Chapter 136. I Am Saxson!
Speaking of which, Char had been to the Court of the Holy Tree too many tis.
He had even morized the patrol route of the heroic spirits.
Heroic spirits were made up of two parts. One was the will, and the other was energy. The energy part was the Primordial Mist.
Therefore, when he waved the gemstone to drive away the mist, this layer of 'fear' was transmitted to the heroic spirits closest to him. When one's underlings were bullied, the boss would naturally co over.
The person closest to him was none other than Esylian's great-great-great-grandfather, Sword Saint Mipero.
Even if this spirit wasn't the most playful heroic spirit in the court, he was still one of the top three most active. Because his grave had been blown up and he had lost his sword, he couldn't sleep well in his new grave. He was more irritable and uneasy than the other spirits.
A strong gust of wind blew and arrived in front of Char in the blink of an eye. He could not open his eyes, and the sharp aura stung his skin.
As expected of a Sword Saint. Even if Mipero only retained his will from when he was alive, his current aura was as if he had personally co.
Among all the close-range battles Char had seen, Mipero's spirit form could be ranked in the top five. If he were still alive, he would probably be able to fight Zin'rokh with just a sword.
The timing of the abyssal invasion was just right. This was an era where all the experts were dead.
"Who is it?"
Mipero's voice was ethereal, like sitting on the bowl while making a phone call in an empty toilet. When it was transmitted through the line, it had a lingering echo and electronic sound.
Char took a deep breath and drew a beautiful pattern with the gemstone in his hand.
"An ordinary swordsman."
This answer made Mipero laugh out loud. After laughing, a strong wind blew, and the pale golden grass stems were peeled off from the ground. They turned in the air, and the leaves were like sharp swords pointing at Char.
"You're talking nonsense! How can a normal swordsman enter the Court of the Holy Tree?"
"You're wrong about , Sword Saint."
Char's expression did not change. Instead, he raised his head and stared at the man.
"In front of you, even if I have great achievents, I am just an ordinary swordsman. This is not a lie. This is the truth."
Mipero flew down and got closer.
Char could see his handso face and unkempt beard.
The various portraits left by the Sword Saint were of a handso and celestial-like middle-aged elf, but in fact, he was the most down-to-earth elf and looked the most like a farr.
To put it bluntly, he looked normal.
At such a close distance, it could be considered that Char had passed the first stage. Otherwise, this Sword Saint would have killed him instantly with a thousand ancestral swords from afar, and with Char's current level, he would not have been able to fight back.
"You're interesting, half-elf."
"Tell your na," Mipero said. "I'll carve it on your monunt."
Char raised his head and proudly said, "A man never changes his na or surna. I am Saxson!"
"It's a good na."
Mipero let out a long roar, and the mist in the surroundings surged over. It instantly condensed into a light golden bubble that circled them, forming a simple arena.
"Co and fight. As a swordsman, I shall use this sword to survive."
The Sword Saint walked down from the clouds, and his body beca more solid with every step he took. When he was ten steps away from Char, he had materialized. His fingers were empty, but there was no sword in his hand.
Char knew it was the [Wind King's Barrier], the invisible sword.
At the sa ti, a subtle contract was ford between the heroic spirit, Mipero, and Saxson.
...
At the sa ti, in the arena beside the Holy Tree Cetery, the Duke looked coldly at the young elf opposite him.
Gales also looked at him with a venomous gaze.
It happened half an hour ago. During the election for the head of the Senate, Gale interrupted Saxson's speech several tis and threw his gloves at him when the voting results were announced.
Saxson wouldn't refuse such a clumsy provocation.
Logically speaking, the Duke was a level 60 mage. He had been through more than these kids had ever been through. Naturally, he had no reason to refuse. He imdiately agreed to the duel, and the two went to the arena.
This ti, it wasn't about the two of them. There were hundreds of spectators, which further eliminated the possibility of Gale cheating to an extent.
Of course, few people present thought that Gale would cheat, even if he had won a duel by luck many years ago.
The elves were not too malicious when speculating about their own.
The arena was imdiately sealed off. The sound and the aftermath of the battle were isolated within the barrier. The two stood on opposite ends of the arena.
Suddenly, Saxson felt that sothing was wrong.
It was like...
A strange warm current began to spread through his body. At first, it was rely warm, but it soon beca hot and fierce lava. It beca more intense, causing his expression to change.
Gales couldn't care less. He was mumbling to himself like a lunatic.
"Ah, Duke Saxson, don't bla for being despicable. If you want to bla soone, bla yourself for blocking soone else's way."
"I don't want to do this either. You might not know this, but the five governors are all gone. Not a single one is left!"
"What does this an? The President of the Senate was the person closest to the Queen! Below one and above ten thousand!"
"Such an important position... How can they let soone who hates the church, like you, sit on it? Ah? Could they?
"Of course not! You're not pious enough, far from enough."
As he spoke, a holy light appeared on his face, and his eyes turned red as if flas were coming out of his eyes.
"Ah... Look! This was the power of faith! My piety has brought power, and I want to get rid of you, a poor stumbling block, on behalf of the church. The Holy Spirit is our savior, and the ancient Elfheim is vulnerable before it. You have to learn to accept it."
He mumbled to himself as he slowly walked forward.
Every step was slow but heavy. The ancient bluestone slabs were lted, leaving footprints burning with holy white flas.
Saxson noticed this strange phenonon, but he could not control his body.
He could only watch as Gale's body beca hotter, and when he reached him, it was as if his whole body was soaked in flas!
"Go to hell. Duke Saxson... your death would wake up those foolish elves. It would remind them that they should all be like , sacrificing themselves for their faith, their devout faith! Sacrifice!"
Gales opened his arms and hugged Saxson, trying to burn him with the flas.
However, at this mont, the inexplicable power flowing in the Duke's body finally stopped, and he regained control of his body.
An impulse gathered within him. Without thinking, he raised his right hand and swung it forward...
Buzzzzzz!
The sword light flashed and disappeared as if the world had been cut in half!
On the hard and ancient listone slab where footprints had been lted, a deep ravine appeared. It spread far, far away.
It's done?
Saxson looked at his hands in disbelief.
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