Without the slightest trembling hand, Roland took the magical contract in Constantine's hand, which symbolized the delivery of his soul, and his face was expressionless, and he could not tell whether he was excited or scoffed at Constantine's promise, although the latter was obviously much more likely.

"So, according to the ancient knighthood ceremony of Winterfell, you should get down on one knee now, and..."

Constantine gestured as he waved his sword sheath, his expression impassioned and emotional, "Now, in my name as the heir of House Elliottard and the future lord of Winterfell..."

Before he could finish speaking, Roland interrupted him impatiently and interjected coldly, "There are several obvious errors in your posture, such as the saber should be placed on the shoulder or neck of the recipient, not on my hair, using the right hand instead of the left. ”

"And your stance is also problematic, your feet don't stand like that, and finally, according to Winterfell tradition, you should have sprinkled a handful of snow in front of me first, and in my opinion, you are acting very unprofessionally. ”

Constantine was very embarrassed, and then he remembered that Roland in front of him was the best student of the Palatine Academy, and his knowledge of etiquette was far above his own, "Well, don't worry about these details. ”

Having said that, he used a small spell to rub out a few snowflakes, sprinkled them lightly in front of Roland, and then solemnly put the tip of the sword on Roland's shoulder and counted them.

Roland took the scroll, knelt on one knee, solemnly spread out the soul contract, and recited the ancient oath written by Constantine on the contract in an extremely indifferent voice.

"I swear in the name of the Holy and Supreme Radiance..."

"Before the Heroic Spirits of Winterfell's previous masters..."

"The sun and the moon are the eyes, and the stars are the mirror..."

"I dedicate my soul and this mortal body to my lord, the sole heir of House Elliottard, the future lord of Winterfell--- Constantine, Elliotgard. ”

"This body will be the sword that guards our lord, the shield against the jackals, the flame of the sun of eternal night, the wall of dawn. ”

"I will guard my lord on his way, never turn my back, never deceive, until the top of the throne, the end of the galaxy, until death. ”

"What our lord's sword points to, our hearts desire. ”

With each recitation, the corresponding words on the scroll glowed, and countless particles of light flew like fireflies, surrounding Roland's head.

A drop of blood dripped from Roland's fingertip and landed on the scroll, and the entire scroll immediately burst into flames, surging magical energy spurting out, turning into a bridge of light that connected the two bodies.

The bridge is made up of countless tiny filaments of light, and if you look closely, you will find that these filaments are composed of extremely subtle runes, representing the laws of the world that make up the soul oath.

Constantine and Roland felt a shock in their bodies at the same time, each feeling that some strange connection had been established between them through a soul contract.

Roland closed his eyes, feeling the magical power of the contract seep into his body little by little.

In the depths of his consciousness, he could clearly perceive that the thread of law had tightly wound the souls of the two together.

If he wanted to kill Constantine, then he only needed one thought to destroy his soul.

The thread of the soul is two-way, Constantine can destroy him through the law of the soul, and Roland can also perceive Constantine's spiritual world in reverse.

Roland looked up, an incredible scene flashing in his eyes.

He caught a glimpse of a vast starry dome, with countless stars wandering in it, extremely beautiful and dazzling.

Is it a hallucination?

In the next moment, Constantine's voice pulled him back from the spiritual world, "Okay, you are now my servant knight, and you should also have a weapon to take advantage of, I can't use this sword for the time being, so I'll give it to you first." ”

Roland came to his senses, saw the scabbard handed over by Constantine, and snorted disdainfully, "I don't need any sword at all now, you better take this sword back." ”

He does have the capital to say this, for the sword masters, a weapon in hand is extremely important, and often only legendary weapons can be worthy of their identity and strength, not just find a sword and use it.

If the quality of the weapon is not enough to match the user's magic power and realm, it will become a huge weakness in battle, and it is better to use a weapon condensed after the essence of magic power.

For Roland, who has become a sanctuary, Constantine's gift of the sword is not only not a favor, but even an insult in a sense.

Constantine didn't care, and insisted on pushing the sword in front of Roland, "I only have one sword of this kind, and I don't want to use it myself, so if you don't use it, it's a waste." ”

"It's the same level of equipment as your crystal sword?" Roland was a little interested.

He was well aware of the power of [Dawn] in the martial arts conference, and when [Dawn] fell into the hands of a top hunter like Constantine, it would become an extremely terrifying weapon of death on the battlefield.

But even if it is really a legendary-level magic sword, Roland is not too interested, weapons that fit the characteristics of paladin's strength are too rare, and there are only a few dozen legendary weapons with light attributes in the entire church, Roland has heard of them, those weapons have already been mastered, how could Constantine get them?

Seeing Constantine's eager eyes, Roland, who was a knight, could not refuse, and reluctantly took the scabbard.

When he saw the hilt, he was surprised to find that this sword happened to be the style of cross sword he was most familiar with, and the structure and material of the gauntlet were something he had never seen before, and his curiosity couldn't help but increase a little.

However, when he grasped the hilt of the sword, Roland's face immediately changed.

An unprecedented, incomparably holy aura of light passed along the hilt of the sword to his hand, echoing and resonating with the divine power in his body, and the strong sense of stimulation made the young sword saint's arm and his entire body tremble, and he couldn't grasp the hilt of the sword.

This power was not strong, nor was it scorching, but even when he stepped into the Sanctuary, Roland had never felt such a divine and transcendent aura.

In this breath of light, he tasted only one word: eternity.

All things have withered under the power of time, and only light lasts forever.

Roland's fingers trembled as he slowly drew his sword.

Constantine silently took a few steps back.

The clear sword blade as clear as water reflected in Roland's eyes, and the milky white holy light completely suppressed the light of the spar in the stone chamber, and the paladin felt his breathing and heartbeat freeze for a moment, as if time had stopped flowing.

"Epic Sword...," a hoarse voice came out of Roland's throat. "This is..."

"Legend has it that the sword used by Paladin Paladin --- Durandal. Constantine shrugged, "But judging by your expression, I think my introduction seems redundant." ”

Roland just stared blankly at the nearby Holy Sword.

Every Imperial knight who had studied at the Palatine Academy had heard of the sword's name and the glorious exploits of its previous owner.

The divine flame ignited from the soles of the paladin's feet, and a huge aura of light erupted from Roland's body, turning into a golden air stream and wandering in all directions, instantly fusing the alchemy chains that bound the paladin's wrists and feet.

The sealing arcane engraved on the chains was invalid the moment Durandal was unsheathed.

The solid stone walls were filled with mottled cracks, as if weathered, and it seemed that even these stones, which had been dormant in the ground for hundreds of years, sensed the unshaken power of the Epic Sword and expressed awe in this way.

"Take the sword back, or I'll give you a few more looks, and I feel like we're all going to be buried here." Looking at the crumbling ceiling and walls, Constantine said helplessly.