"Clang!" He once again smashed a giant metal fist in half, freed his left hand, and used brute force to grab a golden javelin that was shot at him.
"Buzz...Buzz..." The javelin struggled and trembled in the air. Carl gritted his teeth and forcibly pulled it away from the opponent's control.
"Clang!" He swung the crusher hammer in his right hand and collided with the giant metal arm again. The sparks produced by the collision just blocked the enemy's sight.
He took the opportunity to flex his body, revealing the outline of his muscles under his shirt.
"Ha!" The next moment, his body straightened like a spring, and he threw the golden javelin back with pure strength!
Archbishop Jones' pupils contracted. This was completely unexpected and it was definitely too late for him to dodge.
The javelin was headed for his head. If he was hit, he would definitely die.
At the critical moment, his neck suddenly shot out like a snake, and he made a disgusting, sticky twisting movement in mid-air, and managed to avoid the javelin throw.
"Boom!" The javelin went straight into the stone wall, the stones exploded, and at least half of it was embedded in it.
"A gold-rank Flint Knight... this power is indeed unreasonable."
Shaking its neck like a monster, the head that was pushed up slowly opened its mouth.
"But on the other hand, Gold Knights also have the shortest lifespan of all professions. Flint residues will accumulate in their bodies, destroying their health and accelerating their aging. Even if they don't take action, few Flint Knights can live past 45 years old."
"Especially for you, Shomila."
"You are a knight from the Northern Diocese, from Orvoth, and you have experienced that terrible catastrophe. And you are not young anymore... Are you sure your body can still hold on?"
"... You don't need to worry about this."
Staring at the monster in front of him, Carl's mind sank completely, but he also became completely determined.
"I will kill you. Don't even think about leaving my sight."
"It seems you have discovered what my goal is."
After his neck recovered, Archbishop Jones narrowed his eyes deeply and glanced at the small building behind him.
After learning from the lesson of Blackwood City, many parishes chose to change the location of the stone carvings. Instead of placing them on the top of the bell tower, they found hidden places.
The stone carvings of the Southern Cathedral are hidden in this inconspicuous little building. Of course he knows this secret, but Carl, the second-in-command of the Southern Cathedral, also knows it.
"This is a senseless act."
He noticed that Carl was beginning to pant.
"You are no match for me without your power armor."
"At this time, riots should have already begun in the city. I have sent the Flint Knights in the temple to patrol in your name, and they will not be back for a while."
"And the only person who knows the truth is trapped in the dream world by us. She has no time to inform anyone, so don't expect anyone to come to help you."
Xiaomila-Karl's combat power is not low among all the gold-level ones.
Especially considering his age, condition... and the legend about the Golden Level, even if the other party was not wearing armor, Feka-Jones did not want to fight him to the death here.
He also wanted to persuade them to surrender.
Carl calmed his breath and raised the Crusher hammer towards the old man.
"…You're more rigid than I thought."
The old man's eyelids twitched, and more metal wheels floated up from a distance, combined with a pair of giant metal arms to smash towards the knight.
Is it rigid?
Hearing this comment, Karl felt a little dazed.
Scene replacement.
In a gray world, a tall and thin young man knelt in front of a pile of ruins. Due to being still for a long time, a lot of fallen dust had accumulated on his head.
"All of those who survived the catastrophe at Allwater were left with irreversible disease and damage to their lungs."
An old man with a flat head and a white robe quietly appeared behind the young man.
“We age earlier than others.”
“You lose your health and strength sooner.”
"This may not mean much to ordinary people, but to you..."
"Are you still determined to accept the 'Trial of Gold'?"
"Yes." The young man finally replied.
This was the only thing he said after kneeling for so long.
"why?"
"Because I don't want to see another Allwater."
Then replace again.
It becomes a world of steel filled with iron and fire.
"waste!"
The instructor’s scolding seemed to be right in front of me.
"stand up!"
"What do you think the trial of gold is? Is it just playing house?"
"Let me tell you, you naive kids, gold is not the division of any class, but the human heart! It is the light that bursts out from the depths of your heart!"
"Those who don't have the self-awareness to sacrifice themselves are not qualified to wear that armor!"
"You're lying down after such a short time...coward! Get up!!!"
Chapter 80 Secret
Clang——
With such a huge impact, the whole body seemed to fly out.
Carl stood up shakily, and double images appeared before his eyes.
Reality and illusion alternated back and forth before his eyes, and even the enemy who was walking towards him was seen by him as an old friend in a trance.
"The final stage of the Golden Trial requires the participant to defeat the armored guard head-on without wearing armor or carrying a gun!"
It was like the sound of muffled thunder, coming out from a suit of armor.
"Yes! Even I think this request is too harsh! But this is gold! Only when you break the limits of your heart and realize the power that only gold can exert, you will be qualified to take this armor from me! Only then can you be worthy of it!"
"boom!"
The abdomen was hit again and the tall and thin body flew into the air.
"stand up!"
"continue!"
Indeed... Before I actually stood here, I never thought that the final test of the trial would be like this...
The armor guards were not the golden-rank flint knights. They were just consumables specially trained by the cult for trials.
That’s what the new bishop said.
But even as a consumable, it is impossible to defeat the armor defender.
He was just an apprentice knight, or in jargon, the lowest bronze level. Knights at this stage only learned how to operate heavy armor, and their physical strength was only slightly higher than that of an ordinary strong man.
It is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to win against power armor, even if it is powered armor operated by the armor defender.
The full-coverage armor makes the opponent look like an iron fortress.
Even if he was given a sword or a musket, he would not be able to hurt the other person at all.
So it's weird isn't it.
Why would the Order make such rules?
Why, someone would pass this impossible trial?
What on earth did the previous golden ranks do to be able to win the battle in this world of iron and fire?
I'm going to find that method.
I want to find that trick...
"The final trial is about to begin." The gentle voice of the black-robed nun faintly came to my ears.
"Given the danger level of the trial, Xiaomila-Carr, you can ask for a hint from me."
“Does everyone who has ever stood here receive this kind of treatment?”
The nun nodded.
"So... I want to know how to pass the last level."
"Oh~ That's a tricky question. I'm sorry I can't answer it."
"But a hint is a hint. Remember - your hope of winning lies in the accumulation of your training over the years, in the power that you cannot see but will always exist."
“I can’t see…”
"But the power will always exist..."
"Yes." The nun smiled, her smile as pure and sweet as an angel's.
"It has a name, called the Golden Secret."
……
"Goddess, Xiaomila... I really want to kill Knight Commander Karim."
"Really? This kind of training is too exaggerated... It's almost like training people to death. I don't know what we can get by continuing like this..."
"I can gain strength. Enough to make myself feel at peace and no longer experience 'regret'."
"You have a strong will... But that's real armor. I heard that metal toxins will start to accumulate in our bodies from this period. If we are eliminated in the end, we will not become a knight and will be sick... Ah! I can't imagine that scene!"
……
Yeah……
I think I know what to do.
The tall and thin boy arched his body and stood up again tremblingly.
His breathing was still heavy, and he felt soreness and pain all over his body.
But inexplicably, the defenders stopped moving forward.
He could feel that changes had occurred in the other person's body.
There was a roar.
A breath that only steel and fire can inspire! And a roar—
boom!
He suddenly jumped up and grabbed the armored man's waist in a wrestling manner.
The defender only felt an irresistible force like explosives coming over him. He could not maintain his center of gravity at all and was pulled up from the ground and lifted high!
boom! ! !
A violent impact.
It seemed as if all the bones in his body were shattered.
……
Clang! ! !
The war hammer and the giant metal arm collided again.
Feka-Jones' pupils contracted and he suddenly ducked and rolled to the ground.
The next moment, the giant metal arm swung back in a slow arc and hit the lintel of the small building behind it heavily, completely collapsing an entire wall.
"impossible!"
He suddenly let out a scream.
