Chapter 1229 - Templar (2) (2/2)
”Sir Merek, it seems that you're quite eager! I haven't seen you move this fast in centuries!”
An army slowly approached from the east. From what one could see, there were about ten thousand in their ranks, about a tenth of whom were saints, with the remaining portion being essence gatherers.
In the sky above flew the symbol of the Grand Templar Sect and a gift given to those who entered the ranks of Duke: The Dragon Tailed Lion.
The fierce beast exuded the aura of a peak saint and was of the high earth grade. It was without a doubt a national treasure of the Grand Templar Sect and one of the main reasons they only allowed a rare few to enter their Mystical World.
Its silver mane trembled under its hot breath as its silver scaled tail whipped through the skies. Just its presence made the Red Devil Horses the warriors of the Grand Templar Sect rode tremble in fear. If it wasn't for the fact that they were so fiercely trained, those mere common grade beasts would have long since collapsed under the aura of the lion.
It was clear that something about this Mystical World was conducive to raising high leveled beasts…
Still, the focus of the three approaching armies weren't the dragon tailed lions they each had, but rather their fellow noblemen. After all, they were all rivals.
Each of them stood on the head of the thirty-meter-long silver maned lion beasts with two celestial realm Marquis attendants behind them, eyeing their competition as their armies marched toward the gates.
The man who spoke wore dazzling silver armor, fashioned to the style of a medieval knight. His two-handed sword hung from his hip, but he also held a cone shaped silver lance in his right hand that gave him a valiant aura.
”Sir Ulric, I'm looking forward to seeing the improvement your mighty lance has made in the decades since I've seen you. Don't disappoint me.”
A sly, scholarly man responded. He wore long golden robes that contained 8 black bordered golden stripes on his sleeves, indicating that he was an 8th stage Magic Grandmaster.
The third man chuckled lightly at the interaction between these two. He too wore knight's armor, but in addition to his armor being black, his back held a long-handled mace, the head of which was actually five times the size of his head! Considering that this man was almost three meters tall… The size of this mace spoke for itself.
This was none other than Sir Tybalt, first tier Duke of the Grand Templar Sect.
All three of these men were legends in their own right, and each one marched toward a common goal. However, when they saw what slowly walked toward them, their eyes widened in shock.