As doctrinal inquisitors purging heretics, the sword-bearers showed no less force than the actual rulers of Hemtika, and in some respects, even triumphant.

That's ability.

Unlike the Glory, the sword-wielder's abilities are not rooted in blood, but are derived from a strange substance implanted in the body called stigmata - a mysterious substance of unknown origin and mechanism, which, after being tuned by the Order's great technology beyond the ages, can give the host three to five times the physical strength of ordinary people, as well as an innate power beyond ordinary cognition.

If this is the case, it will not make the Glory Bearers in the ruling class so fearful, they also have extraordinary abilities, not only can reach two to three times the physical strength of ordinary One Seal Sword Holders, but also have a unique advantage in the strength of their abilities and the difficulty of control, except for a few factions like Amy whose abilities are completely useless in frontal combat, most of the Glory Ones will have an advantage of crushing one level if they encounter a Sword Bearer of the One Seal level.

But the prefix "one-print level" alone can say a lot.

Once implanted, the stigma will leave a deep imprint somewhere in the body, which is the origin of the name "one seal" - and since there is such a level as one seal, there will naturally be sword bearers at the level of two, three, four, and even five seals...... Of course, after carrying more than three stigmata in the body, the sword wielder will automatically be promoted to the Grand Sword Wielder, becoming one of the few peak combat forces even in the Order's headquarters.

In other words, the level of the sword wielder is simply divided into one seal and two seals.

And the young woman in front of her, who was pointing at the young man's throat with a cross-sword, was undoubtedly a sword-bearer of the Second Seal who had passed two baptisms - a sword-wielder of this level was still slightly inferior to the Glory One in terms of physical strength, and he was still unable to manipulate his own abilities as he pleased, but...... They possess a terrifying trait, and that is that the abilities conferred by stigmata are stackable.

What the two seals represent is not a simple addition or subtraction of power, but the ability to control and control two extraordinary powers at the same time.

Everyone knows that in some special situations, one plus one does not and cannot simply equal two - plural abilities represent more flexible tactics and more subtle weaknesses - and the real scary thing about two-level sword wielders is that they can use two abilities that can be called completely different at the same time, such as wind and fire, and over-the-horizon and weakness kill.

In the face of sword wielders who burst out of multiple abilities at the same time, even the most seasoned Glory will have to retreat by three points.

Not to mention the existence of the pinnacle of the Great Sword Bearer.

The power of the Order, even if only the tip of the iceberg can be seen in Hemtika, is unfathomable enough.

Thinking of this, Amy narrowed her eyes slightly, and then looked at the female swordsman in front of her who was in charge of his life and death - she was not very old, she was three or four years older than the boy, and her figure was not too tall, about half a head lower than him, holding a holy silver cross sword that was almost as tall as a person, a long golden hair broke free from the shackles of the headband and was scattered behind her, and on her delicate facial features there was a pair of blue pupils as pure as jade, and a cold look that seemed to never ripple.

What a beauty.

When life and death are tied to human hands, the young glorious man still has time to sigh.

This is not out of self-defeat, nor is it carried away by beauty, the young man has already understood the identity of the female swordsman: she is a sword wielder, and she is also a sword bearer at the level of the Second Seal, her specific ability is not clear, but it must be related to strength and wind pressure, and when linked, it has enough combat power to sweep him- And the sword-wielder of the second seal level of the Order will not appear out of thin air, especially at the moment when the Great Sword Bearer has fallen and the Chaos Cultist's movements are unknown, I think there is only one reason why she appeared in the lower area, that is, to find out the artificial demon plan of the Dark Council, and if conditions permit, to eliminate it.

"If the person you're looking for is Amy Ulysses, it's me. ”

However, Amy did not have even the excitement of the rest of his life at the moment, not only because a sharp sword that could pierce him at any moment was at his throat, but also because it had little to do with the ruined house not far away, and the most important reason was ...... The sword-wielder of the Order, whom he regarded as attracting the eyes of various forces in the lower districts, inexplicably appeared in his home at this moment and regarded him as a collaborator......

This means......

Amy's face showed a bitter look that couldn't be laughed or cried.

All hands are lost.

The young man who wanted to stir up the confusing situation by accidentally breaking into the chessboard with an apple unexpectedly found that this apple not only turned the complicated situation into a mess, but also coincidentally rolled down next to him, the initiator, not only did not achieve the purpose of staying out of the matter, but once again put himself at the center of all contradictions, and became the pawn who had to be the first to cross the river.

"You," but the sword-wielder of the Second Seal level was not satisfied with his answer, not only did there not have any fluctuations in his emerald green pupils, but even the two-handed big sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if intentionally or unintentionally, a non-conspicuous but shocking bloody mouth was cut on his neck, and then he spit out a cold voice with a slight disdain in the cold, "Too weak." ”

Too weak......

The teenager could not refute this.

He was too weak and too weak to shoulder the glory of his bloodline and the responsibilities of his brother compared to the other Glory Bearers—and he had even thought more than once that it would be better off if it were not Yulia but him who had lost his health, lost his light, and spent his life in a wheelchair? After all...... Her sister is indeed a gifted person who is extraordinary even among the Descendants of Glory.

In contrast, a precursor of death that can only be used as a bargaining chip in a desperate fight is just a dispensable addition.

It's a pity that fate has no ifs, all assumptions are just proof of cowardice in the bottom of his heart, since he came to this world as an older brother, he must shoulder the responsibility of being a brother, whether it is a storm or a rain ahead, whether it is Goldsworthy who reigns in Hermtica or Alfred the dark wizard with evil intentions, he must stand up bravely, face them head-on, and then sweep them into the dustbin of history one by one.

Doesn't that sound presumptuous.

How could he, who couldn't even be defeated by a second-level sword-wielder, be able to defeat the Glory Family, which had held the supreme power of Hemtica for nearly three hundred years and had always enjoyed the strongest reputation? How could he kill the Dark Lords who stood at the top of the world and could threaten the survival of the entire city with the power of one person?

Can't do it?!

What are you kidding, if you don't even think you can do it, then how can you do it?

There are some things that you can know without trying to see how you know.

If one life doesn't work, there will be two, and if two can't work, there will be three!

In this world, no one is qualified to gamble with him, no one!

The young Glory One knew better than anyone else the horrors of death, and he did not want to die because of his abilities—but at the same time, he would never be deterred by the coming of death, and he would never be governed by the fear of death—he knew very well that death was ...... That is, there are things in life that are more important than life itself!

"yes, I'm too weak. ”

The young man raised his head, his eyes as black as the night and met the sword-wielder of the Order without flinching, even if the other party's Holy Silver Cross Sword against his throat could take his life at any time, his expression did not fluctuate a minute and a half, and his voice was calm and intellectually terrifying.

Yes, he was weak, very weak, too weak to protect himself, let alone those close to him.

But that doesn't mean he can't get stronger.

Although the ability of Death Harbinger is useless in head-on combat, in the battle of the Transcendent, which can achieve most of the victory by knowing the enemy's abilities, this inconspicuous ability can easily turn the tide of the battle in an instant if used correctly - but in the early stage, he did have the hard power to seize opportunities and create miracles - and now it is clear that he does not have the combat power corresponding to the power of talent.

Even with a fighting instinct that can be called cheating, it can't change the weak foundation of the young Glory Man, who has only learned a few rudimentary swordsmanship, and because of the decline of the Ulysses family and the loss of the bloodline tempering method, he can't temper his own bloodline and further tap his potential - so, he can still become stronger, and there is still considerable room to become stronger, so as to control his own destiny and protect his last remaining relatives.

And this, it takes time.

He was needed to go - to create time.

First of all, first solve the cancer of the Dark Guild, and then find a way to clear his suspicions and dispose of the big bomb of the giant Paul - as long as things can go so smoothly, the suffocating horror vortex in the lower areas will inevitably dissipate most of them, and he can also restore his previous peaceful life to a certain extent.

Of course...... This is not the optimal solution.

What better way to do this than to push out the sword-wielders of the Order directly to attract the attention of the major forces in the lower districts, and then hide in the shadows to continuously hone their sword skills and improve their abilities?

It's just that the best way to do this seems to be impossible to achieve.

Glancing at the blade around his neck with regret, the young Glory Man let out a low sigh.

It seemed that this sigh had attracted the attention of the Order's female swordsman, who lowered her eyelids, and there was a faint glimmer of danger in her emerald eyes:

"How do you prove it. ”

If she doesn't get a satisfactory answer, there is no doubt that she will swing the blade in her hand.

- Take life, bring death.