"Ah, I see!" Chen Fan nodded. He now understood what Nadjeshda meant by Imperial Arms. They operated on the same principle as magical weapons; in this world, possessing a powerful and special magical tool was, in some respects, an overwhelming advantage.
Nadjeshda continued, "A thousand years ago, the First Generation Emperor of the Empire created a total of forty-eight Imperial Arms. Craftsmen today simply cannot reproduce them, which makes them extremely precious. Of course, that is also why Night Raid is an elite among elites."
Everyone in Night Raid possessed their own Imperial Arm, and naturally, their strength varied accordingly.
"If there's a chance, I'll get you an Imperial Arm too, Chen Fan!" Leone said beside him.
Chen Fan merely smiled and shook his head. "No need. I don't need an Imperial Arm. That sort of thing wouldn't improve me much anyway. I was only mildly interested just now. It would be better to save it for someone else."
Nadjeshda did not know what to say after hearing that. It was the first time she had heard of someone being uninterested in Imperial Arms. But she had seen Chen Fan fight. His attacks had been as fierce as a raging storm; even without an Imperial Arm, those who wielded one might not necessarily be his match. He was like a human-shaped Imperial Arm himself.
"That's quite a confident answer. Still, some Imperial Arms possess abilities that are simply too powerful to overlook—especially that one." Nadjeshda recalled the might of Esdeath's Imperial Arm, and even now, it still filled her with lingering fear.
The day soon passed, and night fell. Chen Fan and Mine appeared atop a small hill cliff. Before them stood the gate of an enormous mansion, with flights of stairs rising one after another. It looked exceedingly