Soul of Burning Steel

Albert Warner is old.

As the three sons of the previous Patriarch of the Warner Family and the uncle of this Patriarch, the old nobleman now holds a high position in the Imperial Foreign Ministry, but he understands that no matter how noble his status is, he cannot survive the passing of time, no matter how noble his status is. ——He is sixty-two years old, no matter how well maintained and how many potions are used, his body functions will gradually decline, just like before, just walking down the airship ladder makes him a little powerless.

This is a helpless reality.

But now... Mr. Ambassador feels that he is full of power all over!

The priests and paladin apprentices standing in front of the lord’s mansion, under the command of their teachers, used various non-repetitive gain states in a uniform manner, so that Albert, who was caught off guard, was instantly caught by a huge sacred energy light group. The package, and the light group dissipated, and the shocked Imperial Ambassador appeared in front of everyone.

"This power!"

Subconsciously waved his right hand, and the sound of breaking through the air hit the rock floor with the translucent air current. Now Albert felt that his muscles contained enough power to tear a polar bear. He took a step forward, the original vain footsteps. He was so steady and full of power that he almost made him jump. The ambassador, who had been strengthened to the extreme in his mind and spirit, had an illusion at this time-even if a broken ridge dragon roared in front of him, he was not happy. fear!

"How are you feeling now?" an old pastor asked.

"Very good!" Albert shook a fist, and nodded confidently: "I feel like I can kill a dragon!"

"Oh... you go." Hearing this, the old priest sighed and shook his head slightly.

"The lord is waiting for you in the lobby. Please stay at the door for other entourages."

Upon seeing this, the guide said respectfully, he opened the door to the outer wall of the Lord’s Mansion, and the priests who had finished casting the spells disappeared like the wind, and could vaguely hear, "This time I did a good job, 80 minutes." . "Such a voice came from the corner of the street, and Mr. Albert, who didn't know that he had become the appraisal equipment for the clergy of St. Laurent Cathedral, stepped into the garden of the Lord's Mansion full of energy.

In a hotel not far away, it was contracted to serve as the third floor of the residence of the visiting ambassador. Three distinguished persons of different shapes stood at the window and watched the scene in front of them.

"Do you think he can go to the Lord's Mansion smoothly?" A pale elf holding a glass of wine took a sip of the Ning God's potion, and the Far South elf ambassador murmured: "I'm so old..."

"Humph." The dwarf, who is still holding on to the wall to maintain his posture, snorted coldly, and did not reply.

"My lord has already converged a lot...In short, I hope the Seven Gods bless him." The messenger of the Church of the Seven Gods, who also had an ugly face, gave a simple blessing, then closed his eyes and meditated the prayer.

For Albert, who entered the Lord's Mansion, the light disappeared in an instant.

As if walking in the deep sea, the world becomes narrow, darkness breeds at the end of the angle of view, and breaks away from the exhilarating state of mind. Albert suddenly realized that he did not know when he had reached the **** in the front garden of the lord’s mansion, and he Today's every move is as difficult as running in the ocean tide.

Legendary realm.

The well-informed old nobleman knew what had happened to him in an instant.

Perhaps it is the spontaneous influence of overpowering power on the surrounding world, or the existence itself implies a certain kind of transcendence. As the top legendary powerhouses in the Mycroft world, they all have a kind of world that can make the world within a certain range. The realm changed for them, and this kind of realm is as natural as breathing to them-just like where Pope Igor goes, the light will purify everything, and the teacher of nature can make vegetation no matter where he is. Proliferation, the mortal beside the soul dominates will never notice his existence, and the field of the new legend of the Northland is probably similar to the suppressing power of Longwei or the halo of fear.

No, it's stronger than this, this kind of power is far more shocking than Longwei.

There is an artificial lake in the front garden of the Lord's Mansion, surrounded by several exquisite rockeries, and a stone bridge across the lake. Albert is standing here, and the moist moss is squeezed and deformed on the soles of his shoes. A blast of wind that came from nowhere caused the ambassador to shiver subconsciously. He took a deep breath, feeling the surrounding air extremely cold, as if winter had already arrived.

Looking up, Albert could see that the castle-like lord's mansion was in front of him. The powerful pressure that made the vision blurred made the castle in the eyes of the ambassador twisted into a fuzzy black object, but because of the strengthened iron will, He still raised his feet firmly and walked forward.

And as he walked, the whole world began to shrink. In Albert’s eyes, the surrounding rockery and trees became more and more tall and majestic, like two high walls closing together, only standing in the dim sight The door of the maid’s lord’s mansion was shining brightly. Under the obstruction of various illusions caused by instinctive fear, the ambassador came to the door. At this moment, he just woke up in a dream and realized that he had been in a cold sweat, which was originally because of gain. The state of being full of strength also began to tremble slightly.

Don't go forward! This is his wife who is warning him that if it were not for the blessings before, Albert believed that he would never stand upright.

At this moment, the maid at the gate of the lord’s mansion smiled and opened the door: "Please come with me, the lord is waiting for you."

"Please lead the way."

After tidying up his appearance, Albert energized himself and followed the maid with impeccable pace.

The interior of the lord’s mansion is very empty and there are few attendants. The obsidian floor is like a bottomless abyss. The light of white pyroxene illuminates the corridor. The maid’s steps are brisk, but the ambassador feels that it is extremely difficult to move even one step. ——Under exhaustion, Albert finally understands why the locals have no sense of Longwei at all. If they are bathed in this level of pressure every day, then even the real Longwei It's really nothing.

Thanks to the previous gain state, otherwise the illusion and the lapse of physical strength are both weakened, and the old nobleman may not be able to hold on.

When Mr. Ambassador was tired and almost unable to maintain his posture, he finally arrived in front of the reception hall.

"Lord Lord is behind the door."

The maid bowed slightly, and then backed away, the clear pace gradually drifting away, and Albert also recovered some physical strength and calmed down. He took a step forward and opened the door.

The door opened.

A man is standing at the **** in the hall, his back is facing the door, looking at the world map on the wall of the hall, a silver-haired girl and a black-haired boy standing quietly behind him, holding a few gilt seals in his hands letter.

The man wore a black coat. His strong physique brought a strong sense of presence, which made everything in the entire hall be eclipsed. The moment he saw this man, the old nobleman had an illusion, that is The whole world has completely turned into chaos, and only this person in front of him is a real existence.

The man knew that the door had been opened, so he waved his hand casually as a greeting, but he did not look back, and Albert did not have any dissatisfaction that was underestimated.

That was Joshua Van Radcliffe, the youngest legend. He doesn't need to sit upright, and he doesn't need to deliberately do anything. Just standing in place can cause the world to be distorted.

——This is the top of the mortal world.

"Master Earl."

With fear and respect in his heart, Albert Warner bowed respectfully to the man's back: "His Majesty sends my regards to you."

——

Starfall 834, October 15th, night.

Joshua, who had met with the envoys for one day, sat in the main seat of the **** in the hall, flipping through the letters in her hand.

The content is quite boring, most of them are simply congratulations on advanced legends and a list of gifts offered. Even the most powerful force on the Mycroft continent does not want to have a bad relationship with a legend for no reason. At the moment of peace, rapport is the first choice.

At the side of the warrior, Hotaru and Rin sat on the armrest, one on the left and the other on the right, watching the contents together with Joshua's arm.

"The decorations designed by Miss 3 are useless this time."

While watching, Hotaru complained smoothly: "Whether it is a large chair carved from the skull of a monster blood dragon, or a carpet made of steel feathered eagle feathers...So many suggestions have all been rejected by the master, Miss No. 3 is now Still angry."

"Yeah, Hei is also angry." He glanced at the content of the letter in the soldier's hand, and nodded to his sister. He turned to look at the corner and shrugged and said: "Originally planned that she would also appear on the stage, but the owner was You rushed to the yard to play alone."

In the corner of the hall, the black dragon girl was sitting on the ground with her knees sulking. After overcoming the fear of heights, the black dragon girl who returned from the special training of the holy mountain in the distant sea was preparing to show off in front of the fighters, but was forced into a human form and locked in. Can't come out of the backyard.

"I am an interviewer. I am not trying to slay the enemy. What's the use of the two of them."

With a slight sigh, Joshua put the letter he had read aside, and reluctantly said to the weapons beside him: "I want to really sit on the bone chair carved from the skull of the monster blood dragon. Stepping on a carpet made of golden beast fur, and a black dragon crawling beside him-how many of these envoys do you think can stand firm?"

My sister and brother shook their heads. The soldiers deliberately turned their backs to those messengers this time. Many of them looked pale. When they left the lord’s mansion, they needed to apply the gain status several times to stand firm. If it was really designed with Miss No. 3 As if sitting on the bone throne to meet other people like a great devil, then there is no doubt that Joshua will get the title of an'Envoy Slayer'.

"Obviously those young people in Grantia World are not afraid of their masters, why are these ambassadors so unbearable..." Lin suddenly muttered to herself~www.novelmtl.com~, lost in thought.

Of course it is because they are all friendly camps, and the ambassadors are all neutral units.

Of course Joshua would not answer this kind of question, he just continued to read the letter in his hand.

Suddenly, his brow raised, and Ying, who had been paying attention to the soldier's expression, immediately stopped chatting and looked at the thin piece of letter paper earnestly.

"Is there any special news?" The pensive Rin noticed the anomaly between the two and posted it curiously.

"It's nothing."

Being squeezed by the two heads that came close to him, Joshua's hands shook slightly, and the red flame instantly engulfed the letter paper and turned it into ashes. He smiled in the disappointed sigh of Sister Shenji: "One has Good news about acquaintances."

"Next spring, the Imperial Capital will hold a large-scale celebration with Master Nostradamus as the host."

Mars flickered in the dim hall, and the warrior's voice echoed: "And the third legend of the empire will appear at that time."