PS. This chapter is 5,300 words long. I hope you enjoy reading it!
PS2: I saw someone complain that the Red Duke was weak. What I wanted to say was that the main character was already very strong. Also, the Red Duke himself wasn't particularly strong. If you look closely at the history I described earlier, the Red Duke had already been defeated many times. He was only able to escape quickly.
As long as the Sorceress's teleportation spell was interrupted, these people would not be able to escape today. Man Frey's face was full of hatred. This was the second time. This time, he must kill Laing!
At this moment, Laing moved. His whole body was filled with powerful psionic energy. His eyes were covered by a vortex of psionic energy.
He was recalling the psionic skills that the Emperor had taught him. Ever since he was tricked by Man Frey, he had been planning to give the vampire count a hard time. Now, this plan had come.
The Emperor knew this ability, Magician Macado knew it, and Laing had no reason not to. However, this ability consumed too much energy. He could only use it once in a battle.
"Kill him! Kill Laing Macado! For Abo Wallace! "The Blood Knights gathered. Five or six spears stabbed toward Laing together.
The tips of the spears stabbed forward at the same time. However, something that shocked all of the Blood Knights happened. Leon's body exploded in the light blue spiritual light and turned into countless pieces. The spears seemed to have hit him, but there was nothing in front of them.
This scene stunned everyone who was in the middle of the battle.
There were three seconds before the teleportation spell was activated.
Then, all the shining pieces suddenly appeared behind Man Frey. It was Laing! He had unbelievably traveled through space. The Vengeance pierced through Man Frey's chest from behind. Black blood splattered.
There were two seconds before the teleportation spell was activated.
"Ahhh!" Man Frey was heavily injured. He clutched his chest. His attack was interrupted. Laing immediately pulled out the Vengeance and shouted, "Al Frey, Jerrold! Let's go! "
Man Frey was thrown towards the Blood Knights by Laing. Al Frey and Jerrold immediately gave up the fight. They took a hit from the back and jumped towards Teresa. The Blood Knights were knocked down by Man Frey.
There was one second left before Teleport was activated.
"Go!" Teresa reluctantly raised her staff, and the teleportation spell she had prepared for a long time finally took effect. The three men touched the sorceress's staff together.
Yellow light illuminated the campsite.
Then, everything returned to silence.
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Bordero Principality, Turris Castle.
A yellow teleportation light shone in the middle of the castle, and several people landed on the ground from the void.
"Who is it?!" The appearance of these strangers caused the guards of the castle to be extremely vigilant. The Sea God Knights completely surrounded the newcomers and unsheathed their weapons.
"It's me!" Of the four people who fell, only one stood up. The badge of the Holy Grail Knight on his chest indicated his identity. The Sea God Knights immediately bowed and saluted. "Your Excellency Laing!"
"We need a doctor here!" Laing stood up with difficulty and shouted at the nearby soldiers. Teresa's magic power couldn't support long-distance teleportation, so Laing had already planned to teleport directly into Turris Castle.
Many castles didn't welcome uninvited teleporters and had restrictions, but Laing was prepared in advance.
Teresa had used too much magic power and had completely fainted. Al Frey lay on the grass in the castle with lifeless eyes. He said weakly to his side, "Are you dead?"
"He's not dead yet!" Gerrod gritted his teeth in reply.
"Laing! Jerrold! " François and Bodrick rushed over, and several Lake God Prophets and doctors immediately stopped the bleeding for Al Frey and Jerrold.
There were also Lake God Prophets who tried to heal Laing, but Laing waved his hand and indicated that he didn't need it.
He took out the head of the Blood Red Duke and the Sword of Aquitaine.
"This is?!" François and Bodrick's eyes widened. "The head of the Red Duke?!"
"I've finished him." Laing picked up Teresa and whispered, "In the name of the Lady, I've finished him completely."
"The Blood Red Duke has been beheaded, and the siege weapons have been completely destroyed." François stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes. "We've won this war! Laing, well done! "
"You've worked hard, Laing." Bodrick couldn't help but smile. This was the best news he'd heard in a while.
"You've worked hard too, Jerrold and Al Frey." François nodded.
"It's my duty to fight for the Lady." Jerrold was very weak. Among the few people who participated in the mission, he was the most seriously injured. He was covered in blood. The Lake God Prophet checked and knew that Jerrold had gone through a tough battle. The deepest wound was only a few centimeters away from his heart.
Al Frey's injuries were better. The Sacred Samurai was a class that was particularly resistant to attacks. At the most critical moment, he activated Divine Shield and saved his life. However, his Sacred Samurai plate armor was completely destroyed, and the damaged shield was simply thrown into the vampires' siege camp.
Teresa was in Laing's arms. The Chosen of the Lake Goddess Champion looked at the pale and unconscious sorceress and sighed softly. Teresa was willing to go to the front line with him and stay behind to cover him. In order to cover him, she even overdrew the power of her blood to fight Frey.
The sorceress had never expressed her feelings in words, but her actions had told Laing everything she wanted to say.
"Your lover? She's a powerful wizard. " François saw Laing untie the sorceress's leather coat, help her take off her boots and cotton socks, and carry her to the bed that was originally arranged for Laing to rest, so he said with a smile.
The Duke himself had several female courtiers, including the Lake Goddess Prophet who healed everyone. She was also his lover. Francois didn't find anything wrong with this, but he was a little curious. As the champion of the Chosen of the Lake Goddess, why didn't Leon choose the Lake Goddess Prophet to serve him?
But since the Lake Goddess didn't say anything, François didn't ask.
"Not yet." Laing shook his head gently. Teresa's body was seriously overdrawn. The sorceress might need to rest for several months.
There was still an army of vampires outside the city, and Laing and the rest were injured, so they couldn't leave the castle for the time being. They could only settle down and wash their wounds with the water blessed by the Lake God Prophet to prevent the vampires' swords from being poisoned or corroded.
After Laing took a bath and changed his clothes, François was already waiting for him in his bedroom. "How are you, Laing? Are you okay? I want to take this opportunity to talk to you. "
"I'm fine. I'm not badly hurt." Laing shook his head. He had some minor injuries, but they didn't hinder him.
The room in Turis Castle was very simple. There were only some basic necessities and furniture. The servants brought in a lot of white bread, vegetables, and meat. François stroked his beard elegantly. He was wearing a blue full-body mithril plate armor with white stripes and a shiny gown. He couldn't hide his praise and love for Laing. The more he looked at his future son-in-law, the more he liked him. "Laing, you've surprised me again and again. This time, your position as Count is secured."
Laing wolfed down the food. The high-intensity battle made him hungry, but after hearing François's words, Laing stopped. He took out a napkin and wiped his mouth. "Killing the Blood Duke is indeed a great achievement, but … will Richard be willing to promote me again? Last time, when I saved Princess Morgiana from Man Frey, His Majesty didn't react at all. "
"What? Do you feel unbalanced? " François laughed. "You're the Chosen One champion and have the Lady's Tower. Are you still not satisfied?"
"If I win, I'll sit; if I lose, I won't sit." Laing softly said a famous quote from the Emperor.
What this meant was that fighting against darkness and eliminating evil was nothing to write home about because that was the foundation of our survival in this world. Similarly, failure wasn't something to be explained because one had to bear the consequences of failure themselves.
"I'm just confused. Our Majesty didn't react to my previous achievements, so why are you so sure that I'll be promoted to Count this time?" Laing asked.
"You can understand this layer of meaning. Laing, you've surprised me again." François nodded. The Duke said, "But you've clearly misunderstood something. Our Majesty can choose not to reward you for saving Morgiana, but you killed the Blood Red Duke and burned the siege weapons of the vampires. Our Majesty has to reward you, and he must reward you handsomely."
"You still have to ask me, my Duke." Laing's expression became serious. He solemnly asked François to teach him.
Laing was very experienced and mature in the ways of the world, but he was still far from François when it came to the game between nobles and the politics of the court.
"You saved Morgiana. It's not difficult to reward you, but what about after the reward? How does our Majesty balance his power? The power between the Lake Goddess Witches and the King has always been obscure. Usually, the power between the King and the Lake Goddess Witches is very vague. The two sides don't interfere with each other. The King is the leader, and the Lake Goddess Witches are the assistants. But don't forget that the Lake Goddess Witches have dethroned the King more than once and appointed a new King. "François's sea blue eyes were full of wisdom.
Laing suddenly understood. "Yes, everyone has their own business. I only saw that I saved Morgiana, but I didn't notice the balance between the King and the Lake Goddess Witches."
"Yes, in a way, Richard will even be grateful to you. Because of Princess Morgiana's injury, he has more freedom. But if he rewards you, how will the court balance the power? If you sit in my position for 20 years, you won't have so many questions. " François was never stingy with his advice to Laing. "But on the other hand, you killed the Blood Red Duke, so our King has to do something. Laing, let me ask you, who gives the King his power?"
"Traditionally, the King's power comes from the Lady." Laing chose the most standard answer.
François curled up the corner of his mouth. "Laing, your words are not completely correct. Yes, the King is given by the Lady, but the King's power is given by all the nobles in the kingdom. If Richard can't get the support and support of the nobles, then what's the point of him being a King if he can't even command a team of knights?"
"Every knight in Brittany forms the entire noble system of the kingdom. If you want to command all the knights in the kingdom, it doesn't depend on whether you have the title of King or not. It depends on whether you can convince everyone in the kingdom." François sat on the chair and whispered to Laing, "The power is in the subordinates, not in the superiors. Otherwise, the King's title is just a castle in the sky."
"So, in the knight's war in the Arden Forest, I advised you to take a step back because you didn't have enough power to fight for anything. But this time, I think you should take a step forward. The Blood Red Duke brought us too many painful memories. Your killing of him was expected by everyone, so you should get what you want. Otherwise, all the knights in the kingdom will have objections. Richard only had a little bit of power in the first place. With his intelligence, he knew that not only did he have to reward you, but he also had to make an exception for you. Only then would the nobles in the kingdom be satisfied. We should take a step forward, Laing." François smiled.
"I see."
Inside the city, Laing and François were having a secret conversation. Outside the city, in the camp of the vampire army.
Man Frey clutched his chest in pain. A terrible wound was left on the vampire count's chest after he was stabbed in the back. The white flame of purification seeped into his body through his bones and rotten flesh. No matter what the vampire count did, he couldn't extinguish the terrible flame. In the end, when the flame burned close to his heart, Man Frey had no choice but to cut off his wrist. He tore off all the flesh that was burned by the flame and gasped for air.
"The Red Duke is dead. His soul has been destroyed. He can never be resurrected." The death of the Red Duke shocked the vampire forces of Muxilon. Lich King Akerman had no choice but to rush to the frontline.
"Laing Macado and his companions have teleported into Turis Castle!" Man Frey clutched his chest. There was a terrible wound on the vampire count's chest. He struggled to say, "The siege weapons have been destroyed. We can't take down Turis Castle!"
"Ahhh! It's Laing Macado again! " Lich King Akerman leaned on his staff. His voice was filled with anger. "Time after time, he always foiled my plans … To be able to kill the Red Duke, that team of Blood Knights must have been destroyed by him as well."
"He's injured now and trapped in Turis Castle … Akerman, this is a chance, a good chance. We've lost the war, but we can still make this country feel pain, especially Laing Macado!" Man Frey roared unwillingly. He gave a suggestion. "Let's break camp tonight and go through Chalon Forest. We'll slaughter Laing Macado's entire territory! We'll give him a painful memory that he'll never forget! "
Lich King Akerman hesitated. The green flames in his eyes swayed back and forth. He couldn't make up his mind. Turis Castle had tens of thousands of troops, elite defenses, and dwarf cannons. There was also François, a Holy Grail Knight, guarding it. The Green Knights had also just appeared here. They couldn't take down Turis Castle anymore.
On the contrary, Baron Jean's elites had all left. The defense of the territory was empty. Even Laing himself had come to the frontline.
Lich King had always suspected that Morgiana might be recuperating in Baron Jean's territory.
Akerman's heart was wavering. Seeing Man Frey's determination, he finally nodded. "Let's do as you say."
"But before that, let's find a way to fool the defenders."
…
At the same time, inside Xia Long Forest, three gold lights descended from the sky. Beneath the forest, the World Eater Gene Prototype An Gelang was waiting with two of the king's royal guards. "Father, Mister Cole, and … Kiliman?"
The tall figure of the King of Humans landed on the ground. His expression was solemn. A supreme majesty rotated around him. Extreme Warrior Gene Prototype Kirman let out an incredulous cry. "An … Angelang? God! Oh, I … I really don't know what to say … "
Seeing that Angelang had returned to his original appearance, Kirman's eyes were filled with tears.
"Hey, Kirman, you're a regent now. Why are you still like that sissy Fu Gen who likes to be emotional?" Angelang was in high spirits. He gave Kirman a warm hug. "It's nice to meet you, my brother."
In the huge machine, Fu Gen, who had already become a demon, was still screaming.
"I'm also … very happy, Angelang." Kirman hugged him warmly. Angelang patted Kirman's shoulder hard, and the Seiko power armor made a noise.
"Where's Laing?" The King saw his two sons hugging each other. His eyes moved. He looked away.
"Laing went to the front line to fight the vampire army." Angelang let go of Kirman and spoke to the King of Humans.
"It's okay," the King said calmly. "We have other things to do this time. We're not in a hurry to go back. It's okay to wait a few days."
"Then, follow me. I recently got some fat tuna and some coffee beans from the south." Angelang signaled for everyone to follow him. The two imperial guards lifted the huge machine that sealed Fu Gen and followed their footsteps.
The group came to the safe house in the forest valley. The sky was already a little bright. Angelang led the King and the others to sit in the open-air courtyard by the stream. He boiled the water, ground the coffee beans, and served the King and Kirman two cups of warm coffee. "Come, father, Kirman."
It was early summer. The birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. A gentle breeze blew through the forest. Kirman raised his cup and took a sip of coffee. He sighed. "It's so beautiful. I feel like I'm back in Makurag."
The Emperor, on the other hand, was looking at Angelang's collection. There were all kinds of skulls placed everywhere. He took a sip of coffee. Even the Lord of Humans had not tasted coffee in its original flavor for many years. "Not bad, Angelang. You know how to make coffee now too."
"Really? Hehehe! " Angelang was like a kid who was praised by an adult. He couldn't help but feel complacent, which was very strange for a 2 m tall man. However, Angelang was really like a kid who longed for his father's approval and praise.
After a while, the imperial guard placed a large bowl of milky white fish soup in the middle of the wooden table.
"Try my cooking. Father, Kirman, this is tuna fish head soup. The grilled fish steak will be served soon."
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