Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0095 The Truth
"If I'm not mistaken, you are the missing Grand Master Franzberg, right?" Standing at a normal distance that he thought was appropriate, Didrik held his sword and asked Franzberg coldly.
"It's me." Frunzberg nodded and admitted with a smile: " It's really not easy to meet the Grand Knight Commander of the Holy Demon Empire here."
"Can you tell me why a great magician would degenerate, give up the path to the top, and run to the forbidden magic area to live with mortals?" Didrik stared at Frundsberg and asked.
"Self-degradation? Ah, what an interesting word." Frunzberg laughed at himself and replied, "My child, I don't think I am self-degrading. I think I am using another, more effective way to reach the top of my own mountain."
Diderik was stunned for a moment, and then he thought he had heard a very funny explanation. He didn't think Frundsberg was answering his question, he thought he was being played by a fool.
So he angrily pressed his sword and took a step forward: "Are you saying that you gave up the most favorable position, gave up the lofty magic tower, came to the mortal kingdom, and are in a place without any magic atmosphere. Are you using a more effective way to climb to the pinnacle of the magic field?"
"Yeah! Is there anything wrong?" Frunzberg's smile widened: "I came here because there are things and people that interest me. It can be said that I am closer to those unattainable truths than before. This is a feeling I never dared to imagine before."
He didn't wait for Diderik to say anything else, and continued, "To be honest, the lack of magic here is really disturbing, but I think the price is worth it."
"Those... weapons that shot down the dragon knight were produced with your help, right?" Didrik couldn't help but ask the question that interested him the most: "You are helping mortals! Right?"
"No, no, no! On the contrary! Mr. Grand Knight! It's the mortals who are helping me." Frundsberg said seriously: "In the field of knowledge, the imagination and creativity of mortals are more powerful than I thought. Maybe they don't understand magic, but they are creating an order and domain comparable to magic!"
"That's why I'm standing here ! Because what they are building is something completely new and different from magic!" Franzberg stretched out his hand and made a grabbing gesture: "You can imagine that the path to transcendence that we have been looking for is in these mortal worlds!"
"What nonsense! You have just been bewitched by a group of ants! You actually want to learn how to defeat the dragon from ants!" Didrik still didn't believe what Franzberg said. He thought what the other party said was simply a fantasy. He was unwilling to believe what he had just experienced.
Pointing to a giant dragon lying dead on the ground in the distance, Frundsberg argued with a smile: "Those giant dragons are now being digested by ants, right?"
"You are provoking a dragon knight! Great magician!" Draw out the long sword from his waist, Didrik's anger has spread. His armor is surrounded by a hot flame, and the air around him begins to distort.
Franzberg did not make any movement. He did not even waste the magical cold energy in his body. He just stood there so relaxed, as if the person standing in front of him was not a dangerous dragon knight, but a three-year-old naughty boy.
But the mortals beside him were different. They raised their revolvers and pointed the black muzzles at Didrik and Ildor beside them. They were like facing a great enemy and had no intention of relaxing.
Ildo spread his hands, made a gesture of not caring about it, and then slowly stepped aside. In contrast, Didrik suddenly strode forward, and the flames on his body gathered on his empty left hand, looking even more dangerous.
"Bang! Bang!" Behind Frundsberg, the guards fired a series of shots at Diderik without any hesitation. The bullets whizzed past Frundsberg and rushed directly to the target on the opposite side.
Didrik swung his sword and luckily blocked a bullet that was flying towards him. Sparks flew from the bright sword that was wrapped in magical energy, and a huge force came from his hand that almost made him unable to hold the hilt.
More bullets passed his sword and hit his armor directly. Because of the magic defense, Didrik was not immediately shot into a sieve. But the huge impact force was still transmitted to his body, forcing him to stop and stagger back.
What was going on? Why was he about to be defeated before the most dangerous great magician even made a move? With this thought in his mind, Didrik fell to the ground before he could even stand firmly.
He touched his waist with his hand and found that blood had seeped out from the gaps in the armor. The blood was also filled with a faint blue light, which looked very tempting.
After dispersing the fireball in his hand and holding up his body with his hands, Didrik felt his life slipping away. He stared at Frundsberg unwillingly and shouted loudly: "The Holy Demon Empire will definitely deal with you, a traitor..."
"Bang!" There was another round of intensive shooting from the opposite side, and this time the bullets hit Didrick's body solidly. One bullet hit him right on the forehead, leaving a hole as thick as a little finger.
"Why don't you listen to me? What a pity." Frunzberg walked towards Didrik's body dejectedly, sighing with regret as he walked. Halfway through the walk, he looked at Ildor, who was standing aside with his hands spread out, with a curious expression on his face.
"Young man, it seems that you should fight side by side with your Grand Knight Commander. Why did you retreat?" Standing next to Diderik's body, Franzberg asked with interest.
"Me? I don't know. I can't say for sure. I just think that there is some truth in what you said." Irdo looked at Franzberg taking out all the magic replenisher from Diderik and stuffing it into his pocket, and answered with a helpless smile .
"Oh? Then tell me, what's the logic of what I said?" Franzberg also became interested. Instead of leaving immediately, he continued to ask.
"If these mortal weapons can shoot down the dragon knights of our Holy Demon Empire, then is it possible that these weapons can also shoot down... the Eternal Empire..." Irdo stared at Franzberg, as if hoping to see a positive answer in the other's eyes.
Frundsberg laughed, the first time he laughed seriously, pointed to his head and praised: "Good question, kid! Good question! You are much smarter than this stupid guy! At least you have a brain!"
"Aren't you afraid that we will mobilize more soldiers to attack the forbidden magic area? If the Holy Demon Empire uses its true power, Ailan Hill will become hell overnight." Irdo felt that he was making a choice, a very difficult choice.
"Ninety percent of the Holy Demon Empire's combat power is in the magic barrier to the west! This is the biggest secret that the Holy Demon Empire has always concealed from mortals. Of course, it is no longer the case now." Frunzberg pointed at himself: "I told you everything! This is the biggest trump card that Ailan Hill dares to fight against the Holy Demon Empire!"
"...You actually, actually told all this! That is the truth of this world! You actually told such an important thing to a mortal?" Irdo looked at Frundsberg in shock.
"Have you ever thought about this? What if the truth is not in the West, but in the East?" Franzberg was silent for two seconds and took out a small metal cylinder from his wide robe.
"What is this?" Irdo had never seen such a round and smooth metal cylinder, and asked subconsciously.
"A standard bearing wrapped in magic! It can work for ten years without any wear!" Frundsberg explained: "The combination of mortal technology and magic, the first product of Ailan Hill Magic Industry!"
Ildor shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn't understand what you said, walked to Frundsberg's side, and pulled Didrik's body: "I don't know what you are talking about, but our war is not over yet... Wait for the revenge of the Holy Demon Empire."
"Oh, I almost forgot if you hadn't mentioned it." Frundsberg patted his forehead lightly and said, "Please go back to the Holy Demon Empire now and tell Joseph Bakalov, the Supreme Archon of the East, that I have something to discuss with him before a full-scale war!"
"Negotiation like this?" Looking at Didrik's body lying at his feet, Ildo asked with a sneer.
"What I can guarantee is that if he doesn't take action, we will never do anything that would damage our honor or violate diplomatic ethics." Franzberg stretched out his hand and made a begging gesture.
"..." After staring at Frundsberg for a few seconds, Irdo felt that what he had encountered today was really weird. He angrily took out his magic replenisher and slapped it into the hand of Frundsberg, the robber: "Is this what you call diplomatic ethics?"
"No!" Frunzberg stuffed the magic replenisher into his robe with satisfaction, and denied it as a matter of course: "This is just friendship between us, and has nothing to do with diplomacy or anything like that."
After he finished speaking, he paused and called out to Ildur, who was dragging the corpse away: "Don't attack any mortal villages! Otherwise, I will personally break your neck."
