The Mercenary King had 2 Imperial Grade Armaments and 3 Regal Grades.
The necklace wrapped around his neck was one of the former. It had glowing orb glittering like stars at its drooping end, and the power that shimmered within it caused his entire body to have a bright glow.
A broadsword suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It resonated with a ring on his finger, which was the second Imperial Grade Armament that summoned it.
As for his Regal Grade Armaments, they included the skull mask he wore, the hooded cloak that flowed down his back, and the heavy pieces of armor that decorated his chest, a shoulder, both feet, and his entire left arm.
His suit was not an Arcane Instrument, but now that his body was shrouded in the light from his necklace, it was as durable as one.
No—his entire body was as durable as an Armament.
"Resistance is futile…" Gerald heavily exhaled, his metallic boots causing the ground beneath him to rumble.
