Building An Empire Starting From The Labor Camp In Exile-Chapter 301: Grandmaster
The ice was completely blue, almost black in color, and the coldness that followed it was far from normal, even in Knight’s definition.
Valtor and Commander Petel thought of the same thing as one. "Something has gone horribly wrong."
Fortunately, the Master Knight woman had gotten Svenjar away before a chunk of ice fell on him. "Do you know what’s happening?" Gone was her submissive look; her expression was as hard as steel then.
Even Svenjar was creating and swallowing sands around himself at an extremely fast rate.
"We don’t know! I just got a warning that someone is trying to destroy the wall. The wall that not even a Master Knight should be able to destroy!" Commander Petel shouted. She ordered her unit to fall back, and then, through the necklace around her neck, she ordered all her lieutenants to get ready for battle.
Meanwhile, the clouds in the sky grew dark and fell into a huge waterfall that turned into Pomora. Her eyes were flashing. She gave quick orders. "Commander Petel, I suggest you fall back with Young Master Svenjar.
"Shrink the formation of the wall to this position only so you can maximize the attacks. We will deal with this."
Commander Petel only took a moment to understand the advantages of the suggestion, and she quickly adopted it. She turned towards Svenjar. "Young Master, please come this..."
"Nobody is going anywhere!" A voice echoed out.
They swung their heads as one.
At the tip of the giant ice spear stood a man. He was an older man with white hair; his eyes were folded between layers of wrinkles, but a blue glow shone out with intensity.
"I haven’t seen him before," Valtor said, his hammer in his hand, but he didn’t act. Because for some reason he couldn’t explain to himself, he was hesitating.
Commander Petel swallowed. "I’m getting a very ugly feeling about this." More whispering of spells, and the air visibly changed as the formation concentrated in the location.
What Commander Petel did was remove almost all the powers, both defensive and offensive, from the wall and concentrate them only on their location. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺
She began whispering. "Young Master Svenjar, be ready. I will distract him so we can both make a retreat. We do not want to be caught in a fight like this."
The arrogant and proud Svenjar nodded. He knew his own limit, and already, the increased pressure from the Master Knights around them was getting harder to ignore.
"Who are you? You are standing, breaching the wall of the Soryu Clan! Retreat now!" Commander Petel bellowed.
The man focused on Petel and then quickly dismissed her. "You are not my target. Get lost. Let’s see, which of you boys is Svenjar?"
Boys? Valtor gritted his teeth, but he answered. "That would be me. But what do you want with me?"
"You are Svenjar? Wait, you are a Master rank," the man sighed. "Why are lowlifes always filled with deceit?"
Just then, Commander Petel shouted. "Now!"
The formation hummed to life like thousands of birds flying as one. A blue energy web came into existence and struck down like a sword. It was an attack that was above the Master Knight rank, and it should have at least crippled a Master Knight, if not worse.
In fact, it was like this because Petel was in a hurry and really didn’t have time to gather and move the energy at will.
But anyway, it was an attack that even four Master Knights should be wary about.
But when it came down on the white-haired man, he raised his hand, and a giant hand of ice formed in front of him and slapped the attack to the side.
Commander Petel and Svenjar, who had started running, came to a sudden stop. In fact, they had not taken more than three steps, so they were able to see what happened. Petel was so shocked her mouth opened unconsciously. "That shouldn’t be happening."
The man chuckled, and then he flew into the air. He didn’t create any platform to carry him or use any skills. He was floating in the air as if it were natural, like a fish swimming because it could.
A thought struck all of them then. They had never seen it, but they had all heard of a legend. It wasn’t a legend, more like truth mixed with rumors, about the rank above the Master Knight.
It is also called the first step of immortality because it is in this rank that a mortal will gain its first immortality and truly become something no longer human. And it was a very difficult rank to get to, so much so that none had ever appeared in the Hinterlands.
It is a rank where one gains the ability to fly just as easily as walking.
"Impossible," Valtor muttered. He took a step back as the man casually flew over. "It can’t be. A Grandmaster?"
Everyone flinched, and suddenly, the Master Knights that had been the top monsters, the absolute predators of their Clans, suddenly felt what it was like to be looked down upon by someone far more powerful than them.
It was something they had long forgotten, but they remembered then.
The man chuckled. "Oh? So you know about the Grandmaster rank. But it seems to be the first time you’re seeing one. Why should anyone be in this backward place in the first place?
"But I still have a job to do. Since Svenjar is supposed to be a man and you are a Master rank, then he has to be the other man there." The man continued to fly over slowly, as if he had all the time in the world.
Suddenly, his body slowed down, and he jerked down a little. The air around him twisted and warped. He seemed to have gained a certain weight because he began to dip down.
Valtor was gritting his teeth, his veins showing fully on his face. His hammer pointed forward. He was increasing the gravity around the Grandmaster man, trying to pull him down.
The Grandmaster grunted as he was slowly dipping down. Finally, his blue eyes flashed with anger. "You bastards! And I was trying to go easy on you!"
