The holy contention had a legend. It states that when the words, "Loyalty", "Honour", "Sacrifice", "Bravery", "Mercy", "Spirit", "Honesty" and "Justice" were collectively being said together, the knight brigades would become unstoppable.
Abel took out the rune sign from his chest pocket. It was said that this sign could evoke the attacking power of an attribute-less rune, which meant that these attribute-less runes could be used. However, the only problem was that Abel didn't know what kind of ink was used to write this rune. Furthermore, this rune seemed to be its source of energy. Since the rune was still visible in the sign, it had to be supported by some unknown energy that Abel was unaware of.
The Knight of Marshall had a carving of the god of sun on his left chest and the crest of the white unicorn on his right. For someone of his age, he was much sturdier than most would expect. He was very tall, too. There were quite some wrinkles on his face, but instead of making him look old, they were actually a very fitting feature for him. "Mature and refreshing," even .
It was no wonder that the 9th Rank Mage felt so resentful of Mason. He truly had been led into a hole by that bastard. 'You can't just stick to reading when you're in the library? Do you want to cause trouble everywhere? And you even had to provoke someone that alarmed the three big shots. It's fine if you are courting death, but why are you involving me?' As he stewed in his thoughts, the library manager became more and more upset.
"Doesn't it mean my life will be full of hardship and no matter how strong I become, there will be someone stronger than me that I have to defeat?" Tyrion gnashed his teeth in anger.
"That's an excellent idea Stacy! Yes! That's right, Lexi, as a punishment for betraying Elena, you will have to go out and scavenge for supplies like those useless fucking nerds! If you manage to bring some food and water back, we will happily let you keep a share for yourself, and welcome you back into the group with open arms!"
Sure…. Zane now found himself in a dystopian world struggling to survive and get through the day unharmed, but was that all that much different from his previous existence? A new day filled with new enemies, that's all this was, and thus the young man simply stared coldly at his former friend, and backhanded her across the face.
In a moment of crisis, a human being generally had two potential responses. Most would flee in terror if they had witnessed such a thing. Yet Zane was calm, outright emotionless as he slowly rose to his feet and reached into his pocket, where he pulled out a small folded knife.
It was just as Ren Xiaosu had predicted. Zhang Jinglin was not omniscient. He had some specialized knowledge, but the rest of his knowledge rested at a superficial level.
'I can reach it in less than one month if I travel at a decent speed but that's quite useless. I'd rather use my time alone to raise my strength before the test.'