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"He will not stand for this," Owryumon stated, trembling as he opposed the white armored knight. The Dragon-Digimon ruffled its scaly feathers, pulling his lips back into a snarl and extended the blades of his wings to appear larger and more threatening despite the futility of such actions. "He is greater than you give him credit for-there is a reason he is our Lord."
The immobile white knight crossed his arms over his chest, and gazed down on the trembling Mega-level Digimon, wondering how a pitiful example of a Digimon was allowed to join the ranks of the Royal Knights. He did not say anything but rather, he allowed his silence to speak for him.
Owryumon wailed.
"I urge you to reconsider."
The knight lowered his arms and with contempt in his voice answered: "What I do is best for the Digital World. What he wants has no place in modern times – he sees the past as magnificent and the future as a threat and so holds the whole of the world back. When I look into the past all I see is darkness. When I look into the future I see opportunity and freedom. I do not want stagnation – I want order and reform, advancement and progression."
"It is his will!"
The Knight narrowed his eyes at Owryumon who flinched at the sight. "Correction: It was his will."
With regret in every action Owryumon assumed a battle stance, and snarled at the indomitable Digimon. He didn't want to fight against another Royal Knight, especially this Knight. As powerful as he was, the only Digimon that didn't need a Digital-Core to survive, his power paled in comparison to the behemoth he opposed. He'd heard rumors that when a Digimon threatened the Sphere Code of the Digital World by multiplying itself a million times, this Knight went out by himself to challenge all of them.
He deleted them all without a scratch.
At least, that was what the rumors said.
Yet even rumors had a basis in fact and even if there hadn't been a million Virus-type Digimon, even if there had only been a dozen or just one, there were hundreds of rumors that spoke of greater feats and heroics. Thousands of Digimon revered this knight as a hero and a God, a monument that every Digimon had to look up to and want to become. That was the Digimon he faced now whose ideals he dared reject out of loyalty.
"Do not challenge me Owryumon."
"I must," he said bravely.
The knight closed his eyes for a brief moment and Owryumon wondered, naively, if the knight had changed his mind. What a naïve thought, he realized when the legendary warrior opened his eyes and raised his right arm, the arm in shape of a wolfs head.
"So be it."
"Golden Armor," Owryumon shrieked, throwing himself back as a torrent of energy burst from the confines of his mouth and rushed towards the Royal Knight. The Knight stood there and simply narrowed his eyes. 'Forgive me,' Owryumon thought as the Knight was enveloped in the beam before vanishing in an expanding ball of explosive energy that swallowed the mountain the two had been on before. 'I did what I had to do.'
He felt sick.
"What happened here?"
Owryumon turned and saw Phoenixmon slow down behind him, hovering over the slowly compressing ball of energy. Phoenixmon was easily three times larger than he was and was the Lord of all Bird-Digimon. She was a candidate, Owryumon knew, to join the ranks of the Royal Knights but she had to contend with dozens of other candidates who were just as strong as her. "I was attacked," he answered with as much calm as he could.
"By whom," she inquired.
"By a renegade Digimon, a BlackMetalGreymon," he lied.
Phoenixmon peered over him at the glowing ball of energy and narrowed her eyes at him. "A corrupted MetalGreymon would not need so much energy to be deleted," she said slowly.
"You don't believe me."
"Of course I don't."
"Why?"
"I've used less energy to remove corruption from Digimon," she stated. "This is; how would you say it? The amount of energy you used for that is 'Overkill' for a corrupted MetalGreymon."
He snarled. He was in no mood to talk or play games. He had committed a crime, killed one of his own. He felt sick at the thought of doing what had to be done, sick at the murder he had committed. Deleting another Digimon was never an easy thing to do even when necessary. Even against corrupted Digimon, it was never a simple task of deleting them. The Knights of the Round would want to hear about this and investigate. They would need to replace the Lost Knight, a tiresome and miserable process.
He was about to retort when her eyes widened. He felt an illusionary shiver go down his reinforced spine, knowing that something bad was going to happen. He didn't want to turn but he forced himself to.
Rising from the raging fires below the figure unfurled its cape and revealed himself to the two, its armor untouched by the energy thrown at him. His armor glistened and radiated with such majesty and power that Owryumon shivered in both fright and ecstasy. He glared at him with a strange mix of pity and acceptance, and then stared at the shocked Phoenixmon with regret. Then they changed into cold disgust and he raised his wolf-arm.
"My turn," the white knight bellowed: "Supreme Cannon!"