Chapter 548: Drawing Sword
Amidst the surrounding knights, the young mage wore a magnificent mage robe cinched with a belt of white jade. However, it wasn’t ordinary jade; it pulsed with the luster of magic. In one hand, he held a staff carved from gold and jade, with an expensive magic gem shining at its tip.
Similar to the intricate family crests engraved on the breastplates of the silver-armored knights surrounding him, the young mage’s long robe was adorned with golden thread, embroidered with a family crest of the same design, but undoubtedly more magnificent and exquisite.
“A noble fop…?”
Ig muttered to himself. The young man before him was indulging in wine and women, yet he had reached the Platinum realm at such a young age. This was due to his talent, and also the resources his family had invested in him.
Perhaps this guy carried powerful magic scrolls, magical artifacts, and…
Ig’s gaze shifted slightly, looking at the knights clad in white armor and silver plating surrounding them.
These dozen or so knights were undoubtedly the elite of the elite. Not a single one of them had a strength below Gold, and the leading few were even at the Platinum realm.
“Kid, I ask you, who are you, why are you here… and what’s in the carriage!”
The young mage’s commanding voice echoed again.
After the demon ascension ritual, Ig’s Dou Qi and the demonic power from the Demon Realm had merged, forming a power that was fundamentally different from the Demonic Power widely circulated on the continent, making its strength difficult to discern from its aura.
To avoid drawing attention, Ig had used Ophi’s illusion gem to conceal his appearance and had consistently projected an aura of the Gold realm.
In the eyes of the young mage, this white-haired kid, whose handsome face was almost like a girl’s, was dressed in rough cloth, wore no noble emblems, and wasn’t even a male escort to other nobles. He was just a commoner with some talent.
Thus, the young mage adopted an overbearing and arrogant demeanor.
Ig was silent for a moment, then bowed respectfully. “Sir, my name is Rhode, an adventurer, and I’m heading to Lire City from here…”
“Rhode? What a cliché name.”
The noble youth scoffed. “But why are you going to Lire City, and what is in the carriage?”
“This…”
The young man hesitated, but under the oppressive gaze of the noble youth, he had no choice but to truthfully reveal, “In the carriage is my sister. She fell ill, so I borrowed this carriage to take her to Lire City for medical treatment.”
As Ig’s voice fell, a faint, soft cough from a girl could be heard from the carriage.
“Your sister?”
The noble youth’s eyes lit up. In his heart, although the young man before him was handsome, he wasn’t interested in men… However, how beautiful would the sister of such a handsome youth be?
Recalling the delicate voice of the girl he had just heard, the noble youth felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen, and his eyes gleamed with excitement. A smile flickered across his face.
“Is that so? However, I need to make sure you’re telling the truth…”
With that, the noble youth dismounted and walked towards the carriage, preparing to lift the carriage curtain.
Ig quickly followed him, a look of urgency on his face. He blocked the youth, saying, “Sir, my sister is ill and cannot tolerate the wind. Please, you must…”
“Oh, are you trying to stop me?”
The noble youth sneered, his gloomy face suddenly contorting with ferocity.
“Kid, do you know what time it is? Three months ago, the person who assassinated the former king fled to the eastern territories. I have reason to suspect that your so-called sister is just an excuse, and the people in the carriage are actually those two fugitives!”
“But—”
“Enough!”
The noble youth’s voice sharpened as he rebuked, “Are you colluding with those two traitors?”
In the noble youth’s eyes, the shoulders of the youth blocking his way trembled heavily, but like a withered plant, he gradually sagged. His face showed unwillingness, but more than that, it showed fear.
Nobles, by nature, could control these ignorant commoners with their reins, whether it was through monetary incentives or laws. They exploited their fear… and the youth before him, perhaps with exceptional talent among commoners, was undoubtedly a coward.
The noble youth curled his lips proudly and reached out to pull at the carriage curtain.
Ig lowered his head slightly. Beneath his palm, a dark, night-like marking appeared… Around him, including the noble in front, there were five Platinum realm individuals, and the remaining eight were Gold realm knights. However, killing them all in an instant…
The carriage curtain was pulled open with one hand. The girl, huddled in the corner of the carriage, lowered her face, her delicate body trembling slightly as if frightened. A look of satisfaction appeared on the noble youth’s face.
The girl before him was covered by a heavy black robe, but it couldn’t conceal her slender and delicate body. Through the gaps in the black robe, glimpses of fair skin and strands of treasure-like golden hair made the noble youth’s imagination run wild, wondering about the girl’s incredibly beautiful appearance.
“Miss, you have no need to be afraid. I am the heir of Duke Noen. Please raise your head…”
The noble youth, speaking in what he considered a gentlemanly tone, extended his pale, slender, and rather sinister fingers to try and lift the girl’s fair chin.
Suddenly, like a fierce black lightning, the stooped youth beside him straightened up. With a burst of speed, he drew his sword, so fast that the noble youth had no time to react. The dark sword cut through his protective amulet, severing his arm!
Before the noble youth could even cry out in pain from his severed limb, he turned his face in panic, only to meet Ig’s wide, fierce eyes. A dark shadow then crushed the protective spell he had activated, and then severed his body!
Verafia happened to lift her fair head at that moment, her golden eyes clear and beautiful. She witnessed the noble youth’s blood rain scattering under the black sword light, while the black-robed youth stood with his back to the carriage, the sun’s rays piercing through him, casting insignificant shadows.
From the moment Ig drew his Black Thunderous Sword to the death of the noble mage before him, less than a single instant had passed. Even the surrounding knights had only just begun to stir their Dou Qi and let out roars.
Ig turned his back, and the viscous black magic on his sword flowed like the night. Suddenly, he drew his sword again, and with extreme sword intent, his sword Qi seemed to transform into countless swords, with phoenixes and dragons dancing, fire and ice intertwined, and surging sword light pouring out like a dark, abyssal abyss!
The coiling sword Qi, like scythes, reaped through the knights. Suddenly, ten thousand sword lights converged, and a destructive sword strike descended!
Dark demonic power corroded the surging Dou Qi waves in the air. Shattered armor plates were discarded, falling to the earth amidst the blood rain formed by the sword Qi slicing through flesh.
Ig blocked the brunt of the demonic power and, ignoring the pain of overexerting his arm, quickly went to Verafia’s side, anxiously asking, “Veer, are you alright? Were you injured in that impact?”
In his embrace, Verafia tilted her small face up, her soft, golden eyes blinking charmingly. She replied in a soft voice,
“Mmm… Brother Lord, I’m fine.”
The arm embracing her suddenly stiffened, and the youth before her looked at her as if he had seen a ghost.
