Chapter 733: Chapter 12 Dust Troupe

Fifteen minutes later, Knight Order headquarters, in front of the Captain’s office.

“Knight Sara…” “Woof?” “Please don’t play dumb.” “Woof woof!”

Dawn Knight was seriously discussing pet security issues with Knight Sara in the corridor, who then flopped onto the ground, pretending to bark like a real dog. This act successfully made Dawn Knight give up lecturing and reluctantly enter the Captain’s office.

Gongsun Ce peeked out of the door and saw Knight Sara trotting away with her tail wagging triumphantly, looking as self-important as a general returning from victory. This secretly strengthened his resolve that if one day Dawn Knight started lecturing him, he would follow suit and start barking like a dog.

Captain Macrow held his tea cup with a smile tinged with awkwardness, “As both of you have seen, the Knight Order is usually a… serious yet lively organization!”

“Indeed, we feel quite at home,” Mo Yuankai said.

Gongsun Ce sincerely added, “It feels just like home, all that’s missing is a zombie outbreak alarm.”

“Actually, there are times when it happens,” Captain Macrow was animated, “You know, Mage’s experiments often go wrong. Just the other day, they created a killer chair ensemble, the chairs sprouted teeth like those of a Venus flytrap, ready to snap the moment someone sat down. At that time, we announced on the radio to be mindful of your behinds…”

“Cough cough!”

Orianna coughed loudly, a reminder. At that moment, she took a heavy, unnaturally wrapped weapon from Dawn Knight and slung it over her shoulder, which made Gongsun Ce curious. Was Orianna meant to carry that thing the whole time? What kind of punishment game was this?

“Oh, sorry.” The old Captain quickly fell silent, “Please, follow me! I moved the armor here in advance, it’s in the room at the back… Honestly, I don’t have much hope, it’s pretty badly damaged. But there’s always a chance, right?”

The old Captain chattered as he led everyone out of the office to a storage room on the same floor. Mo Yuankai followed the old man in and was immediately captivated by the equipment in the center of the room.

He initially thought the kingdom’s so-called “armor” was a euphemism for some kind of large weapon, but what he saw was indeed a set of ancient knightly heavy armor, standing in the center of the room in a sword-wielding pose, majestic like a real knight.

The armor’s overall design was far outdated, but no one would think of it merely as a decorative piece or antique, because its intrinsic heaviness as a weapon was evident, and its graceful lines exuded a timeless sharpness. It was cast from an unknown metal, not as splendid as Mo Yuankai had imagined, but carried an ash-like subdued black; the helmet looked charred and distorted, arm and leg plates featured flame-patterned reliefs, and the chest plate bore a cross star made of countless tiny mysterious runes— the only shiny spot on this pitch-black armor.

“Just curious, Captain,” Gongsun Ce asked, “why is it called ‘Holy Fire’?”

“Because Holy Fire is hot.” The old Captain chuckled, “The Holy Fire Armor was originally golden, but after over a thousand years, it unknowingly burned to black.”

The old man spoke casually, but Gongsun Ce immediately felt a greater sense of respect upon hearing this. Because one had to personally experience it to know how scorching that flame was.

This armor, like the old man, had undoubtedly been through battles and likewise should continue to be worn by noble knights, fighting for justice. But now, the Holy Fire Armor only held ornamental value, as a fierce slash had bisected it diagonally, the strength of the attack even obliterated a large part of its back and cape.

Gongsun Ce instantly remembered the slash Dawn Knight had made last night in Shadow Mist City. He tried to match the memory of that slash with this mark and realized they were incredibly consistent. He glanced at Dawn Knight, Alandia, who showed no signs of disturbance.

“Let me see first…”

Mo Yuankai leaned in close, examining the battered armor. “A slash wound… a very fast attack, cut in two… What kind of effort would it take according to an Impermanence Mage’s standards?”

“Holy Fire Armor, as the foremost of the Starlight Seven Armors, inherently has strong conceptual defense,” the old Captain said, growing more awkward, “Only a Creator Realm Mage level power could hurt it.”

“Got it, multiple compound conceptual protection layers,” Mo Yuankai tapped on the armor’s surface, “Which is more significant, its symbolic meaning or its practical meaning?”

“Both are significant,” Orianna explained, “On the day of the royal duels each year, the Captain of the Knight Order wears the Holy Fire Armor and patrols the capital with the Starlight Knights, so every person in the kingdom recognizes its appearance… It is known by all as a symbol of Morton knights, even a corner of our country’s glorious history.”

“And its practical value outweighs its cultural symbol,” Captain Macrow took over, “Strategically, it enhances the stability of the Shadow Mist City Barrier; in regular combat, it significantly amplifies an Impermanence Mage’s combat capabilities, including increasing effort, expanding the range of abilities, defending against various malevolent traits… And in Creator Realm Mage combat, it still provides precious additional powers.”

Gongsun Ce didn’t understand a word the old Captain was saying, but from his expression alone, he knew this thing was incredibly powerful.

“Wow, it even comes with powers?” Mo Yuankai exclaimed, “The kind of attack used by Lorenzo?”