I Made Scientific Magic

  Chapter 291 Uncontrolled power will bring disaster to this kingdom sooner or later!

   "Of course you will be very happy. If I came to the appointment alone, I would have become the ghost of the guards!" Hatar replied with a sneer.

   "I didn't expect you to look at me like this, Hattar..." the king said with a sigh.

"But that's what you do, isn't it? My father?" Hatar's expression suddenly turned cold, he stared at the very old Bazel sitting on the throne in front of him, and his tone was a little louder. asked loudly.

   "Why Harold? That trash who is useless except to please the church, what point am I inferior to him?"

   "Answer me, father!" Hatar growled, gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, and roared angrily.

  Bazel stared at Hatar in silence, but Hatar continued to question him persistently.

   "Reducing the authority of the church and putting all the rights in your hands, isn't this what you have been doing? Or are you afraid? Afraid of the power of the church, like Harold, willing to be a puppet king?"

   "If you don't understand this, it means you are not qualified, Hatar, and far from being able to take on the important task of king." Bazel looked at his second son in great disappointment.

   "Really?" Hatar's face was contorted, but he quickly regained his composure and laughed loudly. "But now it turns out that I was right. Harold lost and Anrioke died. From tomorrow onwards, I will be the new king of [Hadrata]!"

"And I... have surpassed you, father! I will expel all those priests from the kingdom, bring every piece of territory into the rule of the king and nobles, and become a veritable [Hadrata] king!" Hatar said incomparably. Said excitedly.

   "If that's the case, then come." Bazel stood up from the throne with great effort, drew out his shuriken, and pointed at Hatar. "More than a hundred years ago, your grandfather was here. He beheaded the previous king and seized the throne of [Hadrata]... Let me see your majesty as a king!"

   Hattal, who was pointed at by the sword, paused for a moment. He didn't expect Bazel, who was over eighty years old, to plan to fight him to decide the ownership of the throne, and he was at a loss for a while.

  Although he did come to seize the throne, he didn't mean to kill the king. He just wanted Bazel to understand that he was the best candidate to become king.

   "Of course, you can also choose to let other people come and kill your father!" Bazel's words were very sharp, with a touch of sarcasm.

   Now that the matter has come to this point, Hattar no longer hesitates, shakes off the blood on the long sword, and rushes towards Bazel while holding the hilt of the sword tightly.

   "Qing~"

There was an ear-piercing sound of metal collisions, sparks splashed, and the two long swords intertwined. Bazel was already old and out of shape, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind, but his hands held the long sword firmly, blocking it. Take the blow.

   "You only have this strength, Hattar?" King Bazel said disappointedly. "Power and status are very important, but power is what really belongs to you, and it will be your last resort..."

  Hatar was enraged in an instant, swung his sword and slashed towards Bazel's head, while roaring angrily: "That's why I didn't want to kill you just now!"

The sounds of sword-blade clashes kept ringing in the huge palace. Hatar's movements were fast and beautiful. As a prince, he had naturally received the best guidance and the most rigorous combat training. With the power of the powerful bloodline, the strength should not be underestimated.

   But his opponent is the king of [Hadra Tower], who once led the army to open up everywhere, and is known as Bazel, a lion!

"Don't let your anger affect your actions. This is a big taboo, and don't let me see your expression, which will reveal your next move!" Bazel blocked Hartar's hard blow again, Then he turned the sword and left an obvious bloodstain on the opponent's face, and said in a cold voice. "The enemy's blade will show no mercy!"

  Lin En observed the battle between the father and son with great interest, and was very interested in these so-called royal families and nobles who inherited the blood.

  According to [Magic Creator] Vittorio, these inherited 'excellent bloodlines' should be remnants of the old era, and they may all be descendants of some powerful shaping wizards.

   It’s almost the same as Owen who took the fusion potion to gain the power of a monster...

  Of course, this is not certain. Wizards have various means, especially when there was no mainstream school of thought hundreds of years ago, it was possible to gain power by any means.

   As for the strength of the two, Hatar has about the physical fitness of a second-level shaping wizard, while King Bazel is obviously stronger. Even though his body is old, he can still take every sword of Hatar calmly.

   On the surface, the two were evenly matched, but the gap soon became apparent. Hatar became more and more impatient after being unable to attack for a long time.

   "Forcibly using uncontrolled power, all you get is backlash!" Bazel's face remained unchanged, this time he was not defending, and the long sword in his hand took the opportunity to hit the blade at a tricky angle. "For the sword, the faster the better!"

  Hatar felt a numbness in his right hand, and the long sword was already out of his hand.

However, Bazel did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, and dropped the sword in his hand. The old hand was holding on to Hatar's collar, and he opened his mouth to say something, but the next moment he felt a pain in his chest. A dagger pierced straight into his heart.

  The person who did it was Hatar!

   "This is what you taught me, father, you should never let your guard down." Hatar was calm in his madness, and these words almost came out from his teeth.

  Globs of blood gushed out from the corner of Bazel's mouth, but a smile appeared on his face. He actually held Hatar's hand and stabbed the dagger deeper, his eyes burning like torches. "Don't be afraid, remember this feeling, my son, the throne is made of iron and blood, and the only one you can really trust is yourself."

"There is no difference between priests, nobles, and wizards...Uncontrolled power will bring disaster to this kingdom sooner or later!" Bazel's voice was very low, mixed with a painful moan, almost in Hatar rang in the ear. "You did it wrong, you shouldn't have completely ruined the church and broke this balance, but it's too late, it's too late now!"

  I am the same to you and Harold...Bazel wanted to continue talking, but the blood gushing up had already blocked his throat, and his body soon collapsed limp...

  (end of this chapter)