with the imperial family, and teacher, you will never steal His Majesty's treasure."

"The real aspect is that the treasure does exist. It is precisely because of that inconceivable fetish that His Majesty was able to become the master of the revival of the empire of Weiling Taila from the former bastard."

The eyes that stared at Hilliard were filled with fiery greed and nervousness.

Wearing a bone armor, the knight with flowing sound said firmly:

"This treasure and fetish must be in your hands, mentor!"