"Ah~ the God Witch King is here~"
Of the three people who emerged from the teleportation array, the leader was naturally Filo, who had already reached the fifth tier and become a demigod. Of the two following her, one was a knight in black armor, wrapped up like a tin can. All Isaac could tell was that this was a human knight; the knight's precise identity remained unknown.
The knight's strength had reached the fifth tier!
Yet the aura seemed rather unstable. This was probably Terra's work—a shortcut to advancement.
But could even a Fifth-Tier Knight be produced through shortcuts?
Isaac studied the black tin can in surprise for a while, then turned to the other person, a trace of astonishment in his eyes. He knew this man—Grand Arcane Master Mensa Balos!
Once one of the pillars of the Terra Empire, he had single-handedly slain three High Knights and a High Wizard in a battle, saving the empire from disaster!
When he first appeared, both the power he displayed and his past accomplishments had left Isaac deeply awed.
Of course, looking back now, that had merely been youthful ignorance.
His supposed salvation of the empire had really been nothing more than a victory in a conventional war. Most imperial citizens had considered that war crucial and the situation dire, but in reality—
The Emperor had been in his prime then. Though the prophecy of fated death had already appeared, his own strength had suffered no damage whatsoever. Thus, to the empire, winning or losing a conventional war had hardly mattered.
That said, this did not diminish Mensa's standing in the Terra Empire. His achievements were genuine, after all, and his combat strength spoke for itself.
What surprised Isaac was that Mensa was now at the fourth tier. He belonged to