Proof of the Sun King

Amid the roars of Field Marshal Rick Heilberg and Bannerman Ludwig, the Assassin's dagger approached their revered Emperor at great speed, and Karl Franz's decisiveness saved him again, and he let go He opened the hilt of the rune sword and tried to use his arm to block the dagger. Qi Assassin's movements were a little messed up by the emperor's block, but this didn't affect his attack at all, only in less than half a second of dullness, The assassin's dagger was charged again, and it stabbed heavily towards the emperor.

There is nowhere to run.

The silver seal on the emperor's artifact emits a dazzling light, and the huge energy contained in it protects the emperor from being hurt by the evil energy of chaos witchcraft, but the silver seal can't stop the sharp dagger and the poison on it!

On the verge of a close call, between the woodlands, a gust of wind was blowing.

The emerald green gale carried endless fury, and the leaves all over the sky formed a twisted hurricane. Between the woodlands, green light burst forth. The hurricane wrapped the emperor's body. When the dagger was close to the emperor's neck, a dagger stretched out from the void. The extraordinary blade that came out blocked the assassin's attack.

"Ding~"

A green ghost wearing a fine ancient armor, appeared in the strong wind, he radiated bright green light from the helmet to the whole, ivy wrapped around his body, iris decorated his armor: "No one can pass here. !"

"Ki bless me!" The assassin was losing his mind. He waved his dagger and wanted to attack again, but the green ghost didn't give him any chance. The blade of pain swept across the assassin's arm, cutting his arm into two pieces. The wrist rolled, and the sharp blade thrust forward, piercing the assassin's throat, and the disciples twitched a few times, no longer alive.

The ghost withdrew his weapon, his green eyes hidden behind the visor glanced blankly at the frightened emperor, and stretched out his hand, as if trying to pull him up.

"No, you, stay where you are immediately, raise your hands, and put down your weapons!" Marshal Rick Helberg finally took Rick Guard and Griffin Great Swordsmen to protect the emperor, and actually It took less than five seconds from the assassination to the assassin's death. Marshal Rick felt his heart almost jump out of his chest. Although the Rick Guards didn't know if firearms were useful against this ghost-like thing, they had a few Ten long spears and short guns were still aimed at the ghost, and Heilberg drew out the rune sword: "Immediately!"

"Don't, don't!" Karl Franz stretched out his hand, and the ghost pulled him straight up. The emperor was a little surprised to find that the other party actually had an entity. He suppressed his surprise and immediately waved his hand towards Heilberg and others: "If he wanted to hurt me, I would already be dead. Soldiers, put away your weapons. I recognize him. He is a green knight. May I know your honorable name?"

"In the long history, I have had many names." The Green Knight's voice was ethereal, sounding as if he did not exist in this world: "It doesn't matter."

"Okay." The emperor made fun of himself, he smiled a little embarrassedly, motioned to Marshal Rick and the flag officer to put down their weapons, the emperor took a few steps, came to the assassin, and lifted his visor.

Under the visor was a completely distorted face, the emperor shook his head: "This is not my person, something must have happened to Schmidt."

"Damn, have the cultists infiltrated Rickguard?!" Heilberg wanted to see if his Runefang "The Resentful" could harm the legendary Green Knight, but he was a soldier, a soldier Taking obedience to orders as his duty, the fact that there were counterfeiters in the Rick Guard he led was really to blame for Heilberg. Marshal Rick's tone was a little exasperated: "It's my responsibility, Your Majesty."

"No, it's not your fault." The emperor shook his head and looked at the face carefully: "He looks exactly like Schmidt, and he has all his equipment."

"A stupid attempt." The green knight said, with a strong Breton accent in his words, some of which are ancient words that have been dead for a long time, if not for the emperor's knowledge in ancient languages , may not understand what he is saying: "I left my hometown and came to you, the emperor of the empire, my lady sent me here, you can't have an accident, neither you nor your empire can have an accident, otherwise it will take more than ten years. Afterwards, we will all succumb to the Three-Eyed King."

"Three-eyed king?" The emperor was stunned when he heard the term, then thought deeply.

Is it Archain's prophecy again? For more than 100 years, the imperial court has collected more than ten prophecies against Archaon, the eternal god, and witchers and battle priests have tried to kill the threat in the cradle, but Archain is staying in Chaos Waste. If the soil can't be found, neither the empire nor other forces can do anything about it.

"I was sent here by the Lady of the Lake, and I must follow the oath I made to her, and I must go back to Brittany, but before I do, I want to inform you that this autumn's Lady of the Lake, Ryan- Malcador, Duke of Mousillon, the orthodox successor of Landuin will be enthroned in Curona, I have a sincere suggestion that you, His Majesty Emperor Karl Franz, should go to Curona, and the new The king meets." The green knight continued, and the emperor noticed that the green light and shadow of his week flickered a little.

"You're not a proposal, you're a threat, ghost!" Heilberg strode up, Marshal Rick's exquisite mustache fluttered in the air, and he glared at the green knight: "Is the emperor decided to attend the King of Knights' event? The enthronement ceremony is not up to you, we will naturally have a meeting to discuss!"

"No, please tell Ryan, I will definitely go, I will go in person." The emperor waved Heilberg not to be impulsive. The assassination was just like a routine for Karl Franz, and it was normal. He exposed A hearty smile: "I'm friends with him."

"But we're not always friends." Heilberg said in a shrill voice, and Marshal Rick insisted: "Just like the battle of Helmgart, if you knights come to make friends, we will treat you with wine and flowers. Gift, if we covet the territory of the Empire, we can only face each other with swords and guns."

"That was the mistake of the previous king..." The green knight said a few more ancient words after seeing the emperor's agreement, and a green spirit warhorse appeared from the void, and he turned on the horse: "Dark times Coming soon, we must unite, not just the Three-Eyed King, but soon there will be an Avenger whose wrath will burn across the Empire."

"Who?!" The emperor wanted to ask, the green knight had disappeared into the shadows, the spirit body warhorse raised its front hooves, and the bright green light accompanied the master's actions, disappearing behind a bush.

The breeze died down, leaving only the leaves and the slain assassins on the ground.

After this trouble, the emperor and his army no longer had the heart to hunt. Everyone packed up the spoils and the battlefield, burned the corpse of the strange assassin with flames, and then assembled the army and prepared to return to Brunswick.

After the good intentions of hunting were disturbed, both the Rick Guard and the Griffin Great Swordsmen were a little silent. The Emperor rode his half-blooded elf warhorse at the forefront, Marshal Rick Heilberg and the flag officer Luther Vig followed behind on the imperial warhorse produced in Aiwei Territory. Although Ludwig did not say a word, everyone knew that the powerful grandfather of the sanctuary fell into self-blame because the emperor encountered danger. Among them, the emperor was obviously thinking about something.

"So, you will personally attend Duke Ryan's enthronement ceremony?" Heilberg hesitated and asked tentatively.

"Can I?" Karl Franz asked Heilberg rhetorically.

"I have no intention of accusing you, my duty is to obey your orders, my majesty." Heilberg said in a deep voice.

"But you still have suggestions?" The Emperor heard Heilberg's implication.

"You shouldn't make such a hasty decision, Your Majesty, you are the Empire, your words and deeds represent the tens of millions of Charlemagne's children, I have never questioned your excellence and ability, if not for you, those in the Empire or The old, cowardly, arrogant, or other electors may have long been divided, but you bravely took on this important task. From this point alone, you have done better than your father." Heilberg nodded. , he said in a low voice: "But in country-to-country diplomacy, you seem a little passive, we are an empire."

"Passive?" The emperor couldn't help laughing after hearing Heilberg's somewhat contradictory words. It seemed that the decision to appoint Heilberg as Marshal Rick was correct: "The knights are not enemies, Kurt."

"But not always friends," Heilberg insisted.

"If you don't know betrayal, you don't know politics, you don't know compromise, and you don't know politics, Kurt, my friend." Karl Franz sighed softly: "For foreign affairs and domestic affairs, you can't use military affairs. ideas instead.”

"..." Heilberg was silent.

"Sometimes, I think, if it was Boris Todbringer who had won the vote, what would have happened to the Empire?" Karl Franz looked at the surroundings of the Rickwald Forest, expressing Disappointed: "He is experienced, brave and good at fighting, and has a lot of experience in communicating with other heads of state."

"As a result of Todd Bollinger becoming the wolf emperor, we Rickguards will be sent to Araby or Kislev in one go." Heilberg said loudly: "He only trusts Uric's white wolf. Knight, your grandfather, your father comes to you again, the accumulation of three generations will be ruined, you may still be able to rely on your family wealth, you can enjoy your election for the sake of the Grand Prince of Rickland and the Grand Duke of Brunswick. Live as a prince, but your talents will be wasted, you will see the Church of the White Wolf prevail, and the light of Charlemagne will dim."

"But Ryan can get the full support of the Lady in the Lake Church, but I'm still making deals with His Majesty Wekma." The emperor was noncommittal after hearing Heilberg's words, but said the second thing: " Sometimes I feel like a beggar and a newspaper man who comes to the door to sell his newspaper."

"If there is no faith, what is left of the empire?" Marshal Rick's answer to this question was very serious: "You know very well, my majesty, the army of the empire is not enough to completely eliminate all kinds of threats. There's a war going on for months, not for victory, but for survival."

"Very good." The emperor seemed to have finally figured out some problems, and Heilberg only felt that Karl Franz's face seemed to have a little more and a little less.

"I will let my court buy a rich gift. When the time comes, I will personally lead the Rick Guard and Brunswick Royal Half Griffon Knights to Corona to participate in Ryan's enthronement ceremony. This is an order!"

"Yes!"

…………I have lost the dividing line between belief and freedom…………

In the intensive preparations for the enthronement ceremony, time passed very quickly. In just a few months, the season of Brittany has come to autumn, and the golden wheat waves are on the Curona Plain with the warm autumn wind. Shaking back and forth, the impact of the Mashubard Rebellion on the entire capital has become a thing of the past, and under Raun's diligent rule, Curona has returned to its former prosperity.

Now, the entire kingdom has its sights set on the upcoming enthronement ceremony, and in a few weeks, Ryan, Duke of Mousillon, will be here, in the presence of all the dukes and previous kings, from the old King Richard He took the scepter in his hand and became king.

This year, Ryan is thirty-nine years old, and it has been fifteen years since he set off from Winter City in Nord.

Lane and others also led the old guard and his knights to Curona today, the greatest city of the elves in the old world. Now it has become the capital and belief of the Knights of Brittany. , the great spectacle of the old world, Curona's Ring of the Lions Racecourse and the Cathedral of the Holy Grail Champion Knights are built here~www.wuxiaspot.com~ tells the ancient history of the kingdom of knights.

Lane and others stayed at the Curona Royal Hotel. He could have stayed at the Curona Palace, but Lane rejected the proposal. In any case, he is not a king yet, and he can't wait to show the victor's attitude before he ascends the throne. And to enjoy the power of the king, this is not what the god-chosen champion of the fairies in the lake should do. Lane, who has the eight virtues of knights, should do it. It doesn't take a few weeks, he is the real king. At this time, he is so impatient, but he seems to be condescending. ugly.

There are many rehearsals and preparations for the entire enthronement ceremony. Curona has been preparing for this for several months. Regent Raun has spent a lot of savings in the treasury. As soon as the enthronement ceremony is over, it will be the rehearsal parade, followed by It is the Royal Knights Tournament that has been held for more than a week. This tournament will be open to the entire human kingdom, and even the Wood Elves said that they will send people to participate. Ryan has prepared a lot of food and drinks. He promised, whether it is a noble knight or a Ordinary serfs are eligible to come and watch the game.

At night, the Ryan family had just had dinner. In the large room of the Royal Hotel, Surya was holding little Devon Hill, telling him the legend of the twelve first-generation Holy Grail Knights, the glory of the spirit of chivalry , Little Devonhill listened with relish, waved his lance doll from time to time, imagining that he was the great Holy Grail Knight, riding horses, destroying evil, and spreading the will of the fairies in the lake throughout the kingdom, in order to protect the family country fights.

Ryan smiled and watched his wife talk with his son in his arms. He was drinking coffee, and Olika approached from behind: "Master, a guest is here, he has something to do with you, let you go out and chat with him."

"Guest? Who?" Ryan put down the coffee cup.

"It's Your Majesty Richard, he said he wanted to chat with you."