The legends of the Monarch Knights are extremely vague, but one thing is clear—
They all possess power far beyond that of regular Bloodline Knights, even able to rival an Official Wizard.
Ron slowly rose and walked toward the special safe deep in the laboratory, sealed by a triple rune lock.
His fingers lightly touched the lock core, inputting Spiritual Power at a specific frequency. Accompanied by a low humming sound, the heavy alloy door slid open silently.
Inside, neatly arranged were the manuscript of the "Crown Breathing Technique" obtained from Andre, and the remnants of the "Ancestral Puppet," now exhausted.
Although most of the Sun Essence had been absorbed and transformed by him, these fragments still contained faint historical imprints, like ancient insects frozen in amber.
"The development of the Red Blood Flying Dragon Bloodline has reached its limit..."
Ron examined the golden fragments in his hand, a hint of unwillingness flashing in his eyes.
