Chapter 116: Uninteresting reincarnation (2/4)

  Chapter 116 Uninteresting reincarnation (24)

"yes."

  Holding the epee without a front, Hilliard sighed: "Sure enough, do you all want that thing?"

  He shook his head a little boringly: "If I said that that thing is not a treasure at all, and it is not on me now, what would you do?"

   "Whether you have it or not, the result is the same."

  Weggs responded slowly: "There is an inheritance, I will leave the empire directly after I get it, and hide my name."

   "No, at least your head as a mentor is also a great credit, allowing me to move on."

"Too."

  The old knight was not angry because of Wiggs' outspoken ambition: "I didn't expect that after all these years, those people still can't sleep peacefully. I have to die."

  He even smiled slightly, waved the long sword in his hand casually, and asked quite curiously: "Weggs, it's good to have desire... So, if you get that treasure, what would you want to do?"

   "Of course it is to become stronger, until no one can control my life and know the truth of everything, and then overthrow this empire, and let all conspiracies go to the gutter to stink."

   "After that, whether it's establishing a new kingdom or continuing to practice until I reach my limit, that's all in the future."

  The source quality was surging silently, and Wiggs frowned at this moment.

  He noticed that although Hilliard was old, his skills were still incredible.

Just now, he competed with Hilliard for the ownership of the surrounding land. He wanted to rely on his physical fitness and youth advantages to establish an advantage, but he did not expect that Hilliard could do it with less than one-tenth of his strength. to the same thing.

   This is still because the opponent didn't use his real ability, but just used the bottom line power of the second energy level to do whatever he wanted.

  If it was the heyday without the plague, the other party would probably be able to rise a strong city and form a fortress with just a single thought.

  No—if it was still two years ago, a person like myself would probably be killed by the mentor.

  But now, you can try, at least desperately.

   In the dark green eyes, there was a slight white fluorescent light. Weggs used all his strength at this moment to listen to all the sounds around him, even Hilliard's inner voice.

  Although he could only hear a blank space of silence and a slight heartbeat, not being able to hear was itself a kind of response.

  —This time, if you can’t succeed, you might as well die.

  Anyway, he can't move forward or backward like this, with no future and no days to look forward to, he has already lived enough!

   And just as Wiggs was gathering strength and preparing to explode into trouble.

  He heard applause.

   Papa Papa.

   Putting the sword back into its sheath, Hilliard applauded from the bottom of his heart.

   "To overthrow the empire and establish a new dynasty—this is already a very grand dream. Even if many people really think so, they dare not say it."

  The old knight said with emotion: "Weigs, just like back then, you are very courageous and persistent."

   "I saw you with such eyes back then, so I decided to terminate the psyker research program of the Academy of True Knowledge - because people with dreams cannot be treated like pigs and dogs."

   "So, I have one last question for you."

   Saying so, Hilliard asked lightly: "If I give you the so-called 'treasure'."

   "Will you pretend you haven't seen me and leave quietly?"

  Weggs' breathing suddenly became short of breath, and then he calmed down hastily.

   After being silent for a while, the knight nodded slowly and said, "Yes..."

"Do not."

  Hilliard shook his head and interrupted him: "You won't—you will kill me, even Ian, Elan, and everyone related to me around."

   "Weggs, it's really easy to be seen when you're lying... I don't need psionic powers to read your heart."

   He sighed, "So, you just hate me?"

  The ground was shaking, knowing that the battle was about to start, Hilliard looked at his apprentice with complicated eyes.

  The other party's expression was hidden behind the pure white enamel armor, but his aura fluctuated violently.

  At this moment, he couldn't help but think of Wiggs when he was just a child, numbly in a blank laboratory, being studied by the School of Gnosis.

  In a moment of anger, he brought him and many of his contemporaneous students to his knight order for training.

   But later, because these children did not have special talents in the way of sublimation, they didn't pay too much attention. They just occasionally guided and taught them, and then entrusted them with full authority to their subordinates at that time.

   It is precisely because I have never taught them in the strict sense, and I am not their real teacher, so Wiggs was able to survive the Dark Moon turmoil.

   But also because of this.

  This child will have difficulty suppressing this kind of anger and hatred.

   "That's right. I hate you, the emperor, the empire, and the black hand behind it, and they will all be destroyed."

   I was seen through my mind, but I didn't have any regrets or hesitation.

  The huge enamel arm raised the giant sword in his hand, tearing away all the camouflage: "Teacher, I'm sorry, but I don't have the strength..."

  Boom! Before he finished speaking, he swung his sword.

   Immediately, a huge storm rose up, and the white arc tore through the soil, trees and muddy lake forest land, and cut towards Hilliard.

   And his voice came later.

   "Just because you're among all my haters..."

   "Weakest."

  But when the white sword light swept across the lake, Hilliard's figure remained motionless.

  The old knight swung his sword and pointed it out. With a bang, the frontless epee intersected with the huge bone sword, stirring up gusts of wind.

  One side is a huge enamel giant, and the other side seems to be just an ordinary old man, but in terms of the strength from the sword blade alone, the old man's side is heavier.

  Hilliard's wrist moved slightly, and the black epee with no front swung away the bone sword with a broken blade and a gap.

  But in the next moment, the shattered bone sword was recondensed, and then it slashed in an arc with more force.

   Ke Hilliard swept his sword again and blocked it again.

  For a while, the sound of Dangdang collisions could be heard endlessly. Every time Hilliard swung his sword, he could completely block Wiggs's slashing blows, and even launched a fierce counterattack, forcing the opponent to continue to block.

  But Wiggs was not afraid at all. He skillfully responded to every counterattack by Hilliard, as if he had learned the fighting habits of the old knights.

"You can not."

  The sound of the two swords parrying and colliding is like a continuous bell, and it is more like a crisp and piercing thunder, and the sound of explosion-like percussion is connected together.

   At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky rolled endlessly, completely covering the sun, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

  Real thunder and heavy rain came crashing down.

  Hilliard's voice, which was so calm that it was almost ruthless, resounded faintly in the rain: "Weggs, it's not that you can't kill me if you want to. I'm saying that your dreams can't."

"Humph."

   With a cold snort, Wiggs fell silent, but he swung the giant bone rock sword more quickly and powerfully in his hand, as if he wanted to smash his heart full of confusion, loss and hatred into the sword.

  The earth and rocks, trees and lakes were all shattered and cut apart by his violent slash, just like the most beneficial sting of a poisonous scorpion.

  In just a few seconds, the ground was covered with huge ditches and off-white bone powder.

   "I have seen your dream once, twice, countless times..."

But even with such an onslaught, it still couldn't suppress the old knight's fragmented sigh amidst the intertwined sword wind: "Weigs, don't you understand? Your dream is just the most boring kind of reincarnation in this world. "

   "And such a dream..."

   "The world cannot be changed!"

  (end of this chapter)