Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam

After several centuries, most people of the Empire have forgotten about him.

Or rather, they wouldn't expect a Knight who died in history centuries ago to return to his homeland.

But this time, he does not plan to save this decaying Empire.

The man's expression grew even darker—his only purpose on this journey is to meet the Lindong Witch who once caused internal chaos within the Empire. Considering Turzan's downfall, he is well-prepared.

The most suitable guise, the most powerful armor, and the Holy Sword that belongs solely to him.

For this upcoming meeting, he must return to his peak.

Palansi, a member of the Round Table Knights, his statue still stands in the Holy Hall's Heroic Spirit Hall.

"Almost there."

Following Palansi's reminder, the wyvern let out a loud neigh.

Even with all the preparations, Palansi still felt unprecedented pressure.

Along the way, he heard many unexpected rumors, learning that the Empire's situation is more complicated than he imagined; there appeared an existence beyond divination and prophecy in the Empire.

It seems to be an Elemental Shaper, whose fire magic resembles a sun.

Rumor has it that this person quelled the capital's turmoil, and even Turzan's downfall is likely related to him.

To prepare for the impending Day of Destruction, "a grand plan" has been widely circulated in the Empire's cities.

No new church was established, even the once-worshipped Transcendent institution underwent reformation and reorganization. The new rulers no longer impose their will upon people's minds, yet people are united more than ever.

This made Palansi feel very uneasy, foreshadowing that this trip to the Empire would be full of uncertainties.

The thunderous noise in the night sky caught Palansi's attention. He sensed something getting closer and closer to him, while his mount became excited, frequently exhaling burning breath.

He placed a hand on the Holy Sword at his waist, ready to meet the "visitor."

The "visitor" was incredibly fast, faster than any dragon species known to Palansi, but surprisingly, what the "visitor" maneuvered didn't look like a creature but some metal and mechanical creation, though on closer inspection, it didn't seem like a product of the Golden Era.

When Palansi saw the "visitor" clearly, an involuntary smile appeared on his face.

The Lindong Witch.

White long hair, red pupils, a visage instantly recognizable.

The Witch sensed his presence and came for it.

Palansi imagined countless scenarios of meeting the Lindong Witch, yet everything unfolding now overturned all his imaginations.

The wyvern roared, turned around, intercepting the path of the speeding figure.

It was ready to breathe fire.

This scene excited Palansi's long-suppressed emotions.

This was the perfect meeting place.

He was born in the Empire during the most chaotic war era, and the scourge left by the last era was devouring this continent, yet he still maintained the integrity of an old-fashioned Knight.

In Palansi's view, the strong never belonged to parties and banquets, the best way for Saints to greet each other is through the most direct collision.

It seems that the Lindong Witch, although a young Saint, has the integrity of an old Saint.

"Good to see you!"

Crimson flames lit up the night sky.

Palansi was glad for the meeting location with the Witch, lying outside the capital, with desolate forests below so that even when Saints greeted each other with ground and sky-ripping force, it wouldn't involve innocent Empire residents.

Monsters dwelling between the mountains sensed the coming collision, all frozen in place, standing up and looking up at the night sky, witnessing the frozen flame forming a bridge across the night sky, and saw the man on the wyvern's back draw his Holy Sword.

Silvery and icy light spilled on the land.

The figure drawing the sword turned into another moon.

"My name is Palansi, ready to learn."

The silver-white moon unapologetically headed toward the mechanical creation approaching along the ice bridge.

In the nighttime, blue and red eyes intertwined.

However, Palansi did not hear Lindong's self-introduction, instead vaguely heard another voice.

A clear, youthful voice.

Ubiquitous in the night sky, the girl was ecstatically thrilled, and as her emotions surged, the clouds in the night sky tore open a crack.

This time, Palansi heard it more clearly.

"I'll create your death!"

The girl screamed excitedly.

He saw the brief clash with the mechanical creation, saw the Holy Shield protected by the Holy Seal crack and break.

Palansi's vision blurred, as the scene before him spun dizzyingly.

He saw the wyvern plummeting towards the ground, the forest and monsters getting closer.

... Huh?

Did he lose?

Everything happened too suddenly.

Subsequently, his consciousness was swallowed by endless darkness.

......

Palansi didn't know how long he stayed in the darkness until some anxious voices pierced through it, reaching his ears.

"Knight Palansi, a member of the Round Table Knights knighted by the Holy Hall, recognized as one of the mightiest Knights within the Holy Hall. I used to practice swordsmanship often before his statue! ... But hadn't he been dead for several hundred years?"