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Then, he couldn't move his eyes away anymore.
The Duke's daughter was smiling as she approached from behind. Her exquisite face had a pair of aquamarine eyes that were glowing. Her delicate skin was as white as milk, and her bright golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, tied up with ribbons of different colors.
The white dress was exquisite and exquisite. The bright gold and white base material was decorated with sea-blue and lavender stripes. Pearl, emerald, amber, diamond, and agate rings and necklaces hung on the owner's hands and body respectively. Under the reflection of the sun, she shone like stars.
A bright sapphire pendant was hanging in front of the female knight's chest. Laing could feel the tightness of the fabric. It could only be said that the tailors of the Winford Palace were very skilled, and the quality of the dress was very good. Otherwise, the dress would have been torn apart.
"Suria!" François, Duke of Winford, helplessly called his daughter's name. His voice was full of love.
"Father! Mr. Laing, good afternoon. "The well-dressed female knight lifted her dress and came to the pavilion.
"Mr. Laing, the dwarven miners you mentioned are too strange." The duke's daughter covered her mouth and giggled. "That's the smell of iron ore."
"What's the difference? Aren't they all the people of the mountains? "Laing shrugged. His humorous behavior made the duke and his daughter laugh.
"By the way, how come I don't see Yuri?" Thinking that the girl's father was here, Laing quickly looked away and changed the topic.
"That boy was provoked by you. You finished the trial of the Holy Grail at the age of 24, and he hasn't even started on the path of the Holy Grail yet." The duke smiled. "This made Yuri, who has always regarded you as a strong opponent, feel uncomfortable. So, he went out to train himself a few days after he came back."
"Where did he go? There's no war going on in the kingdom right now. "Laing was a little puzzled.
"Soon. In the northern Arden Forest, Orcs have started appearing at the edge of the forest. Many Ranger Knights and Royal Knights have set up camp at the edge of the forest to eliminate the scattered Orcs to reduce the pressure from the beast tide." The Grand Duke watched his daughter sit down and said, "This year's scouts reported that the Orcs are active. In summer, the scale of the Orc invasion will be huge. Do you intend to participate in the Knight's War?"
"Let's see how it goes. But I plan to participate. I just got here, so I should do something," Laing said after some consideration.
"Then, when the time comes, you can go with Connelly. Connelly is not a guy who is good at military affairs. I can rest assured with you around." Out of habit, Duke Winford arranged the matter. "Let's leave it at that for now. When the king's order is issued, we'll discuss this matter in detail."
"Okay." Laing knew that this was only a verbal agreement. The details had to be discussed later. The Grand Duke had to give him a certificate. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to command a Marquis.
After a pleasant discussion, Laing brought up the matter of eliminating the bandits and said, "It's better to eliminate the bandits sooner rather than later. Let's start as soon as possible."
"Hmm, thank you for your help. If there's any loot in the Fortress, you can distribute it freely. We'll give you an extra reward. Do you need any helpers?" The Grand Duke had a headache dealing with the bandits, so he couldn't do many things himself.
"I don't need too many people, my Duke. I only need some young Knights who are willing to dismount and fight with me to prevent the enemy from escaping." Leon appeared to be very confident, and he was especially confident for no reason. "Also … I don't want money as a reward. My Duke, I heard that you have some pure-blooded elven warhorses in your stable. Can you sell one to me?"
… …
Thus, a day later, Leon was wearing his brand-new psionic power armor and riding on a pure-blooded elven warhorse. He led more than fifty knights and marched on the rugged mountain path of the Oracle Bone Inscriptions Mountains.
To everyone's surprise, the female knight was also fully armed and had followed her into battle. As a result, there were quite a number of knights who came along, especially the young and unmarried ones. After all, it was rare for them to have such a close contact with the Duke's daughter.
Who didn't want to have more contact with Marquis Suria? If they could win the heart of the beauty, it would save them decades of hard work.
The bull knight Baptiste and the stag knight Gaston also came. Baptiste took out a map and said, "Mr. Laing, we've been marching for more than ten hours. The Fortress is on the cliff behind the mountain in front of us."
"Okay, I see." Laing stroked the pure-blooded Elven warhorse's sturdy body and neck. He named his new mount Grape.
After putting on the shiny silver power armor, Pinecone could no longer bear his weight, so he needed to change his mount. The high-quality pure-blooded warhorse of Brittany met his needs. This kind of pure-blooded elven warhorse not only had excellent endurance, explosive power, and endurance, but also had powerful strength and a calm will.
The problem was that it had high requirements for living. It required free rearing and good fodder, a spacious and comfortable stable, and a large grassland where it could roam freely.
If Leon didn't have his own dominion and was still traveling, he wouldn't have dared to buy such a horse. It cost him a thousand crowns, and that was the price Duke Winford offered him as a friend.
"Mr. Laing? Do you have any plans? " Asked a young ranger knight in full plate armor and a kite helmet. The tri-colored feathers on the helmet were waving in the morning breeze. He admired and envied Laing.
Laing remembered that his name was Claude, a distant descendant of a count. He wasn't even 20 years old yet. The moment he saw Laing, he challenged him to a knight duel, which annoyed Laing immensely.
Ever since he came to Brittany, he had been pestered by these knights. A group of people wanted to ride on his reputation, especially since he was the champion of the Chosen of the Lake.
"I don't have any plans to exterminate these bandits. I don't need one," Laing explained after some thought.
"Mr. Laing, it's not that I'm against you, but I have something I want to tell you. Come, take a look." Claude seemed to have been waiting for that. He hurriedly took the map from Baptiste and pointed at the red dot on the map. "Mr. Laing, look. This bandit fort is surrounded by mountains and cliffs. There's only one way to reach the base, but it's a slope filled with all kinds of rocks. I participated in the siege of this fort and we suffered heavy casualties on this slope."
The ranger seemed rather pleased with himself. He thought for a long time before coming up with such a conclusion. He believed that Laing and Suria would see him in a new light.
Surprisingly, Laing remained calm.
He knew that Claude was right, but didn't Laing do his own research?
This was the reason why this bandit's fortress was easy to defend and hard to attack. The knights had paid a heavy price to rush to the gate of the fortress, but they still could not conquer it.
"Oh, Mister Claude, and everyone else, I only have one thing to say about this." Laing suddenly smiled.
"Don't underestimate the champion of the ladies."
… …
The bandits on the mountain soon received the signal that a knight had appeared.
The bandit leader was a burly man in his forties. He lost an eye during the war against the knights. Over the years, he led the serfs who couldn't survive to rob houses and attack caravans. Every time, he would lead his men back to the depths of the mountain before the knights could gather. Vanford's knights had tried many times, but they failed.
His success wasn't by chance. He had the support of the vampires behind him.
More than a decade ago, Duke François led his knights to repel Heinrich Kaimler's undead army and stopped them from joining up with the Blood Red Duke in Connaught. The vampires weren't willing to lose and many of them secretly hid in Vanford. Some of them were tired of the war and wanted to settle down there, but there were also those who didn't give up on their ambition to destroy the duchy.
The bandit leader was one of them. He was only able to survive to this day because of the support of the vampire nobles. That was why he obeyed the vampires' every word.
To be able to be a blood noble's dog! That was the greatest glory of all!
"Boss, the enemy is here! The knights are here again! " A bandit reported immediately, "Our brothers at the lookout post on the mountain saw the knights with their men again."
"Then what are you waiting for?! Get ready for battle! Arrows! Rolling stones! Blockheads! "the bandit leader kicked the newcomer's butt." Go! "
"Yes!" The bandits immediately got to work. They had many weapons in their hands and some of them even started a fire. They poured baskets of feces into a big pot and burned it until it was boiling hot. They were ready to pour the feces into the pot when the knights attacked the castle.
The castle was about six to seven meters high and was built with a combination of heavy stone and wood. It was the bandit's home. There were about 50 bandits gathered here. With the secret support of the vampires, they had good equipment and even a few hard bows and crossbows.
The heavy castle gate was closed by the bandits. The gate was heavy and reinforced in many places. Many knights had successfully attacked the gate, but they couldn't do anything about it.
The bows and crossbows were carried up the tower in bundles.
By the time Laing and the others arrived at the bottom of the castle, the bandits were already fully prepared.
"Boss, it's the Holy Grail Knight!" a bandit said quickly when he saw the outfit of the leader. He was so scared that his legs turned to jelly.
"What are you afraid of! You trash! "the bandit leader shouted angrily." The Holy Grail Knight is also a human. Hit him hard! Use the bows and arrows! "
The leader's roar suppressed the fear of the bandits to a large extent, but they didn't know that this was the first time the leader had met the Holy Grail Knight.
The Knight of the Holy Grail walked to the entrance of the ramp in front of the fortress alone. He stood 200 steps away from the gate of the fortress, which happened to be out of the range of the crossbows. More than 50 knights followed behind him.
He was wearing a very gorgeous full-body armor. The armor was silver-gray, and the family crest of the Holy Grail Knight was engraved on the top of the armor. In addition, there were some scriptures engraved on the surface of the armor that couldn't be seen clearly.
The Holy Grail Knight didn't wear a helmet, revealing his handsome face. He had blue eyes and black hair that was parted in the middle. He raised his war hammer and put it on the ground, issuing a final warning to the bandits.
"Lady's Champion, Baron Jean, Holy Grail Knight Laing Macado, is warning everyone in the castle. I will give you one minute to open the gate and surrender immediately," the Holy Grail Knight said righteously.
"Hahahahaha!" The bandits on the fortress burst into laughter. Many of them laughed so hard that tears came out of their eyes. The bandits didn't give any answer to the knights. Instead, they used simple slingshots to throw a lot of things out of the fortress.
There was feces, all kinds of debris, and the heads of some dead soldiers.
The young Ranger Knights even saw the heads of a few knights. Their faces were still filled with the fear of death. Many of the Ranger Knights were already red in the face, but they were stopped by Leon. "Wait here!"
"Sir Laing? Are you going to negotiate with them alone? They are not trustworthy! These despicable and shameless bastards will only end up with our swords drinking their blood! "A Ranger Knight yelled.
Laing's reaction was still very calm. "Who said I'm going to negotiate with them? If they really want to negotiate with us, I'll have a headache. "
"What I mean is, get ready for battle and wait here."
"When the gate of the castle is broken, you know what to do."
As soon as his voice fell, Laing walked alone, holding his warhammer, along the hillside, toward the castle.
In the next three minutes, all the Brittany knights witnessed a scene that stunned them.
On top of the fortress, the bandits were shooting arrows crazily. Thirty to forty bandits were using javelins together to attack the newly promoted Holy Grail Knight. The concentrated javelins had always been a powerful weapon against the charge of these knights.
The remaining bandits used a few hard bows to attack Laing, and the sharp arrows flew straight toward Baron Jean.
There were also falling stones and rolling logs. The bandits kept throwing these defensive materials from the castle, trying to make Laing retreat.
But it was useless.
Any attack was ineffective.
The flying javelins were blocked by Laing's psionic shield and fell to the ground one after another.
Laing smashed the falling rocks and rolling wood with his hammer, unable to cause any damage to him.
The arrows shot from the bow could not stop Laing's footsteps at all. These laughable attacks could not even touch his armor.
All that was left was the sound of his heavy steps.
Step by step, the Knight of the Holy Grail walked up the ramp. His steps were like a tightened noose on the execution ground, making the bandits unable to breathe.
He gradually approached the door.
The desperate bandits poured boiling feces from the gatehouse. The stench drowned their sense of smell. This was the ultimate skill of the bandits. The knights were extremely afraid of this disgusting thing. Once their wounds were infected, they would die easily. They were also extremely unwilling to let their family coat of arms and armor be covered by the filth.
It was still useless. The Holy Grail Knight waved his finger, and a light blue energy burned in his hand. The hot feces was blocked and even evaporated when it was still far away from him.
The bandit leader shouted, "Go to the gate, go to the gate, hold on! Hold on! "
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!" Many bandits held wooden planks, tables, chairs, and even other things, all of which were behind the heavy wooden door.
"Bang!" The heavy wooden door made a loud noise, and the bandits behind the wooden door all flew out and fell to the ground.
The fortress was shaking, and the hillside was trembling. Waves of echoes echoed in the mountain range, sounding the death knell of the bandits.
"Hold on!!!" The bandit leader rushed toward the gate, using his own body to hold the gate. Seeing this, the bandits collectively used their bodies to hold the gate again.
"Bang!!" With a second loud bang, the twenty or so bandits blocking the entrance were sent flying again. They fell to the ground in a mess. The bandit leader swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He endured the soreness in his body and forced himself to raise his head.
The log that tied the gate had been severely deformed.
Outside the gate, Laing raised his hammer again expressionlessly.
“boom！！！” The gate of the fortress exploded and collapsed. A silver-gray figure appeared in front of all the bandits. With the afternoon sun behind him, he was like an ancient god descending to the mortal world again. "Good afternoon, Mr. Bandits?"
"Surrender! We surrender!!! "
…
Prime material universe, the world of Amegiddon.
A fierce battle was raging on the surface of the planet. The demons from the subspace roared and charged at the human camp like a red tide.
Half of the planet was submerged in a sea of blood, turning it into a demonic realm. In the demonic realm, the Khoroge and Tzeki armies were fighting each other. At the same time, they were also attacking the human camp.
There was only war in the endless future.
Amidst a valley, explosions and psionic flares lit up the sky above Amidji Dudon. The Dark Angels of the human empire were engaged in a bloody battle with the fallen Black Star Troopers, the World Eaters. The Dark Angel Grand Tutor Azriel kept firing his boltgun. For the past ten thousand years, the Dark Angels had never felt such relief and fanaticism.
Their original bodies had returned! Their Majesty had returned!
Just like ten thousand years ago, the great Emperor had once again generously forgiven the Dark Angels for their sins. This allowed the Unforgivable Legion to finally let go of the heavy burden they had been carrying for the past ten thousand years.
Of course, the Emperor's forgiveness did not mean that they would give up their pursuit of the Fallen Angels. Azriel swore in the name of his original body that all the Fallen Angels would pay for their sins!
The fallen Black Star Troopers faced great pressure. Their opponents were not only the Dark Angels, but also the Emperor's Royal Guards and the Fist of the Empire. It was only a matter of time before the Black Star Troopers were defeated.
On the main battlefield, on top of countless Fist of the Empire's corpses, the battle was coming to an end.
The King of Humans' long black hair fluttered in the wind. He held a flaming greatsword in his hand, and his eyes were cold. The King of Humans was not injured, but there were many sparks on his golden armor. The original body of the Dark Angel, Leon El Zhuang Sen, also had several small wounds on his body.
Opposite the Emperor and Zhuang Sen was a fallen original body covered in blood.
"Leon! Last hit! "
"Oh!!!"
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