Soul of Burning Steel

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Findal will never forget the 833 year of the star pendant, that afternoon in the early spring.

It was an ordinary day. The sun was shining and the weather was slightly cold. He patrolled the temple as before. Until the evening, he received the news that there was a visit from the gate of the city wall.

Naturally, the red-haired knight was ready to lead the way for him as before.

(Earl Radcliffe is visiting. He is looking for Master Nostradamus-I think about it, the Master is now organizing ancient books in the library of the Black Swan Palace.)

With some careless thinking about his mission in his mind, Fendal set out toward the gate of the palace. For many years, his work has been like this. The family is also because the guard knights are more likely to see all kinds of big men. Arrange him in Morlai Palace.

Joshua Van Radcliffe, the name Findal has often heard recently, recalled some rumors about the name, and he couldn't help making his expression a little serious.

Kuroshio, Time and Space Gate, Dragon Slaying, Demon... This is not the same as an ordinary guest. If other people rely on their power or rich financial resources to make them, the palace guard knights, be careful not to offend them. , Then Joshua undoubtedly relied on this extraordinary force to make everyone cautious.

"High-ranking gold in his twenties, haha." At the gate of the palace, Findal couldn't help but laugh. He is now almost 30 years old, and his strength is at the peak of silver. Although his mastery of vindictiveness is close to proficient, but Still hadn't touched that extraordinary barrier, just like his cousin Brandon, the gap between people was so big that the red-haired knight didn't even want to be jealous.

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

He whispered to himself, and soon after, Fendall met a group of soldiers.

To be honest, when he first saw Joshua with his own eyes, he was a little disappointed in his heart.

This is just an ordinary black-haired man, dressed in ordinary clothes, looks masculine and handsome, but it is not an impressive type, let alone the rumored powerful, ghost-like warrior, Findal took a look at it. I didn't even think that the other party was a great nobleman at the earl level. Although the aura felt that the strength of the person in front of him was indeed strong, it was not shocking.

——Ordinary, it is too ordinary, even if it is strong, it is 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 showed a warm smile and guided the other party.

This is work. Findal understands that although the rumors will be exaggerated, they will never say anything for no reason. Joshua does not show strong oppression right now, but who knows if 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 warrior, and his impression of Joshua gradually changed.

The Northland Earl’s performance is very easy-going. He is not like that group of great mages, with eyes above the top. He treats everyone as a fool, and he is not like other great nobles. His speech and behavior all reveal unconcealed arrogance. Joshua’s words are simple and straightforward, they are not arrogant or arrogant, and they have no hidden meaning. Talking with him does not need to think too much about the words, worry about what honorific name to use, all in all, it is very relaxed and very pleasant.

——Perhaps Joshua is such a powerful and relaxing person?

Findal couldn't help but have such thoughts in his mind, but he immediately realized that he was wrong.

In the last aisle leading to the Black Swan Palace, a group of monks from the church passed them by. The red-haired knight did not care. The other party had been in Morlai Palace for two weeks, and he even took them for them. Several times, I have become accustomed to the existence of these church personnel.

But the fighters behind Findal didn't think so.

He frowned and glanced at the team of monks ‘seriously’.

Suddenly, the red-haired knight felt his back cling to a layer of ice, and the icy feeling penetrated from the cortex, went straight to the bone marrow, and pierced the soul.

Looking back at Joshua with some trembling, Findal saw the tip of the iceberg of the soldier's true face, hidden behind the shadow and easygoing appearance.

Just a glimpse, the red pupils that seemed to be able to see through everything left an indelible imprint on his heart. Just the light from the corner of his eye made the knight’s heart an illusion that all the thoughts in his heart were It has long been seen through, and both the humility on the surface and the wanton comments in the heart have all been seen through. For this soldier, he has long been meaningless and secret.

In order to break the fear that was gradually spreading in his heart, Findal took a step back. He took a deep breath and involuntarily gently pressed his hand to the saber around his waist. The weapon gave the knight courage and forced him to speak.

"What's wrong? My lord?"

He tried his best to conceal 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 Fendall casually, and then motioned to him to continue leading the way: “Why are there people from the church here?”

The words are equally simple and straightforward, and the tone is the same as usual, that kind of glacier-like, mountain-like spirit disappeared in an instant, and the black-haired warrior returned to his ordinary form, changed back to that even the aristocratic breath. The ordinary man, like a passerby in the mist, can't leave any deep impression on people.

But Findal no longer dared to talk about the other party's image in his mind. He didn't even dare to think about other things. He just answered Joshua’s question with a very serious attitude, and sent him respectfully to the Imperial Royal Grand in the Black Swan Palace. The library, and then... almost can't wait to leave quickly.

——No one would be willing to stay at the volcano’s crater, standing on the edge of a cliff, even if this is a dormant volcano, and there are railings on the edge of the cliff, the same.

That is irresponsibility for one's own life.

"...He's gone far."

Leaving the Black Swan Palace slowly, until he walked out of the palace gate and made sure that he was really far away from Joshua, Findal began to tremble. He grabbed his arms, his teeth and body trembling like a sieve. Cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

Only then did he realize that his back had been soaked in sweat. The instinct of the body was one step faster than the brain for the existence of danger, but the Cavaliers did not notice this. Fendall did not feel dissatisfied with this. It's just a heartfelt gratitude, I'm glad that my performance is not disrespectful.

"Sure enough, the rumors are not false... this kind of oppressive force..."

But before Findal was finished, he suddenly felt the ground shake.

As if the whole palace and the earth were shaking together, there was an obvious vibration. The surrounding maids and the servants serving in the entire royal library all raised their heads in panic. They scanned left and right nervously, and then looked at the earth.

"earthquake?!"

"Impossible, but here is on the Three Sacred Mountain, how could there be an earthquake?!"

Although the shaking stopped quickly, everyone began to discuss. They frowned, and then unanimously prepared to leave the library. Fendal was no exception. He stepped quickly, preparing to stay away from the Black Swan Palace, but halfway through. , Two inexplicable breaths were swept by a cool breeze, and one of them was very familiar. This could not help making Findal turn his head suspiciously, looking at the stopped black palace, and beside the knight, in the garden The plants were blown by the cool breeze, the flowers closed, and the grass leaves curled up slightly, as if in fear.

"Could it be..."

Findal muttered to himself, unable to believe his judgment.

Inside the Black Swan Palace, magic arrays light up, and obvious ripples spread in the air, like turbulent lakes. With the operation of the magic array, a series of invisible magic powers reinforce the buildings and stabilize the slightly shaking hall.

On the first floor, in the long-demanded lounge, the source of all vibrations is still continuously transmitting the aftermath of power.

"Dimoore, like your father, you like to know people with your fists. You are not so much an emperor as a warrior."

A low and clear male voice came. From this slightly smiling tone, he could hear his master's ease, as if he hadn't tried his best: "This is a good habit. For a fighter, vindictiveness is his life and will. The manifestation, it can completely represent a person’s soul, at least more real than words."

"That is, of course! The emperor who only has power..."

The other voice was not as relaxed as the other person. What he said seemed to pop out word by word, but even so, he still uttered a complete sentence in a cold tone: "There is no way to be in this world , Live one night!"

After the words, the owner of this voice seemed to put all his energy into it, not talking nonsense.

The fluctuations that came 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 also blown away by this force and rolled into the distance.

In the lobby of the lounge, two men can be seen sitting face to face at a table, their right hands clasped tightly to each other, as if they are wrenching their wrists, the black-haired man has a relaxed posture, except for the dark red on his arms. The flames of his fighting spirit flowed, there was no power fluctuation on his body, and another man with dark blond hair had gritted his teeth, most of the power fluctuations were transmitted from him, and the pale silver fighting spirit carried through this man. The whole body makes the wind stronger and colder.

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

The black-haired warrior, Joshua said, watching the second prince opposite him with interest, and patiently explained: "Whether it’s fighting or just playing, the enemy won’t give You play slowly, and then you have the chance to come back with all your strength."

Beside him, Ying, who was sitting a little farther away, frowned strangely and said, "The master doesn't seem to be able to talk nonsense so much, what's the matter?"

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

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

At this time, Di Moore fell into a bitter battle.

He came here just to see what kind of person Joshua, who is praised by Israel as a warrior who is bound to become a legend, is, as a frontline knight who has voluntarily entered the army since his youth. Those who have fought and survived to this day are naturally proud of Di Moore. There has never been a prince and prince who has had such an experience, has his will, his determination is unshakable, and can overcome everything.

In this regard, his father, the Emperor Israel, was also very admired. He once said to him that Di Moore was the real child, but even so, His Majesty did not say the'best'. word.

This is the biggest regret for the second prince who aspires to be the strongest and must do the best in everything, and now, this compliment 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 man who has returned from countless battlefields with a reputation?"

This idea has been lingering in Dimoore's heart, and a decision made by Israel during the celebration made him determined that he must see the power of the warrior who is rumored to be like a ghost, even if it is him. When I went to the library and prepared to quiet down and read a few books, this idea still lingered in my mind.

And just so, Joshua came to the library in order to find Master Nostradamus.

fate? Or providence? Dimoore didn't know, and didn't care. The second prince of the Empire only understood that if he wanted to challenge, then it was now that he could no longer suppress the fighting spirit in his heart.

He issued a challenge decisively.

And the result.

It was completely suppressed.

"Strong...really strong."

The muscles on the arm bulged, and the pale silver cold vindictiveness even completely exploded the right arm of the military uniform. The surrounding air was like winter in an instant, with layers of frost condensing on the ground and walls, and Di Moore's complexion was dignified, looking blank. With a silent expression on Joshua, he paused and uttered a complete sentence between his teeth: "Your age is similar to mine, but you have the power to completely surpass me..."

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

By the way, that time.

At this moment, Di Moore remembered his memories of the Northwest Plains a few years ago.

That **** battle in Thad Plains that turned countless people into bones and flesh.

Tens of thousands of violent orcs rode stone-horned rhinos and crossed the wilderness with unstoppable momentum. They waved their flail and sledgehammer, and roared all the fortresses, fortifications and obstacles they passed by. At that time, the dust fluttered, turning into smoke and dust covering the sky, as if to swallow everything.

Di Moore was at the forefront of the battlefield at the time. It was the worst situation and the most dangerous battlefield he had ever encountered. Countless stone rhino knights were like alive siege vehicles, and they could tear the line of defense easily. The imperial army that was raided did not even have a heavy equipment, and was completely powerless to stop the orcs' offensive, and everyone could die at any time.

And now, it's the same.

The palm of the black-haired warrior is like a rushing stone rhinoceros, a meteorite about to fall, full of unstoppable power, even if he tries his best, he can barely maintain ~www.novelmtl.com~ even bit by bit. Depressed, the feeling of powerlessness spread throughout Di Moore, he knew that he could not win this challenge anymore.

Joshua’s strength is comparable to a battle. Whether it’s fighting spirit, strength, skill, will, heart, and determination, Dimoore doesn’t think he can beat the opponent. The warrior didn’t even use his full strength, but just used something exactly like him. Strength, the use of skill bit by bit to take advantage, the second prince suddenly realized at this time, although the strength of the opponent seems to be only a golden high-level, but this is just a manifestation, the real strength of Joshua, maybe it is already Going beyond that limit and reaching a higher realm of advancement!

But he can't look back anymore. Di Moore gritted his teeth and made up his mind. Even if he was going to lose, he had to lose thoroughly. He also has a secret method that can stimulate potential, which can temporarily provide a large amount of strength, although it will cause a great burden on the body. , It may not be able to defeat Joshua, but this is the only way.

And just when the second prince of the empire was about to use the secret method, an old and steady voice came from the entrance of the lounge.

"Enough, you two."

There was a hint of helplessness and irritation in this voice: "This is the Royal Library, not the arena for you!"