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Chapter 1065: Chapter 370: Effects of the Divine Power Crystal (Part 3)

A speaker was a venerable old man, holding a twisted grey wooden staff, dressed in a grey wizard robe, the deep wrinkles on his forehead indicating his advanced age.

“Walkermas, are you going to stop me?”

“This human before us killed my commander, Merick, and he must pay the price!” Arriving in front of the Silver Dragon was a striking figure.

Following that, a crisp female voice came from afar, approaching rapidly.

This strange phenomenon was due to the individual’s speed, which had far surpassed the speed of sound, hence the appearance of seeing the figure before hearing their voice.

Rein’s eyes slightly narrowed, looking at this striking figure, inwardly astonished.

Because the figure no longer resembled a Wind Roc in any way; if one insisted on a resemblance to a bird, it would only be the dazzling feathered attire and the vibrant feathered headpiece.

This was vastly different from the Wind Queen Trist’s appearance that Rein had previously speculated.

He originally thought that the Wind Queen Trist was a larger Wind Roc than “Intestine Breaker” Merick.

As it turned out, she was an exceptionally beautiful human female.

Trist was well-proportioned, had fair skin, and her brilliant eyes were extremely deep. Coupled with her dazzling feathered attire, it gave her a unique aura.

Furthermore, though one would expect the Wind Queen to be quite old, time seemed to have left no trace upon her.

“Merick is dead?” Hearing Trist’s words, Walkermas, the Imperial Guardian named, couldn’t help but look at Rein with confusion.

He had naturally noticed Rein before, but never expected such a young man to be capable of killing the Mutated Wind Roc commander, Merick.

After all, Merick, nicknamed “Intestine Breaker,” was a presence at the Legendary Peak, with great speed. Even if Walkermas personally made a move, it would take some effort to kill him.

“Guardian Lord, Rein from the Dragan Empire Mingster Sword Bearers Branch, salutes you.” At this moment, Rein faced Walkermas, bowing respectfully.

“Oh? You are a Sword Bearer?” Walkermas’s white eyebrows raised, showing a trace of a smile.

As it turned out, Walkermas also originated from the Empire’s Sword Bearers, though he was the offspring of a great noble, joining the Imperial City Tamriel Sword Bearers Headquarters right away.

But this did not affect his favorable first impression of Rein.

Because even among the Empire’s top guardians, those originating from the Sword Bearers were not few. Moreover, sharing experience generally fostered positive relations, and there has traditionally been a sense of unity.

“Yes, my lord.” Rein also smiled, taking out from his pocket the Diamond Star Sword Bearer’s badge and the promotion order from the Imperial City Sword Bearers Headquarters, handing them to Walkermas.

Quickly scanning the document’s information, Walkermas looked at Rein with a gaze full of appreciation.

He hadn’t expected that the young man before him single-handedly dismantled the Sea God Sect’s stronghold in Wailing Wind Fjord.

No wonder he received commendation from Alfred and was promoted to Fine Gold Level Sword Bearer.

A Fine Gold Level Sword Bearer at such a young age?

Could it be that another Imperial Guardian will arise from the Sword Bearers? At this thought, Walkermas’s face nearly smiled into a chrysanthemum.

Seeing this scene, the Wind Queen’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.

She naturally knew the resume of this “old opponent,” even very aware of his subtle expressions, so she immediately realized his budding admiration for talent.

Because the young man before them turned out to be a Sword Bearer of the Dragan Empire, the same origin as the old fellow.

This left the Wind Queen Trist in a dilemma.

For if she acted, Walkermas would undoubtedly intervene.

Even if she could kill this young man, the thousand-year pact between the Wind Roc clan and the Empire would be shattered.

Was it worth sacrificing thousands of clan members to kill this young man?

This was a question she, as a leader, needed to ponder.

But retreating so easily would also strip her of her dignity as the Wind Queen.

Additionally, she couldn’t sense the Divine Power Crystal bestowed by the Nether Sea Goddess Hela on the young man.

Yet she had just confirmed at Merick’s body that the Divine Power Crystal was missing.

It was perplexing!

Although Trist wanted to confront the young man about the whereabouts of the Divine Power Crystal immediately, she knew she couldn’t ask this in the old fellow’s presence.

Once asked, it would likely backfire.

“Walkermas, then today I’ll give you this face.”

Hearing this, Anna felt slightly relieved. The presence of the Wind Queen before her was overwhelmingly strong, even the Blood Feather Horned Eagle was trembling in fear.

Walkermas also inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Trist, nicknamed “Lightning Walker,” was immensely fast, even he could barely match her speed. In an actual fight, he could at best entangle her, but couldn’t ensure the young man’s safety.

But in the next moment, Trist’s striking gold-blue eyes stared intensely at Rein.

“Spiritual Shock!”

Instantly, an invisible wave shot straight at Rein.

Suddenly, Rein grunted, his head felt as if pierced by needles, his whole body swayed.

Witnessing this, Walkermas realized what had happened, furiously exclaiming: “Trist, you’re playing with fire!”