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Chapter 136. I Am Saxson!
Speaking of which, Char had been to the Court of the Holy Tree too many times.
He had even memorized the patrol route of the heroic spirits.
Heroic spirits were made up of two parts. One was the will, and the other was energy. The energy part was the Primordial Mist.
Therefore, when he waved the gemstone to drive away the mist, this layer of \'fear\' was transmitted to the heroic spirits closest to him. When one\'s underlings were bullied, the boss would naturally come over.
The person closest to him was none other than Esylian\'s great-great-great-grandfather, Sword Saint Mipero.
Even if this spirit wasn\'t the most playful heroic spirit in the court, he was still one of the top three most active. Because his grave had been blown up and he had lost his sword, he couldn\'t sleep well in his new grave. He was more irritable and uneasy than the other spirits.
A strong gust of wind blew and arrived in front of Char in the blink of an eye. He could not open his eyes, and the sharp aura stung his skin.
As expected of a Sword Saint. Even if Mipero only retained his will from when he was alive, his current aura was as if he had personally come.
Among all the close-range battles Char had seen, Mipero\'s spirit form could be ranked in the top five. If he were still alive, he would probably be able to fight Zin\'rokh with just a sword.
The timing of the abyssal invasion was just right. This was an era where all the experts were dead.
"Who is it?"
Mipero\'s voice was ethereal, like sitting on the bowl while making a phone call in an empty toilet. When it was transmitted through the line, it had a lingering echo and electronic sound.
Char took a deep breath and drew a beautiful pattern with the gemstone in his hand.
"An ordinary swordsman."
This answer made Mipero laugh out loud. After laughing, a strong wind blew, and the pale golden grass stems were peeled off from the ground. They turned in the air, and the leaves were like sharp swords pointing at Char.
"You\'re talking nonsense! How can a normal swordsman enter the Court of the Holy Tree?"
"You\'re wrong about me, Sword Saint."
Char\'s expression did not change. Instead, he raised his head and stared at the man.
"In front of you, even if I have great achievements, I am just an ordinary swordsman. This is not a lie. This is the truth."
Mipero flew down and got closer.
Char could see his handsome face and unkempt beard.
The various portraits left by the Sword Saint were of a handsome and celestial-like middle-aged elf, but in fact, he was the most down-to-earth elf and looked the most like a farmer.
To put it bluntly, he looked normal.
At such a close distance, it could be considered that Char had passed the first stage. Otherwise, this Sword Saint would have killed him instantly with a thousand ancestral swords from afar, and with Char\'s current level, he would not have been able to fight back.
"You\'re interesting, half-elf."
"Tell me your name," Mipero said. "I\'ll carve it on your monument."
Char raised his head and proudly said, "A man never changes his name or surname. I am Saxson!"
"It\'s a good name."
Mipero let out a long roar, and the mist in the surroundings surged over. It instantly condensed into a light golden bubble that circled them, forming a simple arena.
"Come and fight. As a swordsman, I shall use this sword to survive."
The Sword Saint walked down from the clouds, and his body became more solid with every step he took. When he was ten steps away from Char, he had materialized. His fingers were empty, but there was no sword in his hand.
Char knew it was the [Wind King\'s Barrier], the invisible sword.
At the same time, a subtle contract was formed between the heroic spirit, Mipero, and Saxson.
...
At the same time, in the arena beside the Holy Tree Cemetery, the Duke looked coldly at the young elf opposite him.
Gales also looked at him with a venomous gaze.
It happened half an hour ago. During the election for the head of the Senate, Gale interrupted Saxson\'s speech several times and threw his gloves at him when the voting results were announced.
Saxson wouldn\'t refuse such a clumsy provocation.
Logically speaking, the Duke was a level 60 mage. He had been through more than these kids had ever been through. Naturally, he had no reason to refuse. He immediately agreed to the duel, and the two went to the arena.
This time, it wasn\'t about the two of them. There were hundreds of spectators, which further eliminated the possibility of Gale cheating to an extent.
Of course, few people present thought that Gale would cheat, even if he had won a duel by luck many years ago.
The elves were not too malicious when speculating about their own.
The arena was immediately sealed off. The sound and the aftermath of the battle were isolated within the barrier. The two stood on opposite ends of the arena.
Suddenly, Saxson felt that something was wrong.
It was like...
A strange warm current began to spread through his body. At first, it was merely warm, but it soon became hot and fierce lava. It became more intense, causing his expression to change.
Gales couldn\'t care less. He was mumbling to himself like a lunatic.
"Ah, Duke Saxson, don\'t blame me for being despicable. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for blocking someone else\'s way."
"I don\'t want to do this either. You might not know this, but the five governors are all gone. Not a single one is left!"
"What does this mean? The President of the Senate was the person closest to the Queen! Below one and above ten thousand!"
"Such an important position... How can they let someone who hates the church, like you, sit on it? Ah? Could they?
"Of course not! You\'re not pious enough, far from enough."
As he spoke, a holy light appeared on his face, and his eyes turned red as if flames were coming out of his eyes.
"Ah... Look! This was the power of faith! My piety has brought me power, and I want to get rid of you, a poor stumbling block, on behalf of the church. The Holy Spirit is our savior, and the ancient Elfheim is vulnerable before it. You have to learn to accept it."
He mumbled to himself as he slowly walked forward.
Every step was slow but heavy. The ancient bluestone slabs were melted, leaving footprints burning with holy white flames.
Saxson noticed this strange phenomenon, but he could not control his body.
He could only watch as Gale\'s body became hotter, and when he reached him, it was as if his whole body was soaked in flames!
"Go to hell. Duke Saxson... your death would wake up those foolish elves. It would remind them that they should all be like me, sacrificing themselves for their faith, their devout faith! Sacrifice!"
Gales opened his arms and hugged Saxson, trying to burn him with the flames.
However, at this moment, the inexplicable power flowing in the Duke\'s body finally stopped, and he regained control of his body.
An impulse gathered within him. Without thinking, he raised his right hand and swung it forward...
Buzzzzzz!
The sword light flashed and disappeared as if the world had been cut in half!
On the hard and ancient limestone slab where footprints had been melted, a deep ravine appeared. It spread far, far away.
It\'s done?
Saxson looked at his hands in disbelief.