Palansi also recalled the early days of the Empire’s establishment when the Artisan Association was united. After a night of drinking, a scholar at the time confided in him, envying his title of Round Table Knight and complained that the God of Trickery seemed to have abandoned all His followers. After advancing to the fourth tier, he felt as if he had hit an invisible wall and couldn’t progress further.
For a long time, after becoming a Divine Attendant, Palansi believed that this was caused by the fallen status of the proper position gods. After all, each proper position god had a different way to advance.
But looking at it now, that was not the case!
"You blocked their advancement space!"
On careful thought, Palansi had never heard of Kadela guiding any followers of the God of Trickery, never truly fulfilling the role of ’guide’ that a Divine Attendant should play!
Palansi had guided many knights.
When the Empire fell into the dragon disaster, he led Henry VI to the Knight Lord’s remains, where he obtained the holy sword in the altar, for this was the blessing left by the Knight Lord to his followers.
"Palansi, every path is different."
Kadela said calmly, "To us, every ascendant is an enemy."
Palansi couldn’t believe his ears — just a short while ago, Kadela was earnestly talking about the duties of a Divine Attendant, worried about the Empire falling into stagnation, yet this shameless deceiver had cut off all magicians’ paths of advancement.
He even had no way of knowing from which era Kadela had begun doing this.
Palansi was now fully awake.
He could not let this shameless deceiver continue any longer!
He was furious beyond measure, his figure transformed into a beam of silvery-white light.
The Knight Lord’s blessing at this moment shone into the domain sealed with threads, making him like an unsheathed sharp sword slashing at the villain in front of him.
Palansi knew he might not truly be able to kill Kadela, but after repelling him, there were still many things to do.
He had to personally go to the Mage’s Tower and tell Ethan about his discovery.
He also had to find a way to notify other Divine Attendants to expose Kadela’s true face.
There were many things to do; he had to act immediately.
"I do appreciate you, Palansi."
The noble suspended by threads quietly waited for the seemingly earth-shattering silvery-white blade, its fierce aura making him vaguely see the shadow of the Knight Lord at this moment.
Kadela’s eyes showed a trace of pity, "But you are far too easily deceived."
The art of immortality was taught by him.
The concepts of divine incarnation and vessels were also completed by him behind the scenes, manipulating the Life Church and several generations of the Margaret Clan heirs.
Even his understanding of proper position gods and middle-level gods was a mere fraction of what these Divine Attendants knew.
There was one reason, the reason he had to block all paths of advancement — only what he obtained was 100%, without any loss.
He is the God of Trickery Kadela, the deceased divine spirit reborn in him.
"Think about it, how could you use what I taught you to deal with me?"
As the domain shattered, all brilliance left Palansi’s body, and he fell straight to the ground like a puppet that lost its life force.
This was not a battle, as the God of Trickery, he never needed to face any fair fight.
Round Table Knight Palansi had already died long ago.
This was merely a well-crafted vessel tailored for him.
As long as the connection between Palansi and the vessel was severed, no matter how adept this noble knight was in battle, it was of no use.
Kadela saw the dissipating soul.
The noble suspended by threads merely lifted a hand and grasped the wisp of the soul in his palm.
Then, he simply clenched his hand, extinguishing the last silvery glow.
This was the last scene Palansi saw.
What followed was a long darkness.
However, for a veteran who had weathered countless wars, he was never afraid of death’s arrival; everyone falls one day in war, the difference lies in what can be left at the last moment.
So, he shattered the domain, using a "telephone" to convey a final message across the shore.
Kadela. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ noⅴelfire.net
Although unable to send more messages, he believed that with Ethan’s abilities, those three words would be enough to bring him closer to the truth.
Palansi calmly walked into the darkness, feeling fortunate enough to have lived several hundred years longer than others.
Next, it was to witness firsthand where death would lead him.
Even though Palansi was well-prepared, when the black curtain peeled away, revealing the scene beyond, he was still awestruck by what he saw.
He seemed to stand among the stars, the scene he saw when gazing at the night sky.
And now, he was among them.
He also saw a familiar figure.
Waist-length white hair and red eyes.
No, the aura was entirely different.
"It seems the Knight Lord can no longer shelter you."
The being resembling Lindong was scrutinizing him, "I am very pleased with your performance, so I have decided to give you an opportunity."
Palansi seemed to realize something, though it was all incredibly surreal.
"You have already died, your soul shattered... Reconstructing the soul has always been a troublesome matter."
Palansi held his breath.
He had once heard the echoes of the Knight Lord in the Neseriel Sanctuary, but it was far from what he was now hearing.
It seemed to be a more distant, and profound echo.
Belonging to... the echoes of the Old Gods.
Lindong said to him, "From today on, become my follower."