Though the Holy Emperor Sword was powerful, Konstantin's level set a limit to its might, and the outcome of their exchange of blows was predestined—Konstantin defeated, the Naga Queen injured, or perhaps neither would be harmed.
Ultimately, it was Konstantin's weak level that failed to harness the true strength of the Imperial Sword.
Had the Human Race lost?
No!
Just as everyone was succumbing to despair, a figure rushed to Konstantin's side and took up the Imperial Sword.
As the sword vibrated, a golden barrier expanded outwards. Waves of Magic Power crashed against it, erupting in deafening roars, yet they could not break through.
Who was he? Aside from Konstantin, who else could wield this national treasure?
Lando finally breathed a sigh of relief—deep down, a firm belief took root in his heart.
Ze Xiu turned to Lando and asked, "Do you know who he is?"
"I don't, but I believe everyone will soon find out."
"Mhm." Ze Xiu nodded and said no more.
