The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 892: Volume 28, Long Halberd Till the Courtyard, - 9, Black Flame

Chapter 892: Volume 28, Long Halberd Till the Courtyard, Chapter 9, Black Flame

Vladimir Koff watched the Homer Knight Order with a complex expression as they carried out their routine training.

The fierce horses under the knights appeared exceptionally calm, and as the powerful beats of the drums sounded, the horses executed elegant and precise dance steps under the skilled horsemanship of the knights. Like gentlemen in the wind or lotus in the rain, the knights meticulously carried out this almost performance-like training.

In Vladimir Koff’s view, such formation movements and transitions had no real meaning in actual combat, yet he knew this was one of the best ways to train the knights’ discipline and team spirit. Only by concentrating fully on this training could a knight truly integrate into the knight order and only then could the knight order exert its collective strength to defeat the enemy in real warfare.

The strength of a knight stemmed not only from his individual ability, for in war, individual strength was quite insignificant. Only the power of a group could change the outcome of a war. Lecler clearly understood this. There weren’t many knights in the Homer Knight Order who possessed strength like his own; many were merely trainee knights who had courage and a spirit of dedication. Their individual strength could only be considered barely satisfactory, barely stronger than ordinary infantry soldiers. However, through such team training and utilizing the impact force of the horses, such a knight order could display an unimaginable combat power in war.

An encounter with the Poznan Knights had already proven Lecler’s success. The collision between the two knight orders was regarded as classic. Although the Homer Knight Order intervened at a slightly dubious moment on the stern orders of Komer, the performance of the Homer Knights after rushing into the Battlefield was still considered perfect.

The role of the Homer Knight Order in this war was obvious. Had they not timely defeated the Poznan Knights and disrupted the formation of the Poznan infantry, the war would have cost much more for Homer’s side.

This was a young and vibrant team. Although Lecler did not wish to take on this somewhat challenging task, Komer nevertheless unhesitatingly entrusted him with the task of establishing a Homer-Poznan united knight order. The remaining Poznan Knights were incorporated into the Homer Knight Order, becoming part of the united knight order. Through Lecler’s challenging and selective methods, the combative spirit of the initially resistant Poznan knights was finally stimulated, marking the beginning of rebuilding a knight order.

Lecler had also noticed the Dark Knight who stood far outside the training grounds, watching. Although they now belonged to the same camp, self-esteem and some inexplicable emotions still made him decide to maintain a cold distance. This man had been silently observing the Knight Order’s training for several days, which intrigued Lecler, although he didn’t particularly plan to interfere with the other party.

The Dark Knight finally left, and Lecler hadn’t even noticed when he had left. He did not realize that his outstanding performance would eventually lead to the rise of a nightmarish group on the Continent in the future.

"What did you say? You’re leaving?" Solonberg asked, almost unable to close his mouth in surprise.

In fact, the relationship between him and Vladimir Koff was unusual—not that of life-and-death comrades nor close friends. They maintained a relationship as bland as water between gentlemen, but this blandness in personal matters did not affect their exploration in the Martial Dao, or even in discussing some perspectives on life.

"Yes, I have a new idea. I want to find some like-minded companions. I think if many companions could come together, this might exert a greater effect than individual strength alone," Vladimir Koff said faintly, his deep gaze filled with an indomitable spirit.

Solonberg nodded thoughtfully. "Although I don’t quite agree with your view, I respect your opinion. A knight’s strength should be demonstrated through individual strength, relying on a group? That should be the soldiers."

"No, individual strength is certainly important, but in a war, the power of a group is equally important," Vladimir Koff shook his head, "Lecler has already proven his success. Although I don’t quite like his method of forming knight orders using a large number of trainee knights, if a certain number of elite knights could be gathered into an attack group, I think whether in war or in daily skirmishes, the strength of the team could be displayed."

Solonberg sighed, realizing his companion had already made up his mind. He did not want to interfere with what his partner wanted to do. Life is about doing what one wishes to do, for only then could it be meaningful, without trying, how could one know success or failure?

"What are your plans?" Solonberg asked after a moment.

"There’s no room on the Northern Continent for me to put my ideas into practice; this place is bursting with the oppressive atmosphere of the Church of Light. I want to go south, starting from Flanders, where there is a rich dark soil. Maybe there, I can find enough companions." Vladimir Koff’s gaze drifted southward—there lay his true destination.

"Why do you believe that only the south can provide what you’re looking for? Seeking something afar while neglecting what’s near is not a good habit," Solonberg shook his head, "As far as I know, in Homer, even in Nicosia, such presences exist.

"Oh?" Vladimir Koff raised his eyebrows in surprise, "I seem to have never heard such news before.

"Heh, it’s not surprising. In the North, these people always like to hide their identities, but they still enjoy coming out," Solonberg smiled slightly, "They are called the Fallen Knights, and it seems even Lord Komer has once been ’graced’ by their presence."

"Fallen Knights?" Vladimir Koff nodded in sudden realization, "Very well, maybe I can find the first group of like-minded people here."

"Yes, I believe you will get what you wish for. By the way, does your knight order have a name?" Solonberg asked.

"How about ’Black Flame Knights’? The word ’dark’ is too sensitive. I think the insignia of the knight order will be a black flame," Vladimir Koff’s gaze flashed with a determined black flame.

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