The blades of light churned, slamming and colliding, deadly psionic sparks splattered everywhere. The light blade of the opponent in front of him was so fast that he could not catch it with his eyes, so that Opiclius completely gave up the attention of his eyes and relied on his own mind to capture the trajectory of his opponent's moves.

One knife, two knives, three knives.

In just a split second, the light blades of the two of them docked three times. Then they separated.

Lunge, Opicis skillfully unloaded all the power under his feet, and then stomped on the ground violently, using the muscle strength of his feet to let himself take a violent step forward.

Opicles' attacking stance clearly exceeded his opponent's expectations, and the fanatic's first strike made his opponent's defensive counter-attacks pointless, and he had to choose between swapping and defending with all his might.

Opicis has become more and more aggressive under his tutelage, and he naturally can't choose to defend.

"!! Sonor"

The sound of the shield shattering exploded in his ears, and Opicles, who had passed past Caldalis, looked back at his mentor in surprise, but for a moment, he felt a touch of heat in his chest.

"The Gods Are ......"

The pleasure of killing his mentor was washed away by chagrin, and the fanatic touched his chest regretfully, where Caldalis's blade had burned. Fortunately, they suppressed the spiritual power of the blade for the sake of the duel, otherwise the current Opicles would only be half a corpse.

Caldalis straightened up, then turned and looked at his disciple. The skin on his chest, which should have been blue, was filled with a faint red, almost exactly the same color as where Opichris was injured.

"I'm amazed by your metamorphosis, Opicles."

"You've taught me so much, Mentor." Opicles threw his twin blades again, and his eyes were full of yearning for battle: "And you haven't used your strength yet. ”

The disciple longs for constant fighting, but the mentor doesn't want to do it for the time being. He withdrew his blade and turned to walk away.

Opicis was a little puzzled by the Mentor's movements, and he watched as his Mentor walked over to the place where the armor had been placed, putting the golden armor back on.

Seeing Opicles' confused and inactive look, Caldalis turned back and commanded.

"Hurry up and put on your clothes, we have a very important business to do later."

"What's the matter? Going to hunt hybrids? ”

Opicles' words made Caldalis's movements stagnate, and the complex changes in his mind were masked by the meticulous movements at hand.

"No, we're going to attend an investiture ceremony."

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On the bridge of the Arden Spear, countless star spirits gathered, confused by the archbishop's order to assemble, and did not understand what the ordination ceremony was. In fact, Artanis itself does not understand.

"Old friend, will the Investiture inspire confidence in the Templars?"

Atanis had few doubts about how to deal with Emmon about this operation, and in fact, there had never been one in the astral world - the Honour Ceremony.

"It's just an idea of mine." Jim said, holding his elbows in his hands and looking at the audience at the ceremony, "When you lose Kara and don't know what you're fighting for, it's best to set them a small goal." ”

The position in front of the two of them allowed them to observe the astral spirits outside, but the astral spirits outside could not observe them. That's why Jim can leisurely explain his thoughts here: "That's to get the award." ”

"The last conversation made me think a lot, if the loss of Kara made the society of humans and the star spirits no longer fundamentally different, then the award ceremony can give the star spirit a lot." Jim analyzed, "My lads don't think about races, futures, or gods every day. Their favorite thing to think about is drinking, bragging, and getting medals. The Star Spirits don't like to brag and drink very much, so giving them medals will make your stick guys think about how to get these metal gadgets every day. ”

Medals, metal gadgets.

Before that, Artanis received the role of a medal from Jim.

Divide the honor of battle into levels, and then make small metal gadgets that are compressed into pieces and easy to preserve. After the warriors had defeated their enemies, they were given medals - if anyone dared to propose such an offer to deal with honor at a time when Kara's glory was overshadowing the stars, Artanis would have taken him for a fool. But now, the Archbishop of the Star Spirit had to think about this matter intensively.

The most glorious thing about being a Templar is to be remembered forever.

How can we remember it forever?

It's word of mouth.

For humans, the way of remembering by word of mouth, like that of retardation, is not a sigh of wonder for the star spirit who has Kara. Kara made it possible for the story of an astral hero to spread at the speed of light, and in the process, there would be no major mistakes, such as mispronounced names.

Imagine how a Kara who can continue to deliver heroic stories in a society where the ultimate value is remembered forever will contribute to the development of this society?

Unlimited facilitation.

But in this social atmosphere, what happens when you suddenly lose Kara?

The loss of the medium through which he disseminated his glorious deeds meant that he might not be known even if he killed a hundred Hybrid Dominators. Not to mention being remembered forever.

Kara, the chronicler of all Templar glory, and the purveyor of all honor, must have something to take her place in honor from the moment she ends.

And the medal is obviously the best one that can be found temporarily, the best.

Imagine that when a star spirit walks down the street, when Kara's glory is shrouded, a passing star spirit can tell the glory of the star spirit like a few treasures. And at the moment when there is no Kara but has a medal, this passing star spirit can at least know that this star spirit has a glorious and glorious deed.

This should be useful.

"Thank you, friend Renault. Perhaps the medal can replace Carla as the new carrier of glory. ”

"You're welcome, Artanis." Jim Renaud waved his hand to express his humility: "I'm just copying the human set." ”

During the short conversation, the protagonist of the entire award ceremony has appeared in the middle of the ceremony. Of course, he didn't know it.

"Leave for a moment, the protagonist of the award ceremony has appeared." A faint blue light enveloped the archbishop's body, and he disappeared into the room in an instant.

(End of chapter)