Above The Sky

"yes."

Holding a heavy sword without a front, Hilliard sighed: "Sure enough, do you all want that thing?"

He shook his head a little boringly and said, "If I said that that thing is not a treasure at all, and it is not on me now, what would you do?"

"Whether you have it or not, the result is the same."

Weggs responded slowly: "If I have an inheritance, I will leave the empire directly and remain anonymous."

"No, at least the head of your mentor is also a big credit, allowing me to move on."

"Too."

The old knight was not angry because of Weggs' blunt 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 the long sword in his hand casually, and asked curiously: "Wiggs, it's good to have desire... So, if you get that treasure, what would you want to do?"

"Of course I'm getting stronger, until no one can master my life, know the truth of everything, and then overthrow this empire and let all the intrigues go to the gutter and stink."

"After that, whether it is to establish a new kingdom, or continue to practice until my limit, that is the future."

The source material was surging silently, and Weggs frowned at this moment.

He sensed that Hilliard, despite his age, was still incredibly skilled.

Just now, he competed with Hilliard for the ownership of the surrounding land. He wanted to build an advantage by virtue of his physical fitness and youth, but he didn't expect that Hilliard could do it with less than one-tenth of his strength. to the same thing.

This is still because the other party did not use his real skills, but just used the power of the second energy level bottom line to do whatever he wanted.

If there is no heyday of the virus, the other party only needs a single thought, and I am afraid that a fortified city can rise from the ground and become a strong fortress.

No—if it was still two years ago, a character like him would probably be killed by his mentor with a sword.

But now, I can try, at least desperately.

In the dark green eyes, white fluorescence flashed, and Weggs used all his strength at this moment to listen to all the sounds around him, and even Hilliard's voice.

Although he could only hear a silent void and a slight heartbeat, not being able to hear was itself a response.

- This time, if you can't succeed, you might as well die.

Anyway, there is no way to go up or down, no way to advance or retreat, no future and no days to look forward to, he has already lived enough!

And just when Weggs was accumulating strength and preparing to attack.

He heard applause.

clap clap.

Putting the sword back into its sheath, Hilliard applauded from the bottom of his heart.

"Overthrow the empire and establish a new dynasty - this is already a big dream, and many people don't dare to say it even if they really think so."

The old knight said with emotion: "Weggs, just like back then, you are very courageous and persistent."

"I saw you with such eyes back then, so I decided to terminate the psionicist research program of the True Knowledge Academy-because people with dreams can't be played like pigs and dogs."

"So, I ask you one last question."

Saying this, Hilliard asked lightly, "If I give you that so-called 'treasure'."

"Will you pretend you haven't seen me and leave quietly?"

Wiggs's breathing suddenly became short, and then he calmed down hastily.

After being silent for a while, the knight nodded slowly and said, "Yes..."

"Do not."

Hilliard shook his head and interrupted him: "You wouldn't—you would kill me, even Ian, Ellen, and everyone around me that was related to me."

"Weggs, when you lie, it's really easy to be seen... I don't need psionic power, I can read your heart."

He sighed, "So, do you just hate me?"

The earth was shaking, knowing that the battle was about to start, Hilliard looked at his former apprentice with complicated eyes.

The opponent's expression was hidden behind the pure white enamel armor, but the breath fluctuated violently.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of Weggs as a child, numbly in the blank laboratory, being studied by the Gnosis Institute.

In a moment of anger, he brought him and many of his contemporaries to his own knight order for training.

But later, because these children did not have any special talent in the sublimation, they did not pay too much attention, but only occasionally guided and taught, and then entrusted the subordinates at that time with full authority.

It is precisely because he has never taught them in a strict sense, and is not their real teacher, that Wiggs can survive the Dark Moon turmoil.

But also because of that.

This child will have difficulty suppressing this anger and hatred.

"That's right. You, the emperor, the empire, and the black hand behind you, I all hate and destroy you."

Being seen through his mind, he didn't have the slightest regret or hesitation.

The huge enamel armed raised the giant sword in his hand and tore through all the disguise: "Teacher, I'm sorry, but I have no power..."

boom! Before he finished speaking, he waved his sword.

Immediately, a huge storm broke out, and the white arc shredded the soil, the trees and the muddy lake forest land, and slashed 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 waved his sword and pointed it out, and with a bang, the frontless epee staggered with the huge bone sword, stirring up gusts of wind.

One side is a huge enamel giant, and the other side seems to be just an ordinary old man, but in terms of the strength from the sword, it is the old man who is heavier.

Hilliard's wrist moved slightly, and the black epee with no front shattered the blade, and the bone sword with the gap swayed away.

But in the next moment, the broken bone sword was re-solidified, and then it slashed in an arc with heavier force.

But Hilliard swept his sword again and blocked it again.

For a time, the sound of Dangdang's collision was incessant, and every time Hilliard swung his sword, he could completely block Weggs' slash, and even launched a fierce counterattack, forcing the opponent to keep blocking.

But Weggs was not afraid at all. He skillfully dealt with every counterattack of Hilliard, as if he had already learned the fighting habits of the old knights.

"You can not."

The sound of the two swords blocking and colliding was like a continuous bell, and it was more like a crisp and harsh thunder, and the explosion-like knocking sound was continuous.

At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky also rolled endlessly, completely covering the sun, and a flash of lightning flashed across the sky.

The real thunder and rain came crashing down.

And Hilliard's calm, almost ruthless voice sounded faintly in the rain: "Wiggs, it's not that you can't kill me. I'm talking about your dreams."

"Humph."

With a cold snort, Weggs fell silent, but the bone rock giant sword in his hand was swung faster and more powerfully, as if to smash his dazed, loss and hatred into the sword.

The earth and rocks, trees and lakes were all smashed and slashed by his violent slash, like the most advantageous sting of a poisonous scorpion.

In just a few seconds, the ground was full of huge ditches and gray-white bone powder.

"I've seen a dream like yours once, twice, countless times..."

But even with such a fierce attack, it was still unable to suppress the intertwining of swords and winds, and the old knight sighed in pieces: "Wiggs, don't you understand? Your dream is just the most boring kind of reincarnation in this world. "

"And such a dream..."

"You can't change the world!"