Laing's speech reached the side hall through the heavy door.
His queen and his wife, Suria, were sitting in the side hall with the Angel League on her lap. The female knight silently listened to her husband's speech. Even at the climax of Laing's speech, Suria only clenched her fists.
Today, the female knight was dressed in a gorgeous noble military uniform. She had a thick white military uniform jacket, blue epaulettes, a golden braided belt, a sky-blue pleated skirt, and black high-heeled boots. Her slender, straight, and long legs were wrapped in black opaque velvet pantyhose, exuding a mature and graceful aura.
Her husband was giving a speech next door, but his queen didn't appear. This was a tacit understanding between husband and wife. When Suria was radical, Laing would be conservative and leave some room for maneuver. If Laing was radical, Suria would play the conservative role.
At present, Laing was more radical in most cases, so Suria needed to leave some room for the royal family to mediate.
No one knew how much Suria wanted to stand with Laing at this moment, but she had to endure.
Sometimes, she really felt physically and mentally exhausted. She had gained a lot by being with an extremely brilliant and outstanding man like Laing, but in order to keep up with him, Suria had also sacrificed a lot, a lot.
Wasn't it good to be a count? Wasn't it good to be a duke? Wasn't it good to be a king?
Moving forward, moving forward, and moving forward, leaving behind a pile of chicken feathers.
Suria knew that she was originally like Teresa and Veronica, unable to keep up with Laing's footsteps. In Laing's backyard, there were only two people (gods) who could keep up with Laing's footsteps from beginning to end. They were Olica and the Lake Fairy. The reason she could still keep up until now was only because of her identity as the queen of the Empire and the blessings of the original bodies.
Many people envied Suria's supreme status and glory in the Old World, and how many people knew that this wasn't what Suria wanted? What the female knight really wanted was to stay in a noble's manor with Laing and live a peaceful life. There could be the Lake Fairy and Sylvia in the manor, but what about other women? There was no chance at all.
It was just that … it was just that he had no choice.
Suria silently looked at herself in the mirror. She still looked like a young girl in her twenties.
Since he had obtained it, he had to pay the price. Since he had enjoyed glory and power, he had to pay the price.
On the other side, in the dressing room behind the throne, Morgiana and the Lake Fairy sat together. The Lake Goddess Witch was excited by Laing's words. She wanted to talk to her goddess, but she found that the Lake Fairy was crying.
"My lady?"
"Quiet." The Lake Fairy immediately glared at her Chosen One with red eyes. She listened attentively, not wanting to miss a single word.
In the void, a pale flower bloomed. Under the distorted laughter, the Goddess of the Underworld's voice was sweet and gratified.
"Master is indeed Master. Master is Master. He never disappoints in certain aspects."
There were also Teresa, Veronica, and the others sitting on the high platform.
Veronica slammed the railing hard, extremely excited. The female speaker saw Laing speaking to hundreds of people alone, saw all the nobles shouting wildly, and saw the scarves and parchments filling the sky. She couldn't help but blush with excitement. If possible, she really wanted to go down and give Laing a passionate kiss on the spot.
Teresa had a complicated expression. The female Warlock clapped and smiled bitterly.
Was there going to be a war again?
The king's voice echoed in the entire parliament hall. Thousands of people almost went crazy.
"No matter what, we will never surrender!"
"We will never surrender!"
"Fight to the end!"
“Weshouldneversurrender！！！”
Just as the crowd was in an uproar, a green figure appeared in front of everyone. He stood in the outer court and said, "I support His Majesty Laing! Everyone, you can scold me now! "
"It's the Green Knight!"
"The Green Knight is here!"
"Green Knight, please accept our apologies!"
The Green Knight was shocked. He had thought that he would be able to turn the tide, but now it seemed that he was just the icing on the cake.
But since they had made an agreement, he still had to do what he had to do. The Green Knight signaled for everyone to be quiet. In front of everyone, he took off his helmet and said, "Everyone, please listen to me."
Everyone's eyes were focused on the Green Knight.
Confusion, curiosity, nervousness, excitement, and hot-bloodedness. Every Royal Knight had different emotions. But when they saw the Green Knight's appearance, all the Brittany who were Royal Knights and above were … stunned!
"This appearance … The legends were true!"
"My king! Our king, our king has always been with us and has never left! "
"Ancestor! You, you have finally … "Berchemund's eyes were filled with tears as he knelt in front of the Green Knight, or rather, the spirit of the first Knight King, Arthur.
"Everyone, who still remembers the original intention of the knights? Who still remembers … the oath of the first Holy Grail? "Arthur stood there, and the Green Knight finally revealed his true identity to everyone.
He was the first Knight King, Arthur. After his death, he received the promotion and blessing of the Fairy of the Lake. As a spirit, he alone guarded the Knight King's Kingdom for a thousand years!
A thousand years, a thousand years of storms, after witnessing the rise and fall of generations of kings, after witnessing the prosperity and decline of the Knight King's Kingdom, the first Knight King announced his return!
The madness of the knights and nobles had reached a new height. The two greatest kings in Brittany history stood side by side. What else did they have to fear?
There was nothing to be afraid of.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please be quiet." The Green Knight gestured for everyone to be quiet. Arthur looked at his descendants, the descendants left behind by the noble Holy Grail companions. He walked to Laing's side and gestured for everyone to be quiet.
Everyone immediately became quiet.
"Recently, I have been thinking, thinking about the future of the Knight King's Kingdom," Arthur said solemnly. Arthur said solemnly, "I admit that I've been shaken and confused. That's why I've talked to many people, including the Lady, the Lake Goddess, His Majesty King Leon and his Queen. Of course, I've also talked to some … people. I want to show you something."
The Green Knight clapped his hands, and a few Brittany sons and heroic spirit knights took out ancient scrolls. These parchments had already decayed and turned yellow, but the divine power and the power of faith flowing on them had not weakened at all.
Theodorick, Duke of Bereon, was the most excited. This duke, who had always been known for his passion and recklessness, stepped forward and opened a scroll. He took a few glances and was so scared that he immediately knelt down and kowtowed. Then he dared to read aloud, "My Lady, the House of Bereon shall be loyal to the Brittany Knight King for all eternity! — The first Holy Grail companion, Duke of Bereon, Balduin de Bereon, Brittany's first year, March 12th! "
François took out a scroll, and his father-in-law trembled as he read, "My Lady, the House of Bereon shall be loyal to the Brittany Knight King for all eternity! — The first Holy Grail companion, Duke of Bereon, Pure Redmond, Brittany's first year, March 12th! "
"My Lady, the House of Bereon shall be loyal to the Brittany Knight King for all eternity! — The first Holy Grail companion, Duke of Bereon, Brittany's first year, March 12th! " Duke Hagan looked at the oath of his ancestors, and the duke was already crying, "My ancestors, I almost made a big mistake!"
"My Lady, the House of Bereon shall be loyal to the Brittany Knight King for all eternity! — The first Holy Grail companion, Duke of Bereon, Brittany's first year, March 12th! " Lauren exclaimed, "It's Sir Corduin, who is known as the Blue Sea Monster. He actually still has a document!"
"This is the oath of Lyonnesse! Sir Schirruff, he has lived for 350 years, and is the oldest of all the Holy Grail Knights. "Exclamations of surprise sounded.
"Duke Markelud, the hero of Bereon, the Holy Grail companion!" Marshal Bertrand, the chosen one of Tarr, exclaimed.
"This is the seal of Agildur! My ancestors of Palladium, and even Glorfindel, the ancestor and patriarch of all the pure-blooded pegasi, are on it! " Duke Kasson was in tears. He let out a long sigh and pressed the oath against his chest. Sure enough, following His Majesty Laing was the right choice!
The pages of the oath, the traces of dried ink on the yellowed parchment, the glorious history slowly withered as the knights and nobles decayed day by day. As the knights and nobles chased after benefits, the inheritance was cut off, and as time passed by, it was gradually forgotten. However, no matter how the family history was whitewashed, beautified, and tampered with, these ancestral oaths were not fake.
Now, these oaths were all priceless divine items. Each of the oaths condensed the power of faith of thousands of years. The knights and nobles held the oaths of their ancestors, laughing and crying like crazy.
"Now, as the first Knight King, Arthur, I ask everyone here, ladies and gentlemen!" The green knight said softly, "Everyone, are we abandoning the Lady?"
"No!"
“Never！ Never! "Everyone cheered.
"Everyone, are we going to split?"
"No! No! No! "
"Never!" Inside and outside the venue, everyone roared.
"I now declare that I give up my legitimate claim to the throne. I will pledge my loyalty to the Brittany Knight King, His Majesty Laing, as the Holy Grail Knight Grand Teacher and the Kingdom's Chief Paladin!" The green knight walked in front of Laing, bowed, and then knelt down on one knee. He shouted, "This is my courage! Knights, can you muster up your courage and admit all this? "
"Yes!" Thousands of people shouted at the same time. High morale burst out from the faces of the knights and nobles. Faith was reestablished, and the pride of a nation and a country spontaneously arose.
Brittany would not die, and the spirit of the knights would never die!
Laing walked out and raised his fist. "Courage!"
"Courage!" They roared in unison. Their faith was transformed into strength.
"Faith!" The Sun King shouted.
"Faith!" The nobles all knelt on one knee, tears in their eyes.
"Victory!" Laing stretched out his hand and made a "V" sign. "Victory!"
"Victory!" "Victory!" "Victory!" The crowd was boiling with emotions.
Duke Campbell of Le-Angoulin slumped against the back of his chair. "We lost, we lost, Guichard."
"Guichard?" Not getting the response he wanted, Campbell looked up and found Duke Guichard waving his scarf excitedly and shouting, "Victory! Victory!"
The cheers came one after another, and the knights and nobles celebrated wildly. No one knew if they were celebrating the return of their ancestors and the oath, or celebrating breaking through confusion and welcoming a new life.
Finally, Duke Campbell could not hold it in any longer. He jumped down from the platform and shouted with everyone else.
"Courage! Faith! Victory!"
Scarves and parchment scattered down from the sky, and the scenery was like a poem and a song.
Laing stood in the middle of the King's Council Hall and accepted the allegiance of all the knights and nobles again.
A song began to play in his mind.
The alliance of free duchies is unbreakable, and the great Brittany will never fall for tens of thousands of years.
Cough, cough, cough. Wrong, wrong. Not this song. Laing quickly adjusted his thoughts.
Wake up, people of the motherland. The time of glory has come!
Citizens, arm yourselves!
Citizens, prepare for battle!
We are ready.
… I am the dividing line of victory …
Just as Laing gave the king's speech, the Knight King's Kingdom set things right and allowed the knights and nobles to face their disgraceful history and mistakes and enter a new era, Lich King Akerhan returned to Sylvania.
Now, all the offerings and components for the resurrection of the Lord of the Dead had been gathered.
The resurrection ceremony of Nagash had officially begun. Akerhan began casting at the predetermined ceremony location outside Duncanhof Castle and placed the nine offerings on the Nine Demon Rings.
At the same time, the Grand Mentor of the Knights Templar, Hans Leitdorf, arrived at the Empire's Royal Palace in Brunswick.
Along the way, Hans-Leitdorf saw bewilderment and chaos. The Orcs and Chaos believers were plundering and slaughtering the citizens of the Empire. There were also countless bandits and endless green-skinned tribes that couldn't be wiped out.
There was everything on the Empire's forest roads except for humans.
Only in the controlled areas of strongholds, towns, and fortresses could people be seen. They hid behind high walls, trembling and praying to their gods for salvation. Regardless of whether they were nobles, commoners, or wanderers, they were all telling stories of the coming of the end of the world. There had never been so many believers and doomsayers in the temple. They gathered around the temple and listened to the priests and priests' admonition that they were all sinners. This was God's test, and they had to atone for their sins.
Commander Hans felt immense pressure. He didn't care about the foolish commoners, but he realized that if the situation was so bad everywhere, it would be difficult for the Empire to assemble a decent army. Most of the available troops had already been sent to the Northern frontline.
After arriving in Brunswick, Commander Hans immediately went to the Emperor's Royal Palace to ask for help. However, the Emperor's Majordomo told him to be patient as the Emperor was troubled by more important matters.
Hans waited for three days. On the fourth day, he was finally summoned. However, he was told that the Emperor had already left for the Northern frontline. He had brought with him almost all of Brunswick's standing troops, his Central Legion, and the Royal Guards, leaving behind only a pitiful number of city guards and militia.
Before the Grand Commander of the Knights Templar could get angry, he was led to a side hall where three High Elf nobles were gathered.
They were Azarion, Belannar, and Etila.
The High Elves informed the Emperor that they wanted to go to Sylvania to save a comrade, while Commander Hans wanted to go to Sylvania to retrieve Nagash's armor and his own glory. Hence, the Emperor introduced them to each other. Both sides received the help they wanted and owed the Emperor a favor.
A loose agreement was thus signed. The High Elves Empire's allied troops immediately set off for Sylvania.
Man Frey's spies in the Empire quickly received this news. At the same time, Baldy Man also received three other pieces of news.
Butcher King Agrim Ironfist received the letter from the Empire and decided to lead an army of Kaderin Dwarves to help.
The Wood Elf Hero Araloth's Wood Elf army was approaching.
The Orc Dark Prophet Malagor's Orc army was also under the orders of the Four Gods of Chaos to prevent Nagash's resurrection.
Good! What a joy!
Man Frey was ecstatic. The last Vampire Count began to move his pieces on the chessboard.
The performance that belongs to me has begun!
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