When a monarch has tens of thousands of fiercely loyal attendants, he holds absolute power, reigning supre across all lands, aning he can effortlessly command hundreds of thousands of attendants and millions of troops.
The entire empire shall ceremoniously welco their emperor to his realm of loyalty.
In Hesse Territory, if anyone doubts the Lord’s ruling authority, a knight would imdiately step forward and cut down the doubter with a sword slash.
Therefore, Tiberus knew very well that if he truly lost this mythical-level Dragon Scale, he would lose his standing not only among the high-tier attendants but also in the military of the territory.
Moreover, he understood that the Lanode followers of this world are bolder than leopards, and there’s nothing they wouldn’t dare to do. If he really strolled into the lower city district with this Dragon Scale, they would definitely dare to steal it.
So he solemnly promised, "I will definitely use this Dragon Scale to purify those filthy things in the territory and then return to the castle with the Dragon Scale completely intact."
Su Li nodded and was about to return to the castle; he had gained quite a bit from Sado’s items today and couldn’t wait to begin today’s training.
Today was another day of hard work; how could he not reward himself for working diligently?
As he was about to cross the bridge, suddenly a commotion sounded from behind, and the guards’ attendants shouted fiercely at the approaching person.
But it seed that the newcor was not afraid of the ard attendants’ shouts; on the contrary, he shouted loudly, "You are about to et your end, yet you dare to be so arrogant and insolent?"
Su Li turned his head, discovering it was a young man in a scholar’s white robe, wearing thick black-rimd glasses. Though he was tall, he wasn’t particularly strong, at least compared to Tiberus, he seed as fragile as a bookish student.
Holding the mythical-level Dragon Scale, Tiberus exuded an enormously powerful aura, looking like a four-ter giant, his sheer height brimming with an oppressive presence as he strode over, clad in radiant armor like a steel wall thundering through the land, casting a tall shadow that completely enveloped the young man.
They seed like a steel room about to swallow a little white rabbit.
Tiberus grabbed the man’s collar with one hand and shouted, "Who do you say is about to et their end? You dare curse us! Believe it or not, with just a slight effort, your mouth could be completely torn apart! Want to taste the feeling of a mouth ripped apart, leaving only teeth?"
"I am curious to know if you’ll still have the courage to speak so recklessly then!"
This threat from Tiberus was evidently not an exaggeration; with his imnse strength and unparalleled brutality, ripping the man’s mouth apart would indeed take just a slight effort.
But the young man remained composed, even while being lifted with his feet half a ter off the ground, displaying none of the panic-stricken flailing of an ordinary person, instead standing calmly with his hands at his sides, his gaze level and steady as he looked at Tiberus, saying, "Brutality is not courage; I believe you lack the guts to kill a deity’s Chosen One."
"And I am not speaking recklessly; I see that your forehead has darkened, and your lips are black and purple, signs of being shrouded by the Purple Wind, which could result in your untily death tonight in the city."
Upon hearing this, Tiberus couldn’t help but touch his lips; even he, a brute, understood that the Purple Wind was the Wind of Death. Could Mole’s envoy really be waiting for him?
Su Li was shocked by the young man’s previous words, scrutinizing him thoroughly. He wore a white shirt, a double-breasted jacket, fairly roomy pants with narrow hems adorned with exquisite tal buttons and straps, covered by a scholar’s white robe, clearly not the attire of the southern regions. This ant he was at least not a follower of the Sun Goddess.
But which deity’s follower could be so young? Judging by his age, although slightly older than himself, he wouldn’t be more than 26 years old.
So young, yet already a Chosen One?
He was already as monstrous in speed as Violet.
However, Violet had the added advantage of nurous opportunities, divine artifacts, and after sleeping countless tis with Su Li, trying countless positions, she grew into a Divine Chosen Knight, possessing truly formidable strength.
But this young man appeared as if a gust of wind could topple him.
Did the empire have such a weak Divine Chosen Apostle?
Su Li was montarily astonished, then waved to Tiberus, saying, "Let him go and let him co over."
Tiberus released the young man in mid-air, causing him to fall and stumble, but upon getting up, he was neither angry nor agitated, calmly dusting off his clothes, adjusting his collar, and approaching Su Li, stating, "Though the big guy just now has a strong and heroic appearance, you are the one truly imbued with the heroic aura, the Chosen One in whom I see the divine grace favored by the Divine Spirit."
Su Li did not expect to be evaluated as possessing a heroic aura one day, thus he raised the corner of his mouth slightly, scrutinizing the young man, saying, "But you don’t seem to carry yourself like a Chosen One at all. Being manhandled by a champion-level knight like that, won’t the deity behind you be angry?"
The young man calmly replied, "Of course not, as not every deity is so rough and violent. The deity behind is renowned not for savagery, but for being a beautiful woman of great wisdom."
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