Tyrant Code

Under the dim light, the long sword began to glow faintly.Perhaps it was Gordon's illusion, he even heard some kind of whisper...

He pulled out the blade by accident, and the phosphorescent flames in the surrounding lamps trembled violently.With the help of the faint light, Goldo accurately found a small line of writing at the bottom of the hilt, which was written in a language of Celanca——

"King of Destiny".

Legend has it that the King Sword accompanied the Emperor of Glory in his southern and northern wars. In the period of the Emperor of Glory, the King Sword was the symbol of the highest royal power. Even the symbolic meaning of the king's seal and crown should be avoided.It's just that after the death of the Emperor of Glory, Wang Jian disappeared.

Several emperors after the Emperor of Glory ordered the search for Wang Jian, and several made imitations of Wang Jian, but they didn't get much.However, Gordo discovered that the sword was hidden in the secret room of the treasury. The kings who were closer to the time of the Emperor of Radiance should have known this, but they all chose to pretend not to know the whereabouts of the king sword— —Because even if they found Wang Jian, they couldn't use it.

Since Wang Jian could not contribute to the consolidation of politics, they simply sealed Wang Jian to avoid asking for trouble.

Thinking of this, Gordon suddenly sighed, feeling that the king sword in his hand was also a hot potato.

But in order to get Ryan out... he had to do it too.

At the same time, the moment Wang Jian was unsheathed——

late at night.On the arena of the Knights Templar.

A silver-haired man stopped swinging his sword.He frowned slightly as if he felt something, and the blade of the sword shone with light.He pondered for a moment, then stood up straight, and with the crisp friction sound, the long sword in his hand slipped into the silver-gray scabbard.

The dark clouds overhead moved slowly.The cold moonlight sprinkled on the ground, illuminating his eyes.It was an extremely quiet silvery white color, not dazzling, but exuding a faint cold air.

He looked at the long sword in his hand and fell into some kind of contemplation.

"Captain...! Captain Warren—" Someone's shout suddenly sounded in my ear.

Warren, the head of the Knights Templar, turned his head nonchalantly, and asked indifferently, "What's wrong?"

It was Roy, his adjutant and secretary.He was of medium build, with brown hair, a square face, and wearing a pair of glasses. He came all the way out of breath and said: "The inscription on the ____________________________________________________________________________________________

"I feel it." Warren nodded, "It's not just the inscription left over a hundred years ago, even the sword in my hand can feel the rebirth of Wang Jian."

"Really or not? Isn't Wang Jian or something just a legend within the Knights Templar?" Roy had reservations about this.

"That's the fluctuation brought about by Wang Jian. It's true that Wang Jian recognized the master, there's nothing wrong with it." Warren said firmly.

"But this is not true. According to legend, only the descendants of the Emperor of Glory can pull out the king's sword, that is, his bloodline... But in today's royal family, the king is already old, so why not pull it out sooner or later? And His Majesty's parent and child are only three years old... Then, could it be that the duke moved the king's sword?" The more Roy guessed, the more unpredictable his expression became.

The Knights Templar obey the Lord of the Sword.This turned out to be a well-known secret, but the king's sword was dusty, and the Knights Templar could not fulfill their oath, so they could only transfer the power of the contract to an inscription and the long sword passed down from generation to generation by the head of the knights.

People will forget the existence of the oath with the passage of time, but the inscription and the sword of the Templar Master will not be forgotten.It has to be said that this move is still very prescient.Now that Wang Jian is in command of the knights, even within the knights, it has become a rumor that is both true and false. Only the head of the knights who inherited the sword can really remember that oath.

"It's not like the Duke." Warren replied unhurriedly.

The duke spent most of his time fighting with the ministers, finding fault with the Holy See for the royal family, trying to bite off a piece of meat from the Holy See.The Knights Templar could be a sharp knife against the Pope.If the Lord of Wang Jian is the Duke of Demont, then he has no reason to keep Wang Jian dust until now—unless he wants to do something big, such as rebellion, but now the capital is too peaceful, no matter how you look at it, it is not good for rebellion opportunity.

"It doesn't matter who it is." Roy wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, took off his glasses and wiped them, "It's too..."

Warren narrowed his eyes and said, "This is an oath that must be fulfilled."

Roy struggled for a while, and finally agreed with Warren, nodding a little dejectedly.

The Knights Templar has survived to this day by relying on that oath of allegiance.Losing the oath, the Knights also lost their place to stand.They will no longer be the elite guarding the kingdom, but the poisonous thorns in the heart of the ruler.

If they don't want to be dismissed and forced to go home to farm, they must do what they should do.

Roy: "When will the king sword holder appear? No matter which member of the royal family pulls out the king sword, he should at least look like a glorious emperor..."

"He's coming soon." Warren turned his head and said to Roy, "Go out and meet him."

Roy quickly realized: "It's almost here? I'll go to meet you right away."

"When I see him, avoid everyone's eyes and ears, and bring him to my private arena." Warren instructed.

Roy: "Wait, what kind of martial arts arena are you going to, do you want to—"

"I'm not going to play hard. Just test him," Warren said. "I'm measured."

Roy: "...Okay."

Roy didn't go long.

After about a quarter of an hour, he really led a person in.The man was between a teenager and a young man, with a gentle temperament, and his gestures were particularly attractive.

Before the two parties could speak, Warren suddenly rushed over with his sword in hand, like a shooting star in the cold night, hitting the boy in front of him.

The black-haired boy subconsciously pushed Roy aside, and the king sword in his hand was unsheathed in an instant, rubbing against Warren's sword.Back and forth, sparks splashed everywhere.

Goldo and Warren went through a few more tricks.The dazzling sword light and the trembling of weapons were endless.Roy looked a little surprised.To be able to take over Warren's many tricks at this age...even the top young talents in the Knight Order are nothing more than that.

In the end, though, Warren won.Warren's sword pressed against the black-haired boy's vitals.

He pointed his sword at his opponent's shoulder, stared at him for a moment, then drew the sword back.

Roy looked like a ghost, and introduced to the two of them: "Head, this is Wang Jian's successor..."

"Gordo Moran." Warren stared at Gordon and said suddenly, "We met once in the temple."

The black-haired boy was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and after pondering for a moment, he replied with a smile: "Yes. We met once."

When Sai Lun first entered the temple, he was in a duel with a knight.

"I have seen your friend duel. He is a rare genius." Warren said bluntly, "but at that time I did not see the temperament of a swordsman in you... It is the same now. You did not draw your sword I have no desire to win or lose. If so, why did you pull out this king sword?"

"I don't think the point is here." Roy sighed, "Holy Lord! He is obviously not a member of the royal family, so why did he become the successor of the Emperor of Radiance? He is the direct blood of the Emperor of Radiance! But how is this possible?" The secretary of the head of the regiment had a painful expression on his face, and felt that he seemed to be involved in some terrible royal secret.

"He is qualified to pull out the king sword, there is no doubt about it." Warren took the time to deal with Roy, "but he has no desire to kill."

"I'm sorry, I pulled out the king sword to save a friend..." Gordon sighed.

"But whoever pulls out the king's sword is qualified to be king. This is the last decree left by the Emperor of Glory to the Knights—don't you know?" Roy asked in surprise.

"...I just guessed it." Gordon gave a somewhat helpless answer after deliberating for a while.

"Are you willing to be king?" Warren, the head of the Knights Templar, asked without changing his expression, "Although you don't have the temperament of a swordsman, you have the heart of being a king."

Roy really almost lost his footing this time, he turned his head and asked Warren: "Where did you see this?"

Warren replied, of course: "From his sword. He is a better king than the current heir to the royal family."

Roy looked indifferent: "His Royal Highness is only three years old now."

Warren frowned slightly, as if he really thought about it, and then replied: "But I can see that the prince is a sick child. Even if he is not, his talent is far inferior to Wang Jian's master."

Roy: "..." Roy was speechless.

Gordon twitched his eyes after hearing this, and argued, "Actually, I'm not the blood of the Emperor of Glory—"

Warren: "Whether you are or not, Wang Jian admits that you are."

Goldo: "But I have no ambition to be a king for the time being."

Warren: "I can see it. I just said that you are very suitable. But you are the master of King Sword, and the Knights are your vassals. If you don't want to, no one will come to force you."

Goldo: "..." There is always a feeling of pie in the sky.

But he didn't know what Warren and Roy were thinking about at this time.

It is unbelievable enough for the royal blood to be lost to the people. You must know that they have never heard of the Moran family who married the royal family, and Gordo was able to find the whereabouts of Wang Jian. He found Wang Jian and mentioned the temple. The Knights came to help—

What does this mean!It shows that the existence of Wang Jian is Gordo's ancestral training, but their lineage has never been born, and they have been dormant until now.

Perhaps it was after the appearance of descendants like Goldo Moran that Wang Jian's "destiny's destiny" was truly fulfilled.

Goldo didn't know that he had been fabricated into a royal blood family that had been hidden for hundreds of years, and now he just wanted to get Ryan out quickly.

"I have a friend who was escorted here." Goldo roughly said that Ryan offended the church for a child, and then said, "I'm a little worried about his current situation... can he let I'm going to meet him?"

"This is just a small problem." After listening to Roy, he said, "In fact, generally speaking, although his personal freedom will be restricted, he no longer has to stay in a place like a prison. But it is true that he is sent to us. It's a way to protect him... Since it's your friend and an innocent victim, move him into an empty room and wait for his next trial, what do you think?"

"Thank you." Gordon said.

Ryan is his friend, so he should no longer be suspected of being a dark wizard or something.