If the Treasure Bead were to be refined into a Demonized Item, it might be possible to uncover its potential.
Shaking his head, Carl focused on his status panel, pondering whether to increase his Constitution or his spiritual power.
With his current strength, if he were to focus entirely on increasing his Constitution, there was hope for him to break through to the rank of Great Knight within a year.
And by increasing spiritual power, he could also master another powerful witchcraft to face more complex situations.
"I won’t add anything for now."
Waving his hand to dismiss the panel, Carl stepped out of the Divine Domain Fragment.
The heavy city gate made a grating sound. With the turn of the winch, it slowly opened to both sides.
Dressed in a white robe, Frank knelt on one knee, placed his right hand over his heart, and bowed his head towards the approaching figure, saying, "Sigerno City, we greet General Tucker of the Thunder Spear!"
The sound of hooves was slow and orderly.
The horse and the Knight were both shrouded in the same black armor, resembling a moving mountain. Step by step, they approached the city gate and stopped in front of Frank.
It was said that the Knight’s warhorse carried dragon Bloodline, possessing natural Dragon Might. Any lesser creature before it would be suppressed by its Bloodline and rendered incapable of moving.
But compared to the warhorse, the Knight on its back was even more terrifying.
The pressure was almost tangible. It made Frank, himself a Knight, bow his head deeply. A cold sweat broke out on his brow involuntarily as his consciousness began to blur.
If the two were to clash...
In the presence of the other, Frank simply couldn’t muster any will to fight.
The voice of Tucker of the Thunder Spear echoed in his ear. Each word carried a palpable, real force, striking at the heart and making it hard to breathe.
"Barro hasn’t left yet, has he?"
"No," Frank quickly replied. "No one knows about the replacement of the city gate guards; their attention is all on the south and north city gates."
"Your arrival is like a miracle; no one would have thought of it!"
"Hm..." Tucker chuckled. "Losing such an excellent son as Barro, even a Duke with enough descendants will feel heartache."
"Yes," Frank answered and slowly pushed himself to his feet.
As he raised his head, his gaze moved upward, and nearly a thousand armored soldiers wielding weapons came into view.
These thousand soldiers stood outside the city gate, a dark mass from which not a single sound emanated.
As far as the eye could see, there was utter silence, except for their cold, murderous gazes.
The Black Armored Army!
The troops that had rapidly gained renown in Kolon over the past two years were a killing machine assembled from commoners and even slaves.
Frank’s face turned pale, and his heart raced.
He had never seen an army . So many people stood motionless, not speaking a word. Their discipline was suffocating, their gazes terrifyingly cold.
With a gesture from Tucker, the silent Black Armored Army sprung to life as if awakened, orderly flooding towards the city gate.
From a distance, it was like a silent beast slowly entering the city.
The north city gate roared with the sounds of battle, and the south city gate was alight with flames, yet the real danger had always been silent.
When it opened its massive jaws and bared its fangs, it would be unstoppable!
At some point, Frank’s frantic heart suddenly calmed; he had confirmed the ultimate fate of Sigerno City.
A Gale suddenly rose ahead.
Riding forward, Tucker lightly pulled the reins, raised his Spear with one hand, and focused on a figure ahead.
"A Great Knight of the Master of Dawn?"