When this sentence was uttered by Gawain, the impact was at the level of a nuclear bomb.

Light, Shadow.

These two words, which seemed to the Black Knights to be irreconcilable, appeared in a paladin.

And this paladin is Gawain, who was once enshrined as a banner by the Eternal Dawn.

In the Shadow Sanctuary forbidden to discuss、Secretive Gawain。

Even if he defeated the enemy of his own group......

Even if he no longer represents the eternal dawn......

He is also the Spokesperson of the Light.

But now he says he's going to teach himself to be a "shadow warrior"?

How is this possible!?

Looking at the faces that were numb to the point of shock, Gawain sighed heartily.

Heine was right.

Although these fourth-level black knights don't have a barrier in their souls, they have them in their hearts.

And it's a thick, pathetic barrier.

The so-called promotion to the fifth level is just to strengthen it with the prejudice and hostility of countless people fused in the transcendent energy.

One more dose of fierce food is needed.

So he activated the "Shadow Shelter" on his body.

A dark glow appeared on Gao Wenliang's silver armor.

Then he drew his sword, which was also plated with a layer of shadow energy.

- The Transcendent Energy Trio produced by the Maikara Yuanling Factory: Energy Channel, Energy Shelter, and Energy Attachment.

The scene was silent.

The black knights' breath seemed to have stagnated, staring straight at the black Gawain as they kept getting closer, feeling the shadow energy that was like a fake.

That's true.

"Transcendent energy is just energy, and the means of use are the same."

Gao Wen said in a deep voice:

"For example, the Black Knight's Annihilation of the Earth is in some ways the same combat technique as the Paladin's dedication."

Boom –

Black flames poured to the ground as he stepped forward.

This is the annihilation of the earth that Gawain spent three nights learning at the behest of Heine.

The range is not large, indicating that the grade is not high.

After all, it is a different kind of energy, and it does not directly inherit Gao Wen's dedication level, which is also reasonable.

The so-called communication is just like that, just like the erhu and the violin, the principle is the same, the touch is bypassed, but the method is different.

But at this point, there is no need to pay attention to those details.

The shock brought by this scene was no less than Gao Wen's blackening just now.

"The purpose of combat is to defeat the enemy, and supernatural energy is only one of the means of assistance.

"With the help of extraordinary energy, we can certainly gain an advantage, but we must not ignore the solid fundamentals.

"Presumably, in the previous encounters, you have also learned the fighting skills of the Mackara.

"They are not paladins, they are not the elite of Eternal Dawn, they are the warriors of Mycala!

"The next thing you'll see is how a good Merkala fights."

Gawain looked at the sheep.

Wei Diankite: "Come on, Brother Yang, I'm doing it with him!" ”

Catching sheep: "Why are you talking so strange......"

That being said, he took off his armor and helmet and got his ass bare.

This is also what Heine meant.

Imagine an undead creature considered heretical by the Eternal Dawn and the Shadow Sanctuary and the Sun Knight performing a demonstration of basic skills.

What a visual impact is this?

The so-called barriers, the so-called barriers, cannot be broken by education and slogans alone.

Only ironclad facts can be forged into a heavy sledgehammer to smash these boring barriers.

Because the facts are there, and I can't wait to get into your eyes.

What you see with your own eyes cannot be disobeyed, fabricated, or ignored.

Bang!

The two shields slammed into each other, and Gawain regained his strength, so no one retreated.

Withdrawal, bounge, horizontal slash, shield charge, and the simplest shield strike.

Every collision between the two was powerful, and the sound hovered over the prisoner of war camp, echoing in the hearts of the prisoners of war, as if it was not a shield colliding, but someone was beating the impossibility in their hearts.

This is the most primitive, but the most brilliant combat technique.

It's a collision of blood and bone, a direct demonstration of strength.

That's enough to get the blood of every melee class in their heads, and it's enough to get their blood pumping.

In the face of this primitive impulse and longing, the blood began to boil, like a fire, burning distracting thoughts.

Until Gawain's shadow and the light of the sheep hunter each appeared on the shield and annihilated each other, the fire burned to the extreme.

Paladins who wield the shadows, and the undead who harness the light.

Preconceptions and dogmas were burned to ashes.

In the ashes, new reveries draw shoots.

Desire to be stronger.

This is the purest desire of man in this world.

…

Heine was surprised that the first light blue orb of experience came from the guy named Olivier.

On the one hand, this shows that Olivier has put aside his preconceptions in his heart and began to believe that "there is no right or wrong in power".

On the other hand, this guy has a lot of talent.

Heine remembered this guy's past—

He hated the Luku people and his fellow citizens equally, and his ideas were twisted and radical, so much so that he became a target for worms.

"Let's hope he finds himself this time."

Heine sighed.

It's not all good that perceptions change too quickly.

He is like a duckweed, where he goes depends only on the direction of the turbulence, not on himself.

That's not what he wanted to see.

More than twenty people were selected for the initial teaching, and Heine handed the list to Gawain.

Gawain had the idea of starting a new one when the Court of Light was established.

He felt he needed a team to return to Eternal Dawn for a physical mission.

In the game, this is the predecessor of "Scarlet Dawn".

This time there is no need to dye this organization with vengeful blood, so the name has not been decided yet.

Heine advised him to hurry up, and if he couldn't think of it, he could ask Bedwell or old Ian.

He almost uttered the phrase "don't ask my skeletons".

…

Six days later, the training session at Nibra was over.

The group of twenty cadets left Mykala in full gear and headed for the city of Nibra, east of the Green Leaf Court, deep in the Whispering Forest.

There, they were on their first outing.

At the same time, a floating city approached McAllaa from the north, and suddenly stopped at the border.

Floating inside the city.

An old man in a pitch-black robe with a white beard asked:

"Mayno, why stop?"

According to the Code of Dress for the Pan-Continental Robes produced by the Vellitas, the solid color robes always represent the technicians, and the trim represents the combatants.

Among them, purple represents the Shadow Technician, dark green represents the Cultivation School of the Shepherd, and the earthy yellow represents the Totem Technician, etc.

The black robe in front of him, God knows how it was handed down.

However, in the Shadow Temple, only those with the surname Githil and not as a Technician or Spellcaster can wear it.

This kind of person is generally a respected old bone.

Maynor Githil, dressed in a purple robe, lowered his head and was about to explain, when a voice came from the side.

"Your Excellency Dmitry, there is McKala in front of you, and rashly invading the airspace of other countries will cause disputes."

Dmitry glanced at the person in charge of the negotiations, who was also the so-called "mediator" Sciara.

He showed a sneer of disdain:

"Your Excellency is saying that this country will have air strikes against us?"

Xiala smiled slightly, not fooling him.

"I don't know, but out of diplomatic courtesy, I think the other side should be respected."

Dmitry: "I finally know why I negotiated with a countryman, and sent the three of us, and some of them have already sided with their opponents, what do you think, Envoy?" ”

He looked at Andrei, who had never said a word.

Three people, representing the three forces.

Githil, the old aristocracy, and the direct line of the Temple.

Githil was the first to fall from the old aristocracy to the Temple, but after all these years, the family has survived and become a huge and intertwined force.

Whether it is a solid fan of the temple or a serious trouble, who knows.

Andrei ignored Dmitry's run, pretending to be drunk and staring at the wine glass in front of him.

Suddenly, a young shadow technician shouted:

"Report, there's something fast approaching!"

Meno was taken aback: "What is it?" ”

"We're watching—watching."

Needless to say.

The ugly monster slammed into the face and slammed to the brakes at an incredible speed.

(End of chapter)