Chapter 115 Angele

"I heard that you are the only exception in the empire?" asked the masked man.

Angele's hand quietly touched the sword, nodded cautiously, and said, "Not bad."

Since the other party had heard of his name and came to him, it seemed that he was confident enough.

“An exception... exception... exception... exception...” the masked man murmured in a low voice, seeming to care a lot about the word 'exceptional'.

"Are you from Black Heaven?" Angele asked tentatively.

Not many humans can ignore the numerous checkpoints and heavy troops in the palace and sneak into the palace without alerting anyone. Angele tried this because he remembered that Nylis was attacked a few days ago. If it was Black Heaven, that organization might be able to do this.

However, none of the apostles of Black Heaven were heard to be wearing silver masks.

Could it be that even the Sixth Angel has appeared? Angele felt a little heavy-hearted.

"Black Heaven? What is that?"

To Angele's surprise, the masked man acted very surprised, and he didn't look like he was lying.

"Not from Black Heaven?" Angele was surprised. If that was the case, the origins of the masked man would be even more confusing.

"You don't need to test me anymore. My background is not as complicated as you think. I came here for two reasons." The masked man raised his lips, "The first is to see the power of the Breaker."

"I want to see how far humans can go beyond their limits."

Swish!
Angele drew his sword, his expression serious. It turned out that he had come with ill intentions.

Just as Angele was on guard, a silver glove appeared on the masked man's empty hand.

Then, the masked man raised a finger and said, "Come and try to defeat me if you don't want Clarence VI to get hurt."

The sharp sword light flashed like a phantom, and the strong wind pressure blew away the few pieces of furniture in the room. Angele's slash almost reached the realm of extreme speed. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be stabbed in the heart by the sword light before he could react.

Facing Angele's slash, the masked man seemed to be frightened. He did not make any defensive or evasive movements and just stared blankly at the sword coming towards him.

"Was this guy bluffing just now?" Angele was a little confused. From the masked man's initial performance, he thought he was at least at the same level as him, but now it seems that the masked man is just bluffing.

Although thinking so, Angele had no intention of showing mercy. He was the sharp sword of the empire, and he would not let go of anyone who threatened His Majesty the Emperor.

"I succeeded." Angele felt relieved. The tip of the sword was about to pierce the masked man's body. The white robe the masked man wore did not look like a prop with defensive properties, so there was only one outcome for the masked man. Angele was confident.

but--

A scene that made Angele dumbfounded appeared. The masked man's thumb and index finger were slightly together, accurately clamping his sword at a subtle angle.

How is this possible? Even if they were also exception-breakers, they would have to be very alert to deal with Angele's sword. How could they have grasped the tip of his sword so easily?
The masked man loosened his grip and allowed Angele to withdraw.

This is a monster. Angele finally realized what kind of existence he was facing. It was a complete monster.

Perhaps only such monsters are qualified to be called exceptions.

His palms were full of sweat. For the first time, Angele felt that he couldn't lift the sword. How ridiculous was this? The only exception in the Kendenia Empire, the 'Imperial Sword', couldn't lift the sword. If this got out, countless people would probably laugh and call him a "lunatic".

Although it was very sad, Angele really felt this way from the bottom of his heart.

"What's wrong? Keep going. The power of the Breaker is more than just this." The masked man urged.

"Or..." The masked man's tone turned cold, "It doesn't matter if Clarence VI dies?"

Angele's body shook.

His Majesty the Emperor has been very kind to Angele, and he is even like his adoptive parent. It can be said that without His Majesty the Emperor, there would be no 'Imperial Sword' today. His ability to practice safely to his current level is also the result of the secret support of His Majesty the Emperor. Without the help of His Majesty the Emperor, Angele would have been assassinated by the killers hired by those great nobles when he just started to emerge.

Now that Angele is capable, he must protect the Emperor. This is not only the duty of the 'Imperial Sword', but also Angele's only obsession.

Taking a deep breath and trying to calm himself down, Angele quickly thought of a solution.

If the other party wanted to assassinate the Emperor, with the power the masked man just showed, Angele would be powerless to stop him even if he risked his life. So why did the other party go to the trouble of threatening him with the Emperor?

There is only one answer, the masked man is really coming for Angele.

Thinking of this, Angele felt relieved. At least the Emperor should be fine for the time being.

However, he still couldn't be careless. If his guess was wrong and the other party went berserk in the palace, it would still be a threat to His Majesty the Emperor. He had to eliminate this hidden danger.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Angele's face. It was impossible for him to laugh naturally at this time. He used his fighting spirit to control the muscles of his face, forcing the corners of his mouth to bend upwards, so his smile looked very stiff.

"The power of the breaker is naturally far more than this. Let's go to another place, otherwise I may have no place to stay tonight."

"Oh?" The masked man was stunned for a moment, then he looked around Angele's residence and said in an admiring tone: "I'm afraid there is no more simple room in the palace."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"This is not a compliment, it's the fact. I'm sorry, I didn't consider it carefully and chose the wrong place." After saying that, the masked man waved his sleeves, and the time and space in the room seemed to stop for a moment.

Angele clearly felt the changes in the timeline.

The tables and chairs that had been blown away automatically returned to their original places as if they were controlled by something. All traces of the battle just now disappeared, and the state of the furniture in the house returned to the state before the battle.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Angele's throat was dry. He thought he knew a little about magic and had practiced with many magicians in the palace, but the magic used by the masked man was beyond his comprehension.

Can magic turn back time?

This shouldn't be called magic, it should be called a 'miracle'.

Controlling time is probably a miracle that only God can accomplish.

The masked man looked around the room, which had been restored to its original state, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Next, let's go to a place where we can fight to our heart's content."

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