Constraints and rules

In Faustian, Shalor, and other neighboring countries, there was an unwritten rule that those who had reached the Ritter rank were not allowed to fight at will. Among them, casters were the most common.

Why? Because of the destructive spells and impetus of a powerful Ritter, although they couldn't move mountains and fill the seas, it was still very easy for them to flatten a mountain and create a huge pit.

High-rank Knechts might be overwhelmed by ordinary soldiers using human wave tactics, and it was also possible for peak Knechts to be exhausted. However, as long as they reached Ritter, they were no longer on the same level as ordinary people.

Faustian and Shalor had a population of more than two million, but the number of Ritter powerhouses in each country was less than five. This was equivalent to one out of hundreds of thousands of people.

The neighboring countries were guessing how many Ritters there were in Faustian, and it must be more than three.

First of all, to encircle and successfully kill a Ritter, they needed at least two Ritters of the same rank, and they had to bear the risk of a counterattack. Clark Gable's death in the Gordon Highlands back then had shocked the eyes of a large group of onlookers.

He was a famous Ritter in Shalor, and there was even a record of him in the suzerain of Aomar.

Secondly, although there were only two Ritter powerhouses in Shalor, one of them was a caster. A caster could cause more damage than a Ritter, and of course, he was also much more powerful than a Ritter.

Due to the lack of knowledge about casters, people could only compare their combat power. The acceptable battle loss ratio for the neighboring countries was that a Ritter could face three Ritters without being at a disadvantage.

If the direction of this mage's research was in the strange and remote path, his combat power would increase even more.

Unfortunately, among the kingdoms in the southern region of Aomar, there were very few with Ritters. Shalor was the only one among the neighboring countries.

Other countries knew too little about Ritters. Many kingdoms that were a few countries away from Faustian and Shalor had sent spies and scouts to observe the situation. One of their tasks was to find out how strong Ritters were.

Since Faustian dared to make a move on Shalor, there must be at least three Ritters in this country. This was the consensus of everyone.

The storm above Kareda's head was still gathering. Anyone with rich experience would know that this top Magician had begun to influence the mobilization of the surrounding elements with his powerful mental strength. This was without the use of mana. If mana was used, the caster could even kill a thousand-man Faustian team with a wide range of magic.

Perhaps the unwritten rules were restricting the Magician. Master Kareda had only exuded his own aura and had not made any actual moves.

But even so, the momentum of the Faustian army had been weakened a lot. On the contrary, the Shalorian garrison cheered.

In the face of this supernatural power, every low-rank creature present felt the threat of death. This was a fear that was engraved in the depths of their bloodline. No matter who it was, as long as they were below mid-rank Knechts, they would be affected.

This included Locke, who was currently in a very bad state. He could clearly see the grey-robed elder on the city wall from so far away. In his line of sight, it was as if the figure of the hunchbacked old man was the only thing left in the world. The old man was mysterious and dead silent. Locke's heart was on the alert, and his many years of intuition warned him to leave this place as soon as possible.

Under such circumstances, the formation of the hundreds of thousands of Faustian troops was slightly scattered. No matter how the commandant ordered, some of the timid soldiers had unconsciously begun to retreat, especially the recruits.

Kareda's aura on the city wall was getting stronger and stronger. Just when the army's formation was getting more and more chaotic, to the point that the commander could not bear it anymore, De Sandro, who was next to Marmen, and a powerhouse in the middle of Lion, burst out two auras that belonged to Kareda. They managed to block Kareda's oppression of the Faustian soldiers.

De Sandro was the strongest person the Faustian military claimed to be. No one knew the true strength of this margrave because he had never fought before.

Marmen was one of the few people in the kingdom who knew the true strength of De Sandro.

He was a mid-rank Ritter, and that was the true strength of this margrave.

As for the other person in Lion, there was no need to guess to know that he was a hidden powerhouse of the royal family.

Although Lion was strong, the head of the corps was Kenzir himself. No matter how talented the prince was, he was only a high-rank Knecht at this time. However, judging from the prince's current age of less than thirty years old, it was very likely that he would be promoted to a Ritter.

The Ritter should have been sent by the king to protect Kenzir.

Kareda, who was on the city wall, was not surprised to see the two auras of the same Ritter burst out, as if he had already expected it.

"It shouldn't be just this, right?" Kareda sneered under the hood of his grey robe. "Just two Ritters. I don't believe they can kill Clark, not to mention that Myst is next to him."

Clark Gable's strength was also at the mid-rank Ritter level, but his young body made him one of the best in this stage. Clark Gable of Shalor was only forty-six years old when he died in battle.

Unlike the lifespan of a Lehrling who could skyrocket to five hundred years old when they became a Magister, some Magisters could double their lifespan if they focused their research on the soul and the study of life.

Ritters did not have such a good life. Every Ritter's promotion was accompanied by a scarred body and the exhaustion of their potential. In theory, a Ritter and a Magister belonged to the same level of life, and they also had a lifespan of five hundred years.

However, few Ritters could live to that age. Two hundred years old was the age most Ritters could reach when they died of old age.

Clark, who was forty-six years old, was in the prime of his life. At this time, De Sandro and the other Ritter, Kareda, detected with his keen mental power that both of them were more than a hundred years old.

Only then did he realize that it was impossible for the two of them to kill Clark, not to mention that there was a peak-level Lehrling next to them.

In fact, a peak-level Lehrling was treated the same as a Ritter in the various countries. Whether it was their strength or the value they could create, they were worth the price.

"Come out! I don't want to violate the rules of the Sanctum! " Kareda chanted for a while, and a simple amplification circle appeared beside his mouth. Every word he spat out was amplified by the amplification circle, so that everyone on the battlefield could hear it clearly.

Except for a limited number of people, no one else knew what the 'rules of the Sanctum' that Kareda was talking about were. However, it was not difficult for those who didn't know to guess from this sentence that this should be a rule that restrained Kareda from making a move so far.

Seeing that there was no matching powerhouse on the Faustian side, Kareda didn't care too much. He didn't have much time left, and he had to do something for his country at the last moment.

"Miroiyama..." Kareda held a long black staff in one hand and began to chant something. Although the people around him didn't understand, they could tell from the increasingly oppressive atmosphere and the increasingly intense weather that what was about to happen was not a good omen. At least for the Faustian side.

"Stop!" A voice came from the clouds.

The sky around the city of Audis was covered in dark clouds because of the energy fluctuations of an official Mage. It was winter at this time, and some fine snow crystals fell silently to the ground. After a month, it snowed again within a radius of more than a hundred miles around the capital of Shalor.

"As expected of a top student from the Sanctum Academy. With just the strength of a Magister, he can affect the changes in the environment." The voice continued to come from afar, and the entire battlefield could hear it clearly.

The eyes of the grey-robed Magister standing on the city wall were not as casual and indifferent as before. His widened pupils showed that the powerful Magister was not calm at this time.

Without saying much, the Magister snorted softly and stopped chanting. His body directly rose into the air and flew straight towards the dark clouds in front of Audis.

In a place where Locke and the others couldn't see, above the clouds, it was not gloomy as the surface was covered by dark clouds. Instead, the sky was clear. It was noon, and the sun in the distance was shining over. It was warm everywhere, and it didn't look like winter at all.

Somewhere between the clouds, a man in armour and a red cloak stood there quietly. It seemed that he had been waiting for Kareda for a long time.

Kareda wasn't surprised to see the man and flew straight over.

"It's you, Romm!" Kareda seemed to know this knight.

"Long time no see, Master Kareda!" Romm's tone didn't change much. He just lifted his helmet, revealing the face of a middle-aged man who had gone through the vicissitudes of life.

"If you're just here to stop me, you're not qualified." Kareda didn't buy Romm's easygoing attitude.

"I haven't seen you for 15 years, but your temper is still as bad as ever!" Kareda laughed.

"Hmph, I met you once in the Deep Blue Hellfire World. For the sake of killing that group of Hellfire together, I won't provoke you, so don't bother me." Master Kareda said with a sullen face.

"Master, I still remember your heroic posture when you fought against three enemies." There was nothing on Romm's face at this time, as if there was only admiration.

"Then why are you still here to stop me?" Kareda asked rhetorically. He also knew Romm, who had participated in a planar war with him. Because they were neighbours, they at least knew each other.

"After all, it involves the glory and future of my motherland. This time, I must stand up," said Romm, not answering Kareda's question directly.

"Ha!" Kareda sneered. "Just you?" After saying that, he looked at the cloak behind Romm. "Plus your flying cloak?"

Romm didn't answer. He just took off the cloak behind him indifferently. Magically, the cloak stood in the air and floated in the air. However, Kareda's eyes were not fixed on the cloak, but on Romm, who was also standing in the air.

"You've broken through?" Kareda asked in disbelief. "I didn't feel anything!"

"No! Not yet, "Romm replied honestly." But I've touched the threshold. "

Kareda listened in a daze. Romm then said, "Abide by the rules of the Sanctum. I can do the same as you."

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