Chapter 1111
Chapter 1111
The abyss is approaching, and the humans of this world must make a choice.
The third faction, apart from Sia and Leviathan, is about to be born here.
He, Morris, the apostle of the abyss, the follower of the Evil God Ada, is about to take on the task of spreading the power of the abyss.
Only in this way can he afford the price and obtain his desired Black King, becoming the strongest Black Knight in this world.
"Do you... desire power?" Morris raised his glass, his eyes no longer showing any sign of drunkenness.
In the whisper of the abyss, he fell.
Perhaps, all of this was destined from the moment he heard the murmur of the abyss during his battle with Saramanda.
"I want it."
"Morriis, what have you discovered?"
"You suddenly advanced to hero-ranked. Do you have any special methods?"
It's impossible for the young knights gathered here not to be curious about Morris' sudden advancement.
Everyone here, who can gather in this club, are elite knights of the empire's young and promising generation, with similar qualifications.
Among them, several people's skill in piloting the fierce tiger-type magic armor even surpasses Morris. When they spar with each other, Morris' ranking in this club is only around the top five.
Who would have thought that following the envoy team to that so-called Holy Silver Dragon Knight Order selection, Morris would suddenly make a stunning breakthrough, crossing the chasm between ordinary and hero-ranked in one go.
In the modern era of weakened magic tide, the difficulty of advancing to hero-ranked is truly a despair-inducing probability, especially compared to the magic-infused divine era.
The path of the mage is completely cut off, and although the path of the knight still exists, it requires various resources and the quantity of body-strengthening drugs is skyrocketing, even ten times is considered insufficient.
Without a large amount of magical factors in the air, many of the medicinal herbs and plants that were common in the divine era have become extinct. This makes the advancement of the knight's path even more difficult.
Even the wealthy and powerful Leviathan royal family cannot afford the same amount of resources as the divine era. They only allocate these rare resources to a few young individuals with the best chance of becoming hero-ranked.
Being of humble noble birth and common knights, it is nearly impossible for them to obtain the necessary medicinal herbs even if they show exceptional talent.
Advancing to hero-ranked is almost an impossible task without the assistance of those medicinal herbs. Everyone is curious about how Morris managed to achieve this without any resources.
His talent is obviously not at the same level as Princess Roland, who is considered a once-in-a-century candidate for advancing to hero-ranked.
The empire's first princess knight is recognized as the surefire candidate to advance to hero-ranked. No one could have anticipated that Morris would be the first to achieve it.
"Yes, I do," said Morris, looking at his companions.
The members of this "Future Knights" club are all elite knights who are striving to become future titled machine knights, just like him.
When they formed this club, they were full of hope for the future. They are the drivers of the latest generation of magic armor and represent the seeds of the empire's future.
They once firmly believed that they were the future of the empire, the strongest knight regiment to ride into continental wars.
Ah, how innocent you are. You have never seen true power, nor faced the indescribable things in the abyss.
You know nothing about power.
"But to obtain this kind of power, you must pay a price," Morris said as he put down his own glass, looking provocatively at his former comrades.
"Do you have the determination to risk your lives for the power of advancement?"
"Even if it means death, we must move forward, continuously."
"Beneath your feet lies an endless abyss!"
For a moment, the entire club room fell silent.
The young knights, like Morris, aspired to stand out, to gain wealth, power, or simply to pursue a path towards greater strength. They looked at Morris with fiery eyes.
Morris was familiar with that kind of gaze. How many times had he looked at it in the mirror while washing his face, seeing that crazy and persistent gaze?
In order to gain power, for their own goals, with an intense gaze at any cost.
What they lack is only a path, a clear method to obtain power.
Being too young, they don't know that equal exchange is always the truth of the world.
If you want to get something, you must necessarily give something.
They cannot obtain various medicinal resources monopolized by the royal family, and cannot create medicinal baths like the knights of the divine era using precious herbs.
Even if they dare to challenge the limits between life and death, in this period of magic tide decline, the possibility of advancing to hero rank is almost zero.
They are not afraid of death, but afraid that even gambling their lives won't give them a chance.
"Is what you're saying true, Morris?" someone quickly asked, panting heavily.
"Could it be, Morris, that you have discovered ancient heritage?" someone thought they had found the truth, as only the heritage of the divine era can significantly increase the chances of advancing to hero rank.
"Morris, can we really do it?" More people chose to believe, because Morris was right in front of them, the best example.
"Believe."
"Believe me, Morris."
"I will bring you a brand new path of advancement."
Morris didn't lie, this was opened by his own hands, a road to endless abyss.
He made the choice in order to obtain the Black Overlord.
The abyss gave him power and offered enough temptation. He looked at these young knights whose eyes were shining, just like he saw himself not long ago.
He knew they wouldn't refuse. The temptation was too great, too irresistible for them, who had severed the hero-ranked path.
"I will be your guide, showing you a whole new world."
"We will change this era and become the founders of a new era."
"All you need to do is believe in me wholeheartedly, believe in the path I have created."
"I promise you will gain the power you desire and become true heroes."
Morris, with his passionate speech and the fact that he advanced to the hero-ranked stage without a large amount of rare resources, successfully conquered these young knights, who came from small noble families or even commoners.
Soon, someone raised their hand to indicate their willingness to acknowledge Morris as their leader.
In the Leviathan Empire, where the rule of obeying the strong is paramount, it was only natural for hero-ranked Morris to become the leader of everyone here.
"So, let's say it together!" Morris took a deep breath and uttered that magical name:
"Ada"
"Ada"
"Ada"