Soul of Burning Steel

Albert Warner is getting old.

As the third son of the previous Patriarch of the Warner family and the uncle of the current Patriarch, the old nobleman now occupies a high position in the Imperial Foreign Office, but he understands that no matter how noble his status is, he cannot survive the passing of time without outstanding cultivation talent ——He is sixty-two years old, no matter how well maintained he is, how many strengthening potions he uses, his body function will gradually decline, just like before, just walking down the stairs of the airship makes him a little powerless.

This is a helpless reality.

But now... Mr. Ambassador feels that he is full of strength!

The priests and paladin apprentices standing in front of the lord's mansion used various non-repetitive buff states in a uniform manner under the command of their teacher, and Albert, who was caught off guard, was instantly struck by a huge light group of holy energy. package, and the ball of light dissipated, and the shocked imperial ambassador appeared in front of everyone.

"This power!"

Subconsciously waving his right hand, the sound of breaking through the air was accompanied by the translucent airflow hitting the rocky floor. Now Albert felt that his muscles contained enough force to tear a polar bear by hand. He took a step forward, and the original vain steps Incomparably steady, his full sense of strength almost made him jump up. Mr. Ambassador, whose mind and body have been strengthened to the extreme, had an illusion at this moment—even if a Broken Ridge Dragon roared in front of him, he was not afraid at all. !

"How do you feel now?" an old pastor asked.

"Very good!" Albert clenched his fist, and he nodded confidently: "I feel like I can kill a ground dragon!"

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

"The lord is waiting for you in the hall, other attendants please stay at the door."

Seeing this, the guide said respectfully, he opened the gate of the outer city wall of the lord's mansion, and the clergymen who had finished casting their spells disappeared quietly like the wind, and could vaguely hear, "This time the performance is good, eighty points!" . ’ Such a voice came from the corner of the street, and Mr. Albert, who didn’t know that he had become an assessment tool 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, the third floor was contracted to serve as the residence of the visiting ambassador. Three distinguished people of different shapes stood at the window, watching the scene in front of them.

"Do you think he can walk to the lord's mansion smoothly?" A pale elf holding a wine glass took a sip of the tranquilizing potion, and the far south elf ambassador murmured: "So old..."

"Hmph." The dwarf, who was still leaning on the wall to maintain his standing posture, snorted coldly and didn't reply.

"Your Excellency has calmed down a lot now... Anyway, may the Seven Gods bless him." The envoy of the Church of the Seven Gods, who also had an ugly face, gave a concise blessing, then closed his eyes, and silently recited the prayer.

But 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, and darkness grows at the end of the perspective. After breaking away from the excited state of mind, Albert suddenly realized that he had reached the center of the garden in front of the Lord's Mansion at some point, and his every move now Every movement is as difficult as running in the tide.

legendary domain.

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

Perhaps it is the spontaneous impact of too powerful power on the surrounding world, or the existence itself means some kind of extraordinary. As the legendary powerhouses at the top of the Mycroft world, they all have a kind of power that can make the world within a certain range For them, this realm is as natural as breathing—just as the Holy Light will purify everything wherever Pope Eagle goes, and the Teacher of Nature can make the vegetation wherever he is. Hypertrophy, the mortals around him will never be able to notice his existence, and the domain of this newborn legend in the Northland is probably similar to the suppressing power of Longwei or the halo of fear.

No, it is stronger than this, this kind of power is far more shocking than Long Wei.

There is an artificial lake in the front garden of the Lord's Mansion, surrounded by several exquisite rockeries, and a stone bridge spans the lake. Albert is standing here, and the wet moss is squeezed and deformed on the soles of his shoes. A gust of wind came from nowhere, causing the ambassador to shiver subconsciously. He took a deep breath, feeling that the air around him was extremely cold, as if winter had come.

Looking up, Albert could see the castle-like lord's mansion in front of him. The powerful coercion that blurred his vision distorted the castle into a fuzzy black object in the eyes of the ambassador, but because of the strengthened steel will, He still lifted his footsteps firmly and walked forward.

And just as he was walking, the whole world began to shrink. In Albert's eyes, the surrounding rockery and trees became taller and taller, like two high walls that were closing together. In the dim vision, only the standing 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 realized that he was already in a cold sweat after waking up from a dream. The body full of strength also began to tremble slightly.

Don't go forward! This was his body warning him. If it weren't for the previous blessings, Albert believed that he would never be able to stand upright.

At this time, the maid at the gate of the lord's mansion smiled and opened the door: "Please follow me, the lord is waiting for you."

"Please lead the way."

After tidying up his appearance, Albert braced himself and followed the maid with impeccable steps.

The interior of the lord's mansion is very empty, and there are very few attendants coming and going. The obsidian floor is like a bottomless abyss, and 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 a step ——Under exhaustion, Albert finally understood why the locals had no feeling for Long Wei at all. If they were bathed in this level of coercion every day, then even the real Long Wei It's really nothing.

Thanks to the previous buff state, otherwise the double weakening of phantoms and stamina loss, the old noble may not be able to hold on.

And just when Mr. Ambassador was so tired that he was about to be unable to maintain his standing posture, he finally arrived at the door of the reception hall.

"The lord is behind the door."

The maid bowed slightly, then backed away, and the sound of crisp steps gradually faded away, and Albert also recovered some strength, regained his composure, took a step forward, and pushed open the door.

The door opened.

A man was standing in the center of the hall, with his back to the door, looking at the world map on the wall of the hall. A silver-haired girl and a black-haired boy stood quietly behind him, holding several gilded letters in their hands.

The man was wearing a black overcoat, and his strong physique brought an incomparably strong sense of presence, making everything in the hall pale. The moment he saw this man, the old nobleman had an illusion that it was The whole world has completely turned into chaos, and only this person in front of him is a real existence.

Knowing that the door had been opened, the man waved his hand casually as a greeting, but he didn't look back, and Albert didn't have any dissatisfaction with being underestimated.

That was Joshua van Radcliffe, the youngest legend. He doesn't need to sit upright, and he doesn't need to do any deliberate actions. Just standing in place can distort the world.

——This is the pinnacle of the mortal world.

"Lord Earl."

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

——

Starfall 834, October 15th, night.

Joshua, who had received the congratulatory envoy for a day, was sitting on the main seat in the center of the hall, flipping through the letters in his hand.

The content in it is quite boring, and most of them are simply congratulations on the advanced legend and the gift list presented. 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, wooing and making friends is the first choice.

On the side of the soldier, Yingying and Rin were sitting on the armrest, one on the left and the other on the right, looking at the content together with Joshua's arm.

"None of the decorations designed by Miss No. 3 were used this time."

While watching, Yingying was still complaining casually: "Whether it's the big chair carved from the skull of the devil blood dragon, or the carpet made of steel feather eagle feathers... so many suggestions have been rejected by you, the master, Miss No. 3 is now Still angry."

"Yeah, Black is also angry." Glancing at the contents of the letter in the soldier's hand, Rin nodded and echoed his sister. He turned his head to look at the corner and shrugged: "She was originally planned to appear on the stage, but the master 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 hugged and sulking. After overcoming the fear of heights, Hei Zai, who had returned from the special training in the holy mountain in the far sea, was about to show off her skills in front of the soldiers, but was forced into a human form and locked up in the prison. Can't get out of the backyard.

"I'm here to meet the envoy, not to impress the enemy. What's the use of the two of them's designs?"

Sighing slightly, Joshua put aside the letter he had read in his hand, and he said helplessly to the weapons beside him: "If I really want to sit on the bone chair carved from the skull of a demon blood dragon, Stepping on a carpet made of golden monster fur, with a black dragon crawling beside you—how many of these envoys do you think can stand firm?"

The brothers and sisters of Shenji shook their heads together. The warriors turned their backs to the envoys this time. Many of them were pale. When they walked out of the lord's mansion, they needed to use the buffs several times to stand firm. If it was really designed with Miss No. 3 Sitting on the Bone Throne to receive other people like a great demon king, there is no doubt that Joshua will get the title of 'Emissary Slayer'.

"Obviously those young people in Grandia's world are not afraid of their master, why are these ambassadors so unbearable..." Rin suddenly muttered to himself, falling into deep thought.

Of course it's because they're all friendly factions, and ambassadors are neutral units.

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

Suddenly, he frowned, and Ying, who had been paying attention to the soldier's expression, immediately stopped chatting and looked at the thin letter paper seriously.

"Is there any special news?" Rin, who was in deep thought, noticed the abnormality of the two, and posted it curiously.

"nothing."

Crowded by two heads, Joshua's hands trembled slightly, and the red flames instantly engulfed the letter paper, turning it into ashes. He smiled amidst the disappointed sighs of the Shenji siblings: Good news about an acquaintance."

"Next spring, the imperial capital will hold a large celebration, and Master Nostradamus will be the host."

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

I'm a little bit cavalier, I'll try to write another chapter later, I'm sorry I muttered yesterday...