Hail the King

Chapter 1038: Only One Sword (Part One)

Chapter 1038: Only One Sword (Part One)

                                                                               

On the other side, after about ten minutes, the silver crystal finally got used to the mystical gold war puppet.

He could already make all kinds of poses and move in many ways like humans. He could run as fast as animals and casually jump up for ten meters. He could even mimic Fei"s movements and practice a complete set of fist techniques. With one punch, a stone that weighed about four tons was turned into dust.

"Great! Haha! [No.1], your performance is great. What do you think of this new body? Are you satisfied?" Fei laughed after seeing this scene.

Boom! The mystical gold war puppet kneeled on all fours, mimicking Dark Demonic Armor Basturk"s behavior. As all the metal components shivered in excitement, he said respectfully, "Great and honorable master! It is perfect! I feel unprecedentedly powerful! I can run and jump like those behemoth orcs. My fists can crush stones… Thank you, my great and honorable master! I admire you! [No.1] will serve you forever."

Dark Demonic Armor Basturk who was standing on the side felt like cursing as he thought, "d.a.m.n it! How come this [No.1]"s flattering skill is smoother than mine? His mimic ability is too strong! He is going to learn everything that I know! How can I hang around Master in the future?"

Fei froze for a second; he also discovered [No.1]"s super talent - mimic.

The soul inside this silver crystal had a photographic memory and insane mimic ability. He was able to observe Fei"s fist technique once and practice it, and he learned how Dark Demonic Armor Basturk talked and behaved in front of Fei and instantly mimic them.

"It seems like I underestimated this silver crystal"s ability," Fei thought to himself.

"Get up. [No.1], listen to me. The strength of your new body is beyond this. It contains insane magic power. I will explain to you all the functionalities of these magic arrays, and you need to memorize them. When you truly grasp the power of this new body, even those orc masters can"t defeat you," Fei said with a smile.

Then, in detail, Fei told the silver crystal the activation method for each of the magic paths on the inside of the components and how to use them.

"Do you remember everything?" Fei asked after speaking for a long while.

"Great and honorable master, [No.1] remembers everything. However, from my initial estimate, I still need about one to two hours to get used to them," [No.1] said with some shame. He functioned like a supercomputer.

Fei nodded and said, "Ok, you can try to get used to it. I will wait for you for two hours."

Then, the king turned around and said to Dark Demonic Armor Basturk, "How about this? You can train [No.1]. You can tell him your combat techniques and battle style. I want you to train this mystical gold warrior into a powerful being like yourself."

The Dark Demonic Armor who had been unsettled heard this and suddenly felt very joyous.

After a moment of pause, he asked in surprise, "Master… I… you want me to train [No.1]?"

"What? You are not willing?" Fei didn"t show this guy a good face.

"Ah? I"m willing! I"m willing! Your humble servant is willing to work for you, my great and honorable master," Basturk said in excitement, and his voice was even shaking a little.

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Chapter 1038: Only One Sword (Part Two)

                                                                               

Fei nodded and said, "Ok, try your best. If you can excellently complete this task, you can train and lead the entire mystical gold war puppet legion."

"Yes. Ok, ok, ok. Hehe, my great and honorable master, just wait and see!" Dark Demonic Armor Basturk didn"t think that the king valued him this much and gave him such an important task. He was so excited that he felt even happier now than when he was first instilled with life. Although he was forced to swear loyalty to Fei, he was now used to flattering others and working for Chambord.

Next, Basturk took [No.1] to the edge of [Metal Desert] to train in various ways.

Fei was doing this for a particular reason.

The Silver Crystal Clan was trapped inside the Vicious Swamp for thousands if not tens of thousands of years, and they didn"t know anything about the world other than the encounters with the behemoth orcs. Mentally, they were like human children who were about ten years old where their perspective of the world was extremely malleable like a piece of white paper. Such a subordinate needed a proper coach to train them so that they could have top-tier combat force.

Fei didn"t have time to do such things.

Although the Dark Demonic Armor wasn"t too reliable and was a flatterer who lacked dignity, he was like an old fox and had top-tier techniques, battle wisdom, and combat strength. Also, he was at peak Burning Sun Realm and had a lot of life experience. In terms of strength and experience, he was a suitable trainer for [No.1].

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Soon, a series of explosions sounded from the side. Under Basturk"s training, [No.1]"s progress was fast. Now, he could already slowly fly in the sky.

Fei nodded and went to the next step.

The king flew over to the sky above the Vicious Swamp and used his power to search for more than 20 silver crystals. Then, he returned to land with them and did the same process, threatening them first before luring them with new bodies. He signed master-servant contracts with the souls inside the silver crystals, and he took out 25 mystical gold war puppets before dissembling them into thousands of pieces. He did exactly what he did before and started to modify the magic arrays in them.

Without a doubt, this was a task that consumed his energy and brainpower.

Fortunately, he got smoother as he continued, and his speed increased a lot after a while.

When it was close to midnight, Fei heaved a long sigh out of fatigue. He finally finished all his work for now.

When he inlaid these 25 silver crystals that he signed master-servant contracts with into the mystical gold war puppets, Dark Demonic Armor Basturk and [No.1] walked over.

Seeing [No.1]"s light steps and the powerful aura around him, Fei knew that the initial training was completed.

"Hahaha! Your names will be [No.2], [No.3]… until [No. 26]. Try to hurry up and get used to your new bodies, Then, go train with this big black armor. [No.1], come over and practice with me. Let me see what level of strength you grasped."

"Yes, great and honorable master."  The 25 mystical gold war puppets admired their master who gifted them such powerful bodies, and they all single-kneeled at the same time before walking away with Dark Demonic Armor Basturk to train.

"Master, please be careful."

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Chapter 1038: Only One Sword (Part Three)

                                                                               

After bowing respectfully, [No.1] executed on Fei"s order without hesitation. He used his full strength and battled Fei.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions sounded above the Vicious Swamp, and the terrifying energy even tore s.p.a.ce apart and connected with the void.

"d.a.m.n! Such combat strength is far beyond my estimates!" Fei used about 80 percent of the strength of his Barbarian character, and he barely broke even with [No.1].

This big guy didn"t have the weaknesses that all other lifeforms had. His body was made with mystical gold, one of the hardest G.o.d-tier materials. Every component on his body was designed in the most scientific way, and he wouldn"t be that injured even if a master on his level struck him with full force. The magic arrays on the inside of his body were engraved with G.o.dly runes, and the silver crystal that was the core of everything was extremely tough; it was impossible to shatter it from shaking.

[No.1] was like a monster that didn"t have any weakness.

Except for all that, he also had the unparalleled self-recovery ability. Even if he were smashed into a piece of junk, he would slowly return to his peak after sufficient time pa.s.sed.

At this moment, the core use of these silver crystals was showcased; it was also why Fei tried hard to inlay these silver crystals inside the mystical gold war puppets.

The mystical gold war puppets that Cain and Akara designed could only battle as programmed; there weren"t any variations or changes. Therefore, the mystical gold war puppets could only unleash under half of their true strength. Once they encountered masters who saw through their weakness, they would be defeated and destroyed.

However, with the souls inside the silver crystals as the cores, these mystical gold war puppets truly came to life. They had the distinct characteristics of lifeforms, and their battle style was more intelligent.

The difference in strength between the two was night and day.

Most importantly, Fei also used the silver crystals" ability to absorb the energy in nature. Now, the mystical gold war puppets could absorb the energy that they required for battle. The silver crystals could absorb and store the energy like batteries when they were idling, and the energy could be released during battle.

As Fei and [No.1] battled, the king felt more and more battle-thirsty. He no longer suppressed his own power, and he fought [No.1] fist to fist without holding back at all.

This was the first time that Fei fought fist-to-fist directly after his Barbarian character reached the peak.

"What?"

"How is this possible?"

The sudden appearance of the mysterious master of Zenit and the abrupt death of Jeffrén shocked the other four masters of Barcelona.

When they woke up from the shock and anger, Jeffrén"s body already turned into thick blood gel before exploding in the sky.

"Who are you? How dare you to kill people of Barcelona?"

Olazábal, one of the four remaining masters shouted in anger and fear.

This man who suddenly appeared was tall, and he looked solemn. His face was chiseled, and he carried a giant black sword. His long red hair fluttered in the nightly wind like a dancing fire, and he looked dashing and valiant in his black tight-fitting armor which was made from an unknown material.

He made others feel like they were facing a giant mountain, and the atmosphere got a little suffocating.

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Chapter 1038: Only One Sword (Part Four)

                                                                               

"You aren"t qualified to know my name," the red-haired tough man said coldly while emphasizing each word.

This sentence should sound arrogant, but it felt like a serious statement coming from this red-haired master who carried a black sword. He sounded cold, calm, and ethereal.

After saying that, this mysterious man turned around and said something to Second Prince Dominguez and Old Aryang, and the two commanders instantly backed off under the protection of their guards, continuing to give orders so that the troops of Zenit could retreat properly.

The troops of Zenit that had grown a little chaotic gradually went back to their controlled state.

Olazábal and the other three masters didn"t want to fail the mission after getting so close to completing it, but they also didn"t dare to make the wrong move.

The presence of this red-haired master was terrifying; he targeted and locked down the four of them, freezing them on the spot. It felt like if they moved for the slightest bit, this man"s presence was going to rush over like a landslide and completely bury them.

"You… who are you? Why are you helping Zenitians?" Phista, one of the four masters of Barcelona, asked again.

The response to his question was a simple sword strike.

It seemed like this red-haired master wasn"t interested in saying anything. He pulled out the giant black sword on his back with an overhand grip, and his sword struck over lightly.

There wasn"t any fancy energy flames, shocking presences, or s.p.a.ce-tearing energy waves. However, the four masters of Barcelona"s expressions instantly changed. This casual strike made them feel an indescribable level of danger; they all felt like that sword was coming for them.

"No!"

"Use your full force! Quick!"

"Combat technique… Green Wind Energy Strike!"

"G.o.dly Sword!"

The four masters shouted and reminded each other. They were all peak Full Moon Elites, and they had the nickname "Little Lords" in the military of Barcelona.

However, they all sensed deadly danger from this sword, and they unleashed their full power under fear and shock. The warrior energy flames burned around them as they used their most powerful combat techniques. By using offense as defense, they tried their best to fight for the chance of survival!

In the dark night, it seemed like four radiant suns rose into the sky, lighting up the battlefield and making it look like daytime.

Crack! Crack!

However, these four people"s powerful combat techniques were instantly shattered in front of the sword strike as if they were eggs that were smashed by an iron hammer.

Then, the terrifying, invisible sword energy crushed everything.

Before these four masters could react, the deadly sword energy tore their n.o.ble bodies into pieces, and white broken bones and heated red blood fell from the sky.

Four masters died under one strike!

The entire battlefield was instantly shocked by this terrifying strike!

"No…" In the battlefield of the two top-tier masters in the high sky, Pedro let out a series of angry roars, and he ignored Hazel Bank"s attack and struck his fists toward the red-haired master on the ground.

The terrifying force fluttered this master"s long red hair.

"Hahaha! Great!" This master wasn"t afraid, and he struck out his sword.

"Hey, Frank, don"t underestimate him. This kid from Barcelona is pretty strong." In the sky, Hazel Bank laughed and reminded.

This red-haired master was one of the 12 Guardians of Golden Saint Mountains of Chambord, Frank Lampard, the former No.1 Master of Chambord.

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