High Above

"yes."

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

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

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

Weggs responded slowly: "There is an inheritance, I will leave the empire directly after I get it, and hide my name."

"No, at least your head as a mentor is also a great credit, allowing me to move on."

"Too."

The old knight was not angry because of Wiggs' outspoken ambition: "I didn't expect that after all these 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: "Weigs, it's good to have desires... So, if you get that treasure, what would you want to do?"

"Of course it is to become stronger until no one can control my life and know the truth of everything, and then overthrow this empire, and let all conspiracies go to the gutter to stink."

"After that, whether it's establishing a new kingdom or continuing to practice until I reach my limit, that's all in the future."

The source quality was surging silently, and Wiggs frowned at this moment.

He noticed that although Hilliard was old, his skills were still incredible.

Just now, he competed with Hilliard for the ownership of the surrounding land. He wanted to rely on his physical fitness and youth advantages 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 other party didn't use their real skills, but just used the bottom line power of the second energy level to act casually.

If it was the heyday without the plague, the other party would probably be able to raise a strong city and make it into a fortress with just one thought.

No - if it was still two years ago, a character like myself would probably be beheaded by the mentor with a sword.

But now, they can try, at least desperately.

In the dark green eyes, there was a whitish fluorescent light. Weggs used all his strength at this moment to listen to all the sounds around him, and even Hilliard's inner voice.

Although he could only hear a blank space of silence 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, with no future and no days to look forward to, he has already lived enough!

And just when Weggs was gathering strength and was about to explode into trouble.

He heard applause.

clap clap.

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

"To overthrow the empire and establish a new dynasty—this is already a very grand dream. Even if many people really think so, they dare not say it."

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

"I saw you with such eyes back then, so I decided to terminate the psychic research program of the Academy of True Knowledge - because people with dreams cannot be treated like pigs and dogs."

"So, I have one last question for you."

Saying so, Hilliard asked lightly: "If 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 nodded slowly and said, "Yes..."

"No."

Hilliard shook his head and interrupted him: "You won't—you will kill me, even Ian, Elan, and everyone related to me around."

"Weggs, it's really easy to be seen when you're lying... I don't need psionic powers to read your heart."

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

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

The other party'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 Wiggs when he was just a child, numbly in a blank laboratory, being studied by the Academy of Gnosis.

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

But later, because these children did not have special talent in the way of sublimation, they didn't pay too much attention. They just occasionally guided and taught them, and then entrusted full authority to their subordinates at that time.

It is precisely because I have never taught them in the strict sense, and I am not their real teacher, so Wiggs was able to survive the Dark Moon turmoil.

But also because of this.

This child will find it difficult to suppress this anger and hatred.

"That's right. I hate you, the emperor, the empire, and the black hands behind it, and they will all be destroyed."

His mind was seen through, but he didn't have the slightest regret or hesitation.

The huge enamel arm raised the giant sword in his hand, tearing away all the camouflage: "Teacher, I'm sorry, but I don't have the strength..."

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

Immediately, a huge storm rose up, and the white arc tore through the soil, trees and muddy lake forest land, and slashed towards Hilliard.

And his voice came later.

"Just because you're among all my enemies..."

"Weakest."

But when the white sword light swept across the lake, Hilliard's figure remained motionless.

The old knight swung his sword and pointed it out, and with a bang, the frontless epee intersected 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 blade alone, the old man's side is heavier.

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

But in the next moment, the shattered bone sword was completely condensed, and then it slashed in an arc with more force.

But Hilliard swept his sword again and blocked it again.

For a while, the sound of collisions was endless, and every time Hilliard swung his sword, he could completely block Wiggs's slashing blows, and even launched a fierce counterattack, forcing the opponent to continue to block.

But Wiggs was not afraid at all. He skillfully responded to every counterattack by Hilliard, as if he had learned the combat habits of the old knight.

"You can not."

The sound of the two swords parrying and colliding is like continuous bells, and it is more like crisp and piercing thunder, the sound of explosive percussion is 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 came crashing down.

And Hilliard's voice, which was so calm that it was almost ruthless, resounded faintly in the rain: "Weigs, it's not that you can't kill me if you want to. I'm saying that your dreams can't."

"snort."

With a cold snort, Wiggs fell into silence, but he swung the bone rock giant sword more quickly and powerfully, as if he wanted to smash his heart full of confusion, loss and hatred into the sword.

The earth and rocks, trees and lakes were all shattered and cut apart by his violent slash, just like the most beneficial sting of a poisonous scorpion.

In just a few seconds, the ground was covered with huge ditches and off-white bone powder.

"I've seen your dream once, twice, countless times..."

But even with such an onslaught, it still couldn't suppress the old knight's fragmented sigh amidst the intertwined sword wind: "Weigs, 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!"