Long Haochen turned to look at his companions. The look in his eyes was no longer calm; instead, they held an abundance of emotions. Among them all, his gaze lingered longest on Cai'er.
"You should all fall back as well."
"Wait." Tian Qing suddenly shouted and strode up to Long Haochen. His right foot struck the ground with a resounding clang, and he placed his right fist over his chest in a standard knight's salute. "Respected Knight Long Haochen, I request that we temporarily exchange armor."
Long Haochen was slightly stunned. "Big Brother Tian Qing..." Whether it was Mithril Base Battle Armor, Mithril Base Armor, or a Divine Throne, knights regarded them as the highest honor. In their hearts, they were even more important than their own lives.
"Please grant my request," Tian Qing said resolutely.
"Thank you." Long Haochen did not refuse again. He likewise placed his right fist across his chest and returned Tian Qing's salute.
A faint golden glow lit up around Tian Qing. The perfectly fitted Mithril Base Battle Armor emitted crisp, pleasant clanging sounds. Then, the helmet was the first to change. It flipped backward, and all the armor plates rapidly curled downward, transforming into a base in an instant and revealing Tian Qing himself.
At this moment, the corners of Tian Qing's mouth were covered in blood, and his face was somewhat pale. Yet his eyes were filled with determination and lifelessness.
Stepping down from the Mithril Base Battle Armor, Tian Qing said nothing more. He simply retreated to the side and watched Long Haochen with blazing eyes.
Long Haochen removed his Glory Armor, his fists unconsciously clenching. Mithril Base Battle Armor—the powerful legend that symbolized the glory of human knights. At last, he was about to wear it for the first time. Even