Fandal will never forget the early spring afternoon of Star Fall 833.

It was originally an ordinary day, with a bright sunshine and a slightly cold weather. He patrolled the hall as usual until dusk, and he received news that there was a visit from the gate of the city wall.

Naturally, the Red-haired Knight was ready to go and guide him as before.

(Count Radcliff is visiting, and he is going to find Master Nochardamas. I think about it. The master is now organizing ancient books in the library of Black Swan Palace.)

He thought about his mission casually in his mind, and Fandal set out towards the palace gate. His work has been like this for many years. It was precisely because the guard knights were more likely to see all kinds of big figures that they arranged him in the Morley Palace.

Joshua van Radcliffe, the name Fandal, has been heard a lot lately, recalling some rumors about the name, and he couldn't help but make his expression a little serious.

Black Tide, Time and Space Sect, Dragon Slayer, Demon... This is different from an ordinary distinguished guest. If others rely on their rights or rich financial resources to make them, the Knights of the Palace Guards, dare not offend them, then Joshua undoubtedly relies on this extraordinary force to make everyone cautious.

"A high-level gold in his twenties, haha." When he arrived at the palace gate, Fandal couldn't help but laugh. He was almost thirty years old now, and his strength was the peak of silver. Although his mastery of fighting spirit was almost proficient, he still had not touched the extraordinary barrier. Just like his cousin Brandon, the gap between people was so big that the Red-haired Knight had no intention of jealousy.

“There are always some extraordinary people or things in this world, and I should learn to adapt.”

He whispered to himself, and soon after, Fandal met the soldiers and his group.

To be honest, when he saw Joshua with his own eyes the first time he saw him, he felt a little disappointed.

This is just an ordinary black-haired man, dressed in ordinary clothes and looked masculine and handsome, but it is not impressive. Not to mention the extremely powerful warrior in the rumor, Fendal didn't even expect that the other party was an earl-level nobleman. Although he was inspired by the breath, he learned that the person in front of him was indeed strong, but he didn't feel shocked.

Ordinary, it's too ordinary, even if it's strong, it's just ordinary.

Of course, even if the other party's image is far from what he imagined, the red-haired Knight would not show such disappointment. He still smiled enthusiastically and guided the other party's path.

This is the work. Fandal understands very well. Although rumors will be exaggerated, he will never say anything for no reason. Joshua has indeed not shown strong oppression now, but who knows whether this is a disguise? Many people like to do this, and he only needs to do his best to serve.

Along the way, the Red-haired Knight kept trying to talk to the warriors, and his impression of Joshua gradually changed.

The Northland Earl was very easy-going. He was not like the group of ** masters, with a higher eye than the top, and treated everyone as fools, nor was he like other great nobles. His words and deeds revealed unconcealed arrogance. Joshua's words were simple and direct, not arrogant, and had no hidden meaning. He did not need to think too much about the words to use and worry about the use of honorific titles. In short, it was very relaxed and pleasant.

Perhaps Joshua is such a powerful and relaxing person?

Fandal couldn't help but think like this, but he immediately realized that he was wrong.

In the last aisle to the Black Swan Palace, a team of monks from the church passed by them. The red-haired knight did not care. The other party had been in Morley Palace for two weeks, and he even led them several times, and had long been used to the existence of these church personnel.

But the warriors behind Fandal didn't think so.

He frowned and looked at the monks "seriously".

Suddenly, the red-haired knight felt a layer of ice pressing against his back, and the cold feeling penetrated from the cortex, penetrated into the bone marrow, and penetrated the soul.

He looked back at Joshua with some trembling trembling. Fandal saw the tip of the iceberg of the true face of the warrior behind the shadows and easy-going appearance.

Just a glance, the red pupils that seemed to be able to see through everything left an indescribable mark in his heart. Just the light from the corner of his eyes made the knight's heart an illusion, that is, all the thoughts in his heart had been seen through, whether it was the humility on the surface or the wanton comments in his heart, they were seen through. For this warrior, he had long had no secrets.

In order to break the fear that was gradually spreading in his heart, Fandal took a step back slightly. He took a deep breath and involuntarily pressed his hand on the sword at his waist. The weapon gave the knight courage and forced him to speak.

"What's wrong? Sir?"

He tried his best to hide the dryness of his throat and asked in a normal tone.

And Joshua didn't seem to care about the movement of the Red-haired Knight. He just glanced at Fandal casually and signaled him to continue leading the way: "Why are there people from the church here?"

The words were also simple and direct, and the tone was also easy-going. The spirit of the glacier and the mountain disappeared in an instant. The black-haired warrior returned to his ordinary form and turned back to the ordinary man who could not even see the aristocratic aura. He was like a passerby in the fog, unable to leave any deep impression on people.

But Fandal no longer dared to discuss the other person's image in his heart. He didn't even dare to think about anything else. He just answered Joshua's question with a very serious attitude, and respectfully sent him to the Imperial Royal Library in the Black Swan Palace, and then... he could not wait to say goodbye and leave quickly.

No one would be willing to stay at the volcanic pass and stand on the edge of a cliff. Even if it is a dormant volcano, there are railings on the edge of a cliff.

That is irresponsibility to one's own life.

“…He has gone far.”

After walking slowly away from the Black Swan Palace, he walked out of the palace gate and confirmed that he was really far from Joshua, Fandal began to tremble. He grabbed his arms, his teeth and body trembled like a sieve, and cold sweat flowed out from his forehead.

It was not until this time that he realized that his back had been soaked in sweat. His body's instinct to the dangerous existence was one step faster than his brain, but the Knight did not notice this. Fandal was not dissatisfied with this. He was just sincerely grateful that his performance was not disrespectful.

"The rumors are indeed not false...this oppression..."

But before Fandal finished sighing, he suddenly felt the ground tremble.

It seemed as if the entire palace and the earth were shaking together, and obvious vibrations came. The maids around and the servants serving in the Royal Library looked up in panic. They looked around nervously and then looked at the earth.

"earthquake?!"

"It's impossible. This is above the Three Saints Mountains. How could there be an earthquake?!"

Although the vibration stopped quickly, everyone began to discuss. They frowned and then prepared to leave the library at the same time. Fandal was no exception. He stepped quickly, preparing to stay away from the Black Swan Palace. But halfway through, two inexplicable auras were swept by a cool breeze, and one of them was very familiar. This made Fandal turn back in confusion and look at the black palace that had stopped. Next to the Knight, the plants in the garden were blown by the cool breeze, the flowers closed, and the grass leaves curled up slightly, as if they were in fear.

"Can't it..."

Fandal murmured to himself, unable to believe his judgment.

In the Black Swan Palace, magic circles lit up one by one, and obvious ripples spread in the air, like a lake rippling. With the movement of the magic circle, invisible magic power reinforced the building, making the slightly shaking hall stabilized.

On the first floor, in the lounge where there was no one, the source of all vibrations was still continuously conveying the aftermath of power.

"Dimore, like your father, you like to know people with your fists. It's more like a warrior than an emperor."

A low and clear male voice came. From this slightly smiling tone, it was possible to hear the master's ease, as if he had not done his best: "This is a good habit. For warriors, fighting spirit is the manifestation of their own life and will. It can completely represent a person's soul, at least more real than words."

"That's, of course! The emperor with only power..."

Another voice is not as relaxed as another person. What he said seems to pop out word by word, but even so, he still spoke a complete sentence in a cold tone: "But there is no way to live for one night in this world!"

After saying that, the owner of the voice seemed to have devoted all his strength and was not talking nonsense.

The fluctuations from the lounge were even greater. It even turned into a gust of wind, sweeping out the tables and chairs in the hall, and the decorations and portraits in the corridor were blown away by this force and rolled into the distance.

In the lobby of the lounge, two men could be seen sitting face to face at a table. Their right hands were clenched with each other, as if they were wrestling their wrists. The man with black hair was relaxed. Except for the dark red fighting spirit on his arms, there was no fluctuation of power on his body. The other man with dark golden hair had already gritted his teeth. Most of the fluctuations of power were transmitted from him. The light silver fighting spirit penetrated the man's whole body, making the wind even colder and colder.

"You should use your full strength from the beginning, otherwise there will be no chance."

The black-haired warrior, Joshua, said this. He stared at the second prince opposite him with interest, and explained patiently: "Whether it is fighting or just playing with the wrestle, the enemy will not give you the chance to play slowly and then turn the tables with all your might."

Ying, who had sat a little farther away, frowned strangely and said, "The master doesn't seem to be talking nonsense, what's going on?"

"I guess I met someone I knew, so I'm a little happy."

Rin shrugged: "He will talk nonsense for a long time when he talks to black."

At this time, Dimore fell into a tough battle.

He came here just to see what kind of person Joshua, a soldier who was praised by Isreel as a legend, was. As a person who has volunteered to fight as a frontline knight since his youth and has survived to this day, Dimore is naturally proud. Never had any prince and princess who had such experiences and his will. His determination was unshakable and could defeat everything.

His father, the Imperial Emperor, also highly praised him. He once said to him that only Dimore was like his real child, but even so, His Majesty the Emperor did not say the word "best".

This is the greatest regret for the second prince who desires to be the strongest and to do the best in everything, and now, this praise has been given to Joshua.

"who is he?"

"Why did my father give this evaluation?"

"Is he stronger than me? He is stronger than me, a person who has returned from countless battlefields?"

This idea has always been wandering in Dimore's heart, and the decision made by Isrell at the celebration made him even more determined to see the power of the warrior who was rumored to be like a ghost and god. Even when he came to the library and was about to calm down and read a few books, the idea was still wandering in his mind.

And just so happened that Joshua came to the library to find Master Nostradamus.

Destiny? Or God's will? Dimore didn't know or care. The second prince of the empire only understood that if he wanted to challenge, then now he could no longer suppress the fighting spirit in his heart.

He decisively challenged.

And the result.

It is completely suppressed.

"Strong...really strong."

The muscles on the arm were bulging, and the silver cold fighting spirit even completely exploded the right arm of the military uniform. The air around him instantly looked like winter, layers of frost condensed on the ground and walls. Dimore's face was solemn. Looking at Joshua, who was silent with expressionless expressions, he paused word by word, and spit out a complete sentence from the gap between his teeth: "Your age is similar to mine, but you have the power to completely surpass me..."

This kind of powerlessness is like facing an unstoppable beast. I have experienced before... when did it happen?

By the way, that time.

At this moment, Dimore recalled the memories of his Northwest Plain a few years ago.

The THAAD Plains Battle, which turned countless people into flesh and blood.

Tens of thousands of violent orcs rode stone-horned rhinos and passed through the fields with unstoppable momentum. They waved their flails and hammers in their hands, and roared as if they had turned all the fortresses, fortifications and obstacles through them. At that time, dust floated and turned into smoke that covered the sky, as if they were going to swallow everything.

Dimore was at the forefront of the battlefield at that time. It was the worst situation he had ever encountered and the most dangerous battlefield. Countless stone rhinoceros knights were like living siege cars, easily able to tear the defense line apart. The Emperor* team was raided without even a heavy equipment, and they were completely unable to stop the orc offensive, and everyone could die at any time.

And now, the same is true.

The black-haired warrior's palm was like a running stone rhino, a meteorite about to fall, full of unstoppable power. Even if he tried his best, he could only barely maintain it, and even was suppressed little by little. The sense of powerlessness spread throughout Dimore's body. He knew that he could no longer win this challenge.

Joshua's strength is comparable to a battle. Whether it is fighting spirit, strength, skills, will, mind and determination, Dimore doesn't feel that he can beat the other party. The warrior didn't even use all his strength, but just used the power that happened to be similar to him, and used his skills to gain an advantage. At this time, the second prince suddenly realized that although the opponent's strength seemed to be only at the high level of gold, it was just an appearance revealed. Joshua's real strength might have surpassed that limit and reached a higher level of entry!

But he could no longer turn back. Dimore gritted his teeth and made up his mind that even if he wanted to lose, he would lose completely. He also had a secret method that could stimulate potential, which could temporarily have a large force. Although it would cause a huge burden on his body, he might not be able to defeat Joshua, but this is the only way.

Just as the second prince of the empire was about to use the secret technique, an old and calm voice came from the entrance of the lounge.

"Enough, you two."
Chapter completed!