Chapter 635 - v4c20 The Holy Lance of Heaven(2) (2/2)

But he wasn’t just a player anymore.

Everything that happens in this world will affect him and those around him.

After a brief moment of silence, Brendel answered, “Let’s proceed with our previous plans.”

The Great Mage stared at him, as if needing to make sure he wouldn’t change his mind. Brendel could guess what the King of the Mages was thinking, so he clarified, “Mage William, if this is the course of history, then I think we won’t be able to change anything.”

William sighed and acquiesced, “You still don’t understand. Fine, I’ll let it go. You’re not wrong. This is just like Nine Pheonix’s slogan – ‘you can’t escape misery’.”

Brendel was familiar with the slogan, though it was because Nine Phoenix’s character design had included elements of a culture he was very familiar with. He nodded and responded, “Everyone I have invited here was an irreplacable partic.i.p.ant in the Battle of the Ampere Seale. Let’s have everyone try, starting with Royal Princess. Maybe someone here will become the master of the Azure Lance, so let us bear witness to this great moment in history.”

“Brendel,” Instead, Princess Gryphine turned around and declared, “I would like for you to go first.”

“Me?” Brendel asked in surprise.

“Yes, you are my knight. In my opinion, you are the only one who comes close to the Azure Knight. I hope the Azure Lance will choose you,” the Royal Princess answered, “so I want you to try first.”

Brendel hesitated. He hadn’t realized that the Royal Princess had such high expectations for him. He thought it over and then nodded at everyone before walking towards the Azure Lance with his head held high.

He had only taken a few steps when a commanding force met him straight on.

Brendel had no time to see what was happening before a figure appeared in front of him. Only a few members in the hall had time to see that the figure was born from the intertwining lightning in the sky above them and then in a flash of lightning, appeared in front of Brendel.

At the moment, the only word Brendel could think of was, “fast.”

Being a swordsman was part of his blood now, and at his current sword skill level, there was almost n.o.body who could get close to him so quickly that he couldn’t react. Even for someone at William’s level, he should be able to at least react a little bit before the surprise attack.

But clearly this attack was beyond his calculations.

Even counting his previous experience in-game as a master player who reached level 130 in knighthood, he had never seen an attack with this speed.

But he did manage to see that the opponent’s attack stance was the cla.s.sic lance wielder pose.

But lance wielders usually didn’t have this level of dexterity.

Before he could even blink, the lightning lance pierced through his chest.

Brendel didn’t even register that he had been injured before his body flew through the air. At that moment, he clearly saw the face of the figure made of lightning.

But when he saw the face, Brendel almost cried out.

The elemental figure surrounded by lightning clearly had the shape of a female. That by itself wouldn’t have caused him any surprise. But her face was almost identical to Romaine’s. Though of course, Miss Merchant would never furrow her beautiful brows so ferociously or adopt such a murderous pose.

He slammed into the ground with these questions racing through his head.

“Leader!”

“Leader!” Ciel and Medissa were the first to react. A protective spell surrounded Brendel and the Silver Elf Princess immediately summoned her own lance, putting herself squarely between Brendel and the lightning girl.

But the lightning girl stopped and looked at Medissa. She tossed her own lance into the sky, which scattered into sparks of lightning and disappeared into the darkness.

As she looked coldly around at everyone in the hall, Medissa finally got a clear look at her face. She cried out, “Ah, Miss Romaine!”

“Ah!”

As if in a chain reaction, Romaine also stared in shock at the lightning girl.

The lightning girl paused in surprise and turned around. As if noticing her movement, Medissa immediately raised her own lance in response. Just then, Brendel caught his breath and yelled, “Don’t engage with her, Medissa!”.

Brendel moved his hand away from his chest. Though the Baron’s s.h.i.+rt was burned, there was no sign of blood. He took a breath and said, “She’s not out to kill. She’s probably the Elite Elf protecting the lance.”

“Elite Elf?”

Medissa turned around and asked, “But leader, who, whose elite elf is she? Why would she look… identical to Miss Romaine?”

Before Brendel could answer, a deep and magnetic female voice rang out in the great hall. “I am Ovina. Who are you? Human? Elf? And Silver Folk? What are your intentions?”

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