318 I Was Once A Knigh (2/2)

”It’s just an opinion.”

The magician looked at the great knight. ”Isn’t this question not a problem for most of Brettonia?”

”Do you think so?”

The magician quietly said, ”Fifty years ago, I was once a knight just like you, but then I took an arrow to my knee and had to change profession and learn magic. However, to this day, I actually still prefer to be a knight. You know, one of the three cards that I have in my hand is a knight incarnation. Many of the people who tried to fight me in close combat died under this trick.”

The great knight froze for a moment, thinking that this magician had actually exposed his card to him. He said without smiling, ”Your kind of magician is rare.”

”It’s actually not uncommon in Brettonia, this is, after all, a knight’s kingdom. Therefore, most of the people had at least dreamed of being a knight. So if I can choose, I certainly hope for Bedivere to win.”

”I remember that once Dragon City and your Blue Tile City had a disagreement.”

The magician said, ”The last City Master that I previously served was killed by Bedivere, so I really hope for Bedivere to die. However, if he were to die, he should die in the hands of a knight, not in the hands of a sinister and ruthless fanatic. Of course, in view that perhaps there is no knight in the whole Brettonia that could kill him, he also could die in our magician’s hands.”

The great knight sighed again. ”Brettonia should be the knight’s kingdom, but Dragon City is perhaps the last bastion of the knightly spirit. If it falls today, the spirit of Brettonia will be defeated and scattered.”

”Mm, but their opponent is really strong. I’m afraid Bedivere will not be able to hold on for long. That Faceless One of Holy Light Religion is too powerful.”

The great knight said, ”Advance high order profession, a half step away from the legendary level. Even in the entire Brettonia, only a few could match him. I’m afraid only the former Knights of the Round Table that are a bit more powerful, or even the Knight King himself that could defeat him.”

While speaking, in the sky above Dragon City, Bedivere and Faceless One resumed their fierce confrontation. The energy from their fight continued to frantically surge, further tearing the broken sky. This caused the all sort of strange visions in the sky to be even more disordered.

”Tsk, these two guys are really amazing. They even smashed the sky. In this broad daylight, I can actually see a shooting star!” The magician exclaimed, then chuckled and said, ”In the legends, if you see a shooting star and make a wish, your wish would be realized.”

The great knight knew that this was just a random talk from the magician to suppress his own anxiety, so naturally, he didn’t take it seriously. He just looked at the distant shooting star in one of the sky’s broken pieces and whispered.

”I hope the Knight King will come back from the dead and unite the whole Brettonia.”

”Cough!” The magician almost choked. ”Don’t you think that your wish is too much?”

However, as soon as his voice fell, in the sky battlefield above Dragon City, there was a decisive change.

The Holy Woman Marina, who was taken hostage by Faceless One, suddenly wriggled her arm and a massive giant sword emerged out of thin air in her hand. And then, like a lightning, she pierced it into the chest of Faceless One.

This stunning change shocked and awed everyone. Thousands of laughing-in-the-face-of-death Dragon City Guards and Holy Light Religion priests, as if by prior agreement, even stopped fighting and looked up to the sky.

Faceless One tossed his other hostage away and forcibly held the giant sword in front of his chest. The majestic holy light magical power was concentrated in his palms, trying to shock the sword into pieces. However, upon colliding with the sword, his magical power bounced back instead and blew away his hands, turning them into a group of blood mist.

At this time, the stature of Holy Woman Marina gradually began to distort. Her tall figure rapidly shrank, and in the blink of an eye, she turned into a petite young woman. Her full brunette hair also changed into blonde. The girl’s deep green eyes were filled with fierce sword intent, her exquisite fine jade nose slightly wrinkled, showing that she was going all out this time.

And the sword that she held, though full of blood, still displayed its uniqueness.

It was the sword that none in Brettonia could mistake for.

The legendary proof of royal power in Brettonia, the bearer was the King of Brettonia.

Caliburn!