The Black Scepter

"Low-level knight? It's just stronger than ordinary people."

Faced with Murphy's question, Ashcandi smiled-because of the contract, she couldn't refuse to answer Murphy's question, but it seemed that she didn't care to reveal some ordinary "powerful" who didn't even know secret.

The real secret of the power of those strong.

"An ordinary person can't pose any threat to the low-level knight at all, even if it's the key of the eye, it is not the same," Murphy looked at his palm and gently clenched his fist. "You have never used super The power of ordinary people has almost killed a low-level knight. If it gives you the power of a low-level knight, can it be extremely easy to kill a holy knight?"

"This is a very naive statement, just like the two of you speculated that His Majesty Hasselblad," Andariel stretched out his palm, slender fingers as delicate as porcelain in the firelight of the fireplace, "One of the simplest For example, you can cast a low-level elemental shield and let me explain it to you."

Andariel seemed to speak well, got up and came in front of Murphy, reaching out for a gesture-Murphy raised his hand and condensed a wind element shield with a level of seven, which was gray-grey and solid as a substance, it seemed that there was a kind of inability The feeling of shaking.

"Tumbling, full of flaws."

Andariel pointed at three places on the shield, "I can easily pierce and disintegrate it with a dagger--"

Murphy had handed a dagger, Andariel took it in amusement, pierced his unshakable wrist, and "Kara" disintegrated the entire shield.

According to common sense, this shield is a medium-level swordsman who needs effort to create a threat.

"So, you ask me why I can subdue a low-level knight. This is the answer," Andalil sat back in front of the fireplace. "You just need to understand the essence of everything in front of you."

The essence of things-this proposition is too big, Murphy can't understand it completely in a moment and a half, but he understands that this is not the same as Della's demonstration of an elemental bomb for the 49th level shield. It is not something that simply "weakness" or "trick" can explain clearly.

"Are you wondering if there is a difference in the power I use? I can tell you, there is a difference, not just a difference in way." Andaril, who had the ordinary dagger in his hand, raised his hand very casually, and his body suddenly A brief mention followed, and with a "click", the dagger was inserted into the thick solid wood dining table beside the fireplace!

Nowhere to go.

This scene made Hegel's eyes wide open-he didn't doubt that he could do it, but he knew very well that a 25-centimeter-long dagger was fully inserted into this solid wood tabletop How much strength is needed!

"This is the difference."

Andariel sat back leisurely. It seemed that the horrific behavior had nothing to do with her, but like ordinary people, the palm of her hand holding the sword handle was slightly congested, which made Murphy understand what she was seeing. The guy that the girl touched really did not use other forces.

Reaching for the hilt, Murphy tried to pull out the dagger, only to find that he lifted his arm and brought up the entire table. He let go of his hand, and the heavy tabletop fell into place.

"explain?"

"I said, you have a problem with the understanding of strength-it is not that a person's strength only needs his professional level to prove it," Andariel is not prepared to hide private goods, "I used to be on this continent The most potential magician, after arriving in purgatory, I found that the power I once possessed was not even a "basic". The magician used elements to build spells, whether it was a magic circle or a fireball thrown. You need to communicate with the elements by yourself and use crystal energy to drive them to take orders from yourself. This is what you learn, right?"

"What does this have to do with physical power?"

Murphy asked with a frown.

"Everything in this world is connected. I can say that you are also connected to the unseen Majesty Hasselblad—not the meaning of communication in your impression, but the world in an extremely microscopic state. Connection... Maybe you don’t understand what I’m talking about—"

"A magician in the Gilman Empire has proposed a similar theory, which I have read before." Murphy flashed the books that Della had once read to herself. Those extremely rare and cutting-edge theories are current. The latest research achievements of the greatest mages, "His research proves that simply relying on consciousness rather than crystal energy can also affect the arrangement of elements under certain circumstances, and even constitute some of the most basic spells."

"I was surprised." Andariel smiled. "No one was aware of this problem, but apparently someone has touched the threshold of this theory now-the will, or the'soul' we understand in common sense, is this The most powerful force in the world..."

"none of them."

She stretched out her arm and pinched the hilt on the table, lagging for half a second, then "Keng" pulled out the entire short sword-the action was flowing and the water was flowing, and the table didn't even lift up for it, leaving only one Cracks with arcs!

Murphy noticed the difference this time. Andariel’s body did not have any extra movement, but at the moment of pulling up, almost all the muscles of the whole body followed the tremor for a moment-like lightning, fleeting, but amazing power .

"The soul is not just the concept of shallow knowledge building in your mind, it is you, all of you-understand your body, understand every inch of your muscles and bones, when your consciousness can control any muscle at will, Maybe you can find a way."

Andariel ended his "first lesson" for Murphys, staring at the flames of the fireplace and continuing softly: "That stupid big man can be your teacher in this respect."

"call--"

The figure of Hydera flew in from the window and fell straight beside the fireplace, while Murphy was silent for a moment, then got up and walked directly to the first floor.

When did you go strong? Murphy understood that he didn't have one minute of extra time-he didn't wait long to go down the stairs. Heiser, who was covered with wounds and had a very poor look, stumbled into the hotel.

"Quin!"

Hegel strode forward, holding onto the pale-faced Heysel-but when he saw the wound wound under the rag, Hegel frowned sharply.

"Who attacked you?"

"Hey Hey, old man, am I a bit stupid?" Because of the excessive blood loss, Hesser's consciousness seemed to be blurred. He relied on this old man who once trusted each other and whispered: "They all said since childhood I am only suitable for fighting and not smart enough. I became the deputy commander. I thought that this would let you know that I am not like you said, but it seems that I still did something stupid..."

"Heysel!"

Hegel patted his face, and the knight was cold because he stayed in the snow for too long naked, "Who attacked you?!"

"Hah...I am ashamed to export." The strong Heysel did not lose his life because of several traumas, but apparently his physical strength could not support his mental support at this moment. After finishing this sentence, he closed his eyes. Fall into a coma.

The next Murphy turned his head and looked at Andariel who had just given his opinion. Then, without calling a word, the element of summon rinsed the large wound with clean water, and then directly asked the hotel owner to take the waiter to sew clothes. Needle thread, wound suturing after immersed in spirits, the skill of the technique made the Hegel next to him dumbfounded, less than ten minutes to sew a total of seven knife wounds of different sizes on the body of Hessel, after careful bandaging , Murphy immediately ordered all the people to go on the road, no longer staying.

In this way, the team who had not stayed in Gexi City for a day started to move forward in the snow.

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Three days later, the imperial capital Buttigia.

The royal family made an official explanation of the "missing" of the two deputy heads of the Golden Rose Knights. During a routine mission, deputy head Booker Heidson was under siege from the rebels, and three Twelve comrades-in-arms desperately killed the enemy, and finally died in tragic death.

His Majesty Hasselblad personally presided over the state funeral. The scene was grand. The eulogy he read personally made countless nobles cry. The posthumous "Empire Knight" medal was an unparalleled commendation. Even Booker’s son in the army was awarded Earl's title.

In contrast, another deputy head of the Golden Rose Knights did not seem to be treated so grandly-Heisel Quinn after the "missing" was convicted of "dereliction of duty" in the military arbitration tribunal He directly abolished his position, and was stripped down to civilians. Even the residence where he lived was confiscated and confiscated directly, as if the official never had this powerful deputy head.

And within the palace, His Majesty Hasu faced the ministers as always, with a serious look and an abnormal silence.

"Heysel dismissed? Will the barbarians in the north stop here?"

The Prime Minister of the Empire was very puzzled by the order of His Majesty the Emperor-the serving Northern Generals told the truth almost half of the entire army’s important posts. There were only ten deputy heads of the three major knights. "There are sixteen people in total. Although the heads of the regiments are all royal heirs, this force does not dare to underestimate."

"Sir Prime Minister~www.novelmtl.com~ Your fears seem to be superfluous. They have shown the kindness of His Majesty Hasselblad. For a stupid friend to be "missing", it should be forgotten soon-that group of silly In addition to fighting big men, how many people will consider this kind of problem?"

"But who can guarantee that they will not rebound?"

Several people kept arguing, but in fact it was just a test of falseness between the aristocracy. His Majesty Hasselblad looked at the guys in front of you, and finally raised his hand to signal quietness.

The meeting hall was silent for a moment, and His Majesty Hasu said in a deep voice: "Golden roses are no shortage of excellent knights who can supplement the position of deputy head, and the empire is not short of a group of talented people to take your seat on."

A powerful sentence made the group of noble ministers cold.

"That team is coming. I don't want to see an existence that can resist the courts of the royal family."

His Majesty Mokrain turned and left, leaving behind the words that the nobles knew.

On that day, several teams rushed out of the Buttigia gate, but none belonged to the royal family.