The void, in a place that all mortals cannot see, is farther away than the other shore, on a stone altar, a simple, colorless scabbard began to shake violently, and invisible but powerful chains tied the scabbard tightly.

But the frequency of jitter is too high!

Also, it's a little more powerful.

clang! clang! clang!

The chains began to shatter - yes, they were shattered, not broken; it was like those chains were completely shattered as if they were destroyed in an instant.

The texture of metal begins to dissipate when it drifts in the air and turns into spots of light.

However, this does not represent any decisive factor, because, the next moment, more white light from the altar began to gush out, turning into brand new chains, binding the scabbard.

The shaking of the scabbard did not stop, and it even became more and more intense.

Wow, Wow...

The shaking of the scabbard drives the chains to dance, making a unique sound in the void; then, it attracts the attention of some people.

To be more accurate, it should be the attention of forty-seven people.

In the endless glory, forty-seven people who were suffering from madness every moment, filled with energy beams of destruction, turned their heads one after another after being stunned.

"Broken?"

A man was talking to himself in disbelief.

"Yeah, it's broken!"

Another person gave an answer.

The remaining forty-five people were silent, but their eyes were firmly staring at the scabbard that was about to be bound again; I don’t know who started, a transparent ripples appeared in the palm of their hands and then threw them towards the scabbard; then, transparent ripples followed closely.

Bang, bang, bang...

The new chains made silent sounds in the striking of such transparent ripples, and then there was a violent shaking.

The scabbard itself burst out with an inexplicable glory, covering all directions.

It's not white, nor gold, nor black, and it's even impossible to confirm which color it is, but it has endless sturdiness and... warmth.

A layer of shield that could not be destroyed suddenly enveloped the forty-seven people covered with scars. Their dilapidated silver armor was repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye. The broken cloak appeared again, especially the wounds on their bodies began to recover.

"Thank you, my Lord's allies, for your sincerity, and we will never forget you until death!"

Forty-seven people shook the reappearing cloak and then knelt on one knee - they did not worship, but were even more grateful.

As for why do this?

The ripples that began to emerge in the void have given the final answer-

The female cavalryman opened her eyes in a daze, and then she quickly glanced at the surroundings, whether it was the vast aura, the above her head, or the surrounding starry sky, all told her that she was no longer standing outside the original Six Towers.

Before, an inexplicable aura appeared in the distance, and the sword around her waist called out, which made her follow involuntarily, and then... she came here.

She saw the bound scabbard in the distance and forty-seven people on the other side who were kneeling on one knee.

Similarly, the forty-seven people also saw her.

However, the forty-seven people didn't say anything, but judging from their expressions, the other party was friendly; at least, with enough kindness.

The female cavalry captain wanted to move her body, but found that it was extremely difficult, and her whole body seemed to be pressed up to a mountain. Even if she wanted to move a finger, it was so difficult.

However, it is not impossible.

Therefore, she walked towards the altar very naturally - it seemed less than fifteen yards away, but it seemed as far as the ends of the world; after all, every step required her to move with all her strength, and then she insisted on not being overwhelmed by the increasing pressure on her body after moving her steps.

Simply put, every step that the female cavalry captain felt that she was completing a double training beyond the conventional - such training only exists in that sad memory.

After her father died in battle, she used this method to numb herself.

It lasted for quite a while, but then I forgot - because, after meeting Ye Qi, the happy time with Ye Qi always appeared in her mind in her spare time.

Pain was also unconsciously diluted in such a happy time.

"Forgot the pain, but remember the happiness?"

The female cavalry captain who felt the pain again started to murmur herself. She frowned and the stubbornness on her face emerged again.

"Pain will not be forgotten, but happiness also exists... Moreover, I, who understand pain, should cherish happiness even more - even the person who just wants to bring me happiness!"

Such words are very low and weak, like mosquitoes and flies, but they are firm enough.

Let the female cavalry grow stronger - but this will not shorten the distance between her and the scabbard.

Fifteen yards, still fifteen yards, and it will not become ten yards, five yards, or more distances!

It takes a female cavalry to walk through step by step - and now, how far is the distance she moves every time? It is less than an inch.

If, seriously, it's just a little between centimeters and millimeters.

But this was the greatest effort of the female cavalry captain - although it was small, she would persevere, just like the stubbornness that appeared on her face at this moment.

The idea of ​​giving up this did not appear in the mind of the female cavalry leader at this moment; because, the words of the Lord of the Tower of Wisdom had already been remembered in her heart-

‘The way of knights does not require such considerations at all; and your considerations are just because you are confused by honor and reputation!’

That's right, she doesn't need to think so much, and the way of the knight doesn't need such considerations.

Just like her at this moment, she just needs to move forward!

As for the others?

Let's talk about it when you get the scabbard.

...

The forty-seven people did not look at the female cavalry leader. They were carrying huge magic crystals, and then inlaid them in the giant and jaw-dropping magic circle - this was a magic circle that was simply incomprehensible, and where people's eyes touched, they were runes and seal carvings of this magic circle.

The lines and the energy of shining arcane were filled in the void, attracting more beams of light with destructive power, hitting and destroying this huge magic array.

And every time at this time, forty-seven people were like shields, blocking these destructive beams - in fact, they were also the targets of these beams, or more important targets.

The beams of light hit them, and the newly repaired silver armor soon became dilapidated again. The cloak had already turned into ashes, and they themselves vomited blood and were shaking; but whenever the beam of destruction hit the magic circle, they would rush forward and act as a shield.

For countless years, they have done this and have almost become instinct.

And except for their ancestors, no one was paying attention to their useless actions, and was even denounced for ridiculousness - even the help of allies became minimal.

So when another touch of warmth and firmness appeared on them, giving them a new look, they were all surprised.

They turned their heads and saw the lady standing in front of the altar and picking up the scabbard.

At some point, the lady who appeared here had completed her "destined mission". Then, she stood on their side again.

"Thank you for your kindness!"

Forty-seven people bowed and bowed at the same time.

...

The female cavalry captain held the scabbard and slowly inserted the invisible long sword into the scabbard. The encounter between the two seemed a little excited, and a little inexplicable.

The female cavalry clearly felt the trembling of the invisible sword and scabbard in her hand. It was like two old friends who had not met for many years, and they met by chance again.

So lucky, so inevitable.

In fact, when she was touching the scabbard, she had already made the worst plan - after all, the chains looked extraordinary and... a hint of hostility.

This is a feeling that only occurs when facing a strong enemy.

Although it is very strange to appear on chains, it requires caution for the female cavalry leader at this moment.

After all, if it is strange, it is already very strange that she is standing here.

However, beyond the expectation of the female cavalry, when her palm touched the scabbard, the extremely strong chains that had previously performed shattered in an instant, and all merged into the surrounding void, turning from dots of light spots to abnormally dim, and eventually became nothingness.

It seems that the most important tempering and test she has to go through the fifteen-yard journey, and the remaining seemingly more difficult obstacles are just a little "intimidation".

However, this does not mean that the female cavalry is relaxed - in fact, the female cavalry is still remembered by this fifteen-yard road.

The pressure was getting bigger and bigger, and even painful torture was like a knife cutting her flesh and blood, making her speed slower and slower.

So much so that even the female cavalry leader himself is now wondering how many years it took for him to walk to the altar and pick up the scabbard!

Ten years? Twenty years? Or longer?

The next moment, the female cavalry captain's thoughts were interrupted by the scabbard in her hand-

The scabbard that was free from the bondage fell directly into her hands, as if it was stuck.

Afterwards, there was a sense of indifferent familiarity - first it came from the invisible long sword around the waist, then entered the scabbard, and then returned to the invisible long sword again.

Then it was fed back to her heart.

Without even exploring, the female cavalryman knew how to use the scabbard in front of him, and could not be familiar with the familiar ones anymore.

Moreover, there is a little more disagreement in the use of the invisible long sword, but it contains the experience of inheritance.

It was this experience that made her subconsciously choose to help the forty-seven people - although it was that experience that "telled" her. This was a trustworthy ally, but more of it was her own wish.

Facing the "injustice", how can the Knight's Way stand by and watch?

However, just as she was about to help the other party further, the other party refused-
To be continued...