Freya's eyes widened as she fell from mid-air. She watched as the female Knight swung her sword at her again, but she was too seriously injured to dodge. She couldn't help but close her eyes, her heart cold.
But an exclamation replaced the tragic scene that should have happened, which everyone couldn't bear to watch.
In front of everyone's eyes, an azure spear firmly blocked the long sword in Laurenna's hand with a clang. The female Knight immediately realized that the other party had companions as reinforcements and subconsciously wanted to withdraw her sword and retreat, but the next moment, she was surprised to find that she couldn't move.
"How could this be!"
Laurenna was shocked. Ever since she learned the Flash Strike Sword Art, she had never encountered such a thing. She found that she wasn't unable to move because of some magic, but she felt that the space in front of her, which was originally under her control, suddenly became obscure, and the blade that moved freely in it seemed to have fallen into a layer of condensed ice.
She raised her head in horror and looked at the girl with the ponytail standing in front of her.
Scarlet didn't say a word and stared at her coldly with the Azure Spear in her hand.
Another girl at the peak of Gold. Although Laurenna had long known of Brando's strength, she never dreamed that a mere Tónigel would hide so many geniuses, as if all the monsters of Erouine were gathered here.
And it was at this moment that a cold voice came, "The Flash Strike Sword Art uses spatial movement to directly cause damage, so under the invincible fate, even the spatial movement effect is left with less than 10% of the effect. It's true that everything has its nemesis. "
Hearing this voice, Delfien, who was standing behind all the Knight, suddenly changed her expression.
"Count Tónigel." The woman seemed to be gnashing her teeth as she said the name.
She subconsciously wanted to retreat, but the voice shouted first, "The County."
As soon as the voice fell, an invisible shackle fell from the sky and fell on every Cruz person present. Then, a somewhat cold voice reached the ears of these knights, "Don't worry.
"Spatial laws, freeze!"
Brando's figure had actually emerged from the crowd. He parted the crowd and caught Freya who was falling from the air. He raised his head and stared coldly at the daughter of the prime minister of Cruz.
"Madam, I believe we've met once in the Loop of Trade Winds?"
"Did Veronica send you here to tell me that Cruz is ready to declare war on Erouine?"
"If that's the case, I'll accompany you at any time."
Brando's words caused an uproar.
…
The Holy Palace of Elodenir was shrouded in a cloud of mist all year round. The empty floor of the Obsidian Hall reflected a dim blue light, as dark as a mirror. In the darkness, the Pillars of the Dead, which were stacked with one hundred and twenty white bones, supported the Gothic dome formed by layers of bones.
Here, it was said that the breath of a living person would be instantly frozen into ice crystals that resembled glass shards. Therefore, the hall was always chilled to the bone, and the 'Hungry Wail' that passed through the pillars was like the ravings of a lunatic lingering above the vault.
The residents of the Silent Bay believed that the 'Hunger Wail' was the scream of the ghouls that crawled out from the abyss. The people of Wohnde often believed that the breath of the dead would form wind, so it lingered in the air. But in fact, such a natural landscape had already existed here long before the founding of Madara.
(Note: the bay between the north of Erouine and Saint-ausol today)
In the faint whistling of the wind, the Black Knight in black robes passed through the pillars, the metal hook-shaped ornaments at the end of their cloaks clanking as they were dragged along. These dark courtiers passed by the huge Broodmother of the Spirit Realm crouching on both sides of the Pillars of the Dead. Under the gaze of their four pairs of lantern-like eyes, they stood in two rows in the center of the hall without saying a word. They were as silent as one.
Incirsta the Dragon stood at the end of the hall, side by side with Tarkus, watching the scene with interest. Unlike most of the old-fashioned, decaying undead that seemed to have burned out like their lives, Incirsta had a wide range of knowledge. He knew the scenery of the ancient kingdom opposite the Black Bramante Rose, the splendid culture of the Cruz people, and even most of the mortal literature in the area of Erouine and Cruz often recorded that the Black Knight was an undead creature in armor. In fact, contrary to most of the rumors circulating, the Black Knight of Hull was a very special kind of undead even in Madara. Most of their territories were near the inland sea of the Dead Moon, and they maintained the cold and elegant habits of life. When the dead were alive, the oath was engraved on the armor, and the soul fire lingered around the obsession of the living, driven by the fire of revenge. This was the origin of the Black Knight.
Their stubbornness was famous even in Madara. Although people often said that they were as stubborn as the rotten bones of Madara, the Black Knight was especially stubborn. The living Knight adhered to dogma, but these dead Knights were forever trapped by oaths and curses.
Incirsta the Dragon thought that they could be called the 'Madara of Madara' for the time being. He looked at the scene with a playful face, which was incompatible with the stern-faced Tarkus beside him.
A buzzing voice sounded in the hall, "In the name of the Moon of Eternal Darkness and the Black Flower, the supreme King of the Kingdom of Darkness, the wielder of Loki's staff, please accept the allegiance and tribute of the lords from the East."
The voice seemed to stretch the empty hall further, and it spread to the other end of the hall, but there was no response for a long time. Above the hall, the supreme one on the throne waited for a moment before softly grunting.
The Black Knight bowed their heads.
"Cheers for His Majesty's majesty. After even the territory of the Sea of the Dead Moon has surrendered, the unification of the Kingdom of Darkness after a thousand years is almost at hand. Other than that woman Yalvete, who still has no idea what she's thinking, there's only the Land of Spiders left. Tarkus, the Dead Moon is rising. It's really exciting to be able to participate in this kind of history, "Incirsta the Dragon looked at the Black Knight bowing their heads and couldn't help but whisper to his companion.
"Anticipation is not a feeling that the dead should have," Tarkus replied faintly, and even his expression rarely changed. As the noblest vampire of the Manlyin family, he was allowed to wear a black noble robe with golden edges in this hall. Standing next to the Incirsta Dragon who had no status, he looked extremely comical. "Madara has begun to act according to the will of the Mercury Staff. It's like a curse rather than a goal. The world of the living is nothing in the eyes of the dead. In my opinion, only time, truth and dust have value."
"That's why the humans outside call us stubborn skeletons."
"But the show has just begun. Tarkus, the arrival of the Black Knight today is just an appetizer." Incirsta the Dragon didn't feel any embarrassment because of his low status. Instead, he was in high spirits. "You see, His Majesty summoned the Blood Staff back. It must be because something good has happened."
Tarkus didn't say a word. In fact, he already knew what had happened. A week ago, in the territory west of Madara near the Kingdom of Erouine, two dark nobles were attacked by humans. One of the vampire's castles was almost completely burned to ashes, leaving behind a large number of traces of 'purification'. Almost no undead creatures could escape.
In other words, at least one of the Knights of the Holy Cathedral of Fire had sneaked into Madara's territory.
For such an incident to happen at this time of the year, he smelled a strong scent of conspiracy. Although such things were not uncommon on the border between Erouine and Madara, the humans responded to the call of the Holy Cathedral, and the undead plundered each other's territory. Between the two sides, there were often Knights privately forming armies to invade each other's territory.
However, since Erouine's Oberg the Sixth ascended to the throne, Madara switched from defense to offense and gradually took the initiative in the war.
But today was different. The peace treaty between Erouine and Madara had only been signed for a year, and it was said that the human kingdom was caught in a civil war. Obviously, they wouldn't start a war at this time.
In that case, it was very suspicious as to who was trying to fish in troubled waters.
The indifferent vampire narrowed his remaining eye. He raised his head and saw that the Dark Lord who had taught Erouine a painful lesson in Karsuk was like what the Incirsta Dragon had said. The 'Blood Staff' dressed in a blood-red robe, the King of Necromancers, Jugg, slowly walked into the center of the hall.
"Your Majesty, I have brought news that is not so delightful."
"Those lowly humans are now challenging your majesty in Madara's territory."
"The pain that the war a year ago brought to them seems to have faded from those stubborn human nobles."
"Today, I am here to ask for your permission to let me bring them new horror."
The hoarse voice of the Blood Staff echoed under the vault of the Holy Palace of Eliudenir, but Tarkus and the Incirsta Dragon narrowed their eyes slightly.
…
Brando threw the letter in Delfien's hand lightly in front of her. He looked at this woman carefully. In fact, he had already met her once at the Exchange of Trade Winds, but at that time, he had only seen her from afar. He did not look at her as closely as he did today.
He had to admit that her beauty was enough to make anyone admire her. Among all the women he had seen, only Princess Gryphine could compare to her.
But compared to her vicious heart, Her Highness the Princess was as innocent as a child.
"Miss Delfien, although I don't know how I have offended you. But you don't have to take revenge on me at all costs … Lord Veronica asked you to pass this message to me. Speaking of which, it seems that you Cruz people do not intend to start a war with us Erouine people. Instead, you want to ask me for a favor … "
He paused for a moment, and could not help but say sarcastically, "If she knew that you are here to give me a condition, I'm afraid she would not be satisfied."
The prime minister's daughter did not say a word. She stared at him coldly, but the hatred in her eyes was like that of a venomous snake. This made Brando frown. Even in his wildest dreams, he could not imagine how he had offended her to make her look like she hated him so much.
But fortunately, he did not need this woman to speak. He took a look at the letter, and he already knew the contents of the letter. He raised his head, silently estimating which historical event this was.
The Blood Staff's self-directed drama had happened before in history. He had thought that because history had been completely changed, all of this would not happen again. He did not expect that the unlucky Corpse Wizard King would still send this trouble to him.
But Brando squinted his eyes, and was not too worried in his heart.
To him, this was a rare opportunity. It was rare to encounter a familiar historical event, and such a good thing might not happen again in the future.
… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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