PS: Everyone knows what happened recently, so I won't say much. Four chapters have been blocked from the public. I'll try my best to write lightly during this period. I also hope that the readers will be more tolerant and not be too harsh on me.
PS2: The update is late because the starting point has collapsed. I can't log in. There's no other way.
PS3: Because of the website, the chapters before May 20th are all gone. I don't know if they can be restored.
Above the ruins of Richard's Castle, Matthew Bard's room.
The Black Knight Matthew Bard sat in the room. The wind of the undead raged around him. Muxilon's face was very pale, even a little purple. He closed his eyes and sat on a seat decorated with many gorgeous gems.
Akerham's gift, the Black Grail Knights, had all died in battle. All of their power had flowed back to Matthew Bard. The power, battle skills, and experience of more than a dozen Grail Knights flowed back to Matthew Bard.
Relying on so much energy and experience, Ma Xiubard finally broke through to the Sanctuary-realm as he wished. However, this strength did not belong to him after all. What Ma Xiubard had to do was to fuse and comprehend it and make it his own.
He needed time to digest it, and the army of the undead that had suffered heavy losses also needed time to replenish. Now, there was a huge pit of corpses outside Richard's Castle. The new undead army was being resurrected and assembled. Merovin, the mad duke, was dead. Matthew Bard now lacked an undead lord who could take charge.
Matthew Bard was waiting. Muxilon's Viper had ordered that no one was to disturb him.
Muxilon's Viper closed his eyes. From time to time, the sad face of his father, Lauen Leo Cornwall, flashed in his mind.
Did father really regret it? Matthew Bard thought more than once.
But that was not important. Duke Muxilon sneered in his heart. He was Lauen's son and the rightful heir to his title, the regent of the kingdom, and the candidate for the throne.
Since Lauen's fate was unknown, as Lauen's son, he naturally had the right to inherit everything.
Then, he would become the king, go to the Grail Cathedral, and expose the true nature of the bitch in the lake!
"Caw ~ Caw ~ Caw ~" Just as Matthew Bard closed his eyes to feel the power of the dead Knights of the Black Holy Grail, a two-headed crow landed on the window of his room.
"You succeeded?" Matthew Bard immediately realized something as he sat in the shadows.
"As I said, this is a transaction. In order for you to see the sincerity of the great Master of Fate, we will help you a little this time." The two-headed raven looked a little disheveled. It looked very old, so old that it could barely stand. There were only a few feathers left on its wings. When it heard Matthew Bad's words, it opened its mouth and said, "I completely destroyed the Spire Palace and defeated Laing Macado and his army. He has now fled to the Chalon Forest."
"Repel?" Matthew Bard instinctively frowned. That was not what he wanted!
However, Mu Xilong's venomous snake immediately realized that Demon Tzeentch's army would never go all out for him. There was no reason for them to do so, just like how he refused to believe any news about Demon Tzeentch.
They were just collaborators. If Great Demon Tzeentch wanted the Holy Relic, Ma Xiubad could give it to him. If Laing -Macado needed someone to deal with him, Tzeentch's Demon Army could provide help.
Humph! I'll make use of these Chaos scum for the time being! Matthew Bard narrowed his eyes. The situation was critical at that time, so he made this choice for the time being. When he took control of this country, the Chaos would no longer have anything to do with him.
"I need you and your army to stop Laing -Macado and the possible reinforcements from the south." Matthew Bard put forward his conditions.
"Okay, then I need the Lion Lance." The two-headed crow whispered, "If you want to borrow our power, you will have to pay a price. Mu Xilong's venomous snake, the great Master of Fate is not someone a mortal like you can test."
The Lion Lance?! Matthew Bard frowned when he heard that.
The Lion Lance was in his hands. After defeating Lauren, Matthew Bard did not get the Sword of Kurona, but the Lion Lance did fall into his hands.
Matthew Bard hesitated. Although he hated Lauren, he never denied that Lauren was his father, and all his actions could be understood as him claiming his legitimate rights. Because he was Lauren's son, he had a weak claim. If Lauren had not appointed an heir, he could start a war and claim that he was the rightful heir to all of Lauren's inheritance. This was also his greatest asset to inherit the throne, and it was his bloodline.
For example, if Laing suddenly died, even if he and Suria's son Devenhill had a strong claim, Laing and Emmanuel's son Frey Derick could still declare that he was the rightful heir by starting a war.
Therefore, Matthew Bard believed that he was the rightful owner of the Lion Lance.
However, he could not ignore the great demon Tzeentch's request. Matthew Bard knew that he was very weak now, and the undead army was also very weak. Merovin had died in battle, and it would take time to rebuild the undead army.
A group of bats flew by outside the window, making a lot of noise.
The two-headed raven stared at Matthew Bard. Its meaning was clear. The previous help was free, and it was a small gift from Saint Tzeentch. But after that, it would not be so good.
This was part of the deal, and the Chaos Evil God Tzeentch had already shown his sincerity.
"Can you give me some time to think about it?" Matthew Bard still did not want to hand over the Lion Lance.
"Yes, but you must do it as soon as possible." The two-headed raven did not overreact. It shook its head, and magic flowed in its blue eyes. "Also, the Duke of Muxilon's Crown and the Light of the Unbreakable Lake. This is also part of the deal."
"Why do you want the holy items? What use do they have for you? "Matthew Bard asked deliberately." I don't understand. "
"This is the order of my lord. Gather thirteen holy items." The two-headed raven did not seem to want to answer this question. "Thirteen lances and the Duke of Muxilon's Crown. This is part of the plan."
"You didn't tell me the truth."
"You don't need to know the truth, mortal. You become king, and we get the holy items. This is a deal."
The two-headed raven flew away from the window, but there was still a large group of bats flying by outside. Matthew Bard's eyes were wandering, and he fell into hesitation.
Obviously, the great demon Tzeentch, the Weaver of Fate, Carlos, came with a great mission. Muxilon's viper had a premonition that if Carlos gathered the thirteen lances and the Duke of Muxilon's Crown, something terrible would happen in the mortal world.
As long as he did not gather all of them, Matthew Bard could only convince himself.
What he did not notice was that a group of bats flew by the window outside the room again, and then left Richard Castle and flew into the distance.
… I am the dividing line of a deal …
Late March, in the Chalon Forest, the camp of the Southern Knights. It was early spring, and the night was as cold as water.
The campfire burned quietly in the damp forest ground, making crackling sounds. Waves of cold wind blew from the forest, and there seemed to be some kind of extremely terrifying sound in the dark forest. Simple tents were set up, and the wood elves patrolled the periphery, while the army inside seized the time to rest.
Almost all of the serf soldiers were injured. They used bandages and precious medicine to treat their injuries, and sat together in twos and threes to eat dinner. The army's supplies were relatively plentiful, with meat and vegetables. They boiled water, put black bread in a pot, and boiled it until it was soft. Then, they added a small amount of grains and fresh vegetables for dinner.
Most of the people were silent. Occasionally, some of the injured serfs would let out a low cry. Most of the injured had been treated, but there was no doubt that many of them had lost their arms, legs, or eyes. What awaited them was forced to retire and return to Laing's territory with a pension.
Many of the serfs could not accept this. Many of the injured serfs shed tears. They would rather die in battle than be crippled.
The tall shrubs and leaves of the deciduous forest were covered in dew. Drop by drop, the dew fell on the muddy forest ground, and also on the hearts of the people.
The Steeple Palace had been destroyed, and the entire castle had been melted. The Steeple Palace, which had lasted a day and a night against the Undead Army, had only lasted for two hours before collapsing. Many of the soldiers could not accept this at all.
The only thing worth celebrating was that Laing's army did not suffer too many casualties. When the Zech army saw that the army was retreating, they did not pursue. Therefore, almost all of the soldiers who did not die in battle successfully retreated through the pontoon bridge.
After putting a few pieces of whole-wheat bread into a bubbling iron pot, and adding a piece of pork bone and a few pieces of pig meat, the company commander of the halberd company, Raymond, sat on a rock. He was very lucky that only a piece of skin was scratched on his back. This was very lucky for a soldier like Raymond who had been in the army for many years.
Being able to eat so much meat was naturally not something an ordinary soldier could enjoy. The commander of the Chalon forest patrol camp, Lord Bertrand, sat across from him. The forty year old Green Arrow sighed, shook his head, and picked up a bowl to taste the meat soup.
Seeing that Raymond did not do anything, Bertrand smiled. "Don't you want to eat?"
"Many of my brothers have died, so I don't have much appetite." Raymond was indeed a bit hungry, but he also didn't have much of an appetite. During the battle against the Tzeich army, a serf soldier who was on good terms with him and lived next to the fugitive slave's dormitory was turned into a pile of charred ash right in front of Raymond.
After hearing this, Bertrand continued to eat. Lord Winford smiled bitterly. "Raymond boy, there are always casualties in a war. Let me tell you, six hundred casualties in this battle is already very light. Her Highness Morgiana's magic has saved many lives!"
"… That, Sir Bertrand?"
"Hmm?"
"That is … the Chaos Demon? Aren't they too powerful? "Raymond saw that there was no one around and asked carefully." Do Chaos Demons really exist? "
"Shut up! Raymond boy! " Bertrand's face immediately changed when he heard Raymond's question. The two long whiskers under his nose trembled a few times. "This is not something you should be concerned about. Be careful with your words! Otherwise, if you disappear into thin air one day, I will not try to save you! "
"Ah! Yes, I know. " Raymond was startled. He suddenly realized what a terrible thing he had done. He quickly lowered his head to show that he was wrong.
Bertrand still wanted to say something, but a kingdom knight wearing a full plate armor and a tattered robe approached from afar. "Bertrand? Are you there? "
"Yes, I'm here, Mr. Leofric. What can I do for you?" Bertrand quickly put down the empty bowl and stood up. At the same time, he gave Raymond a warning look. Then he stood up and greeted the knight. "I'm here."
The knight who came was Leofric Kallar, the champion of the last knight conference. He looked at the group of soldiers who were cooking whole-wheat bread, pork, and vegetables with some disdain. However, when he remembered that Bertrand was a person that Duke François appreciated, he could only try to make himself as pleasant as possible. "We are going to have a meeting. Mr. Laing asked about your whereabouts. Come with me."
"Yes, sir!" Bertrand hurriedly responded. He immediately followed Leofric and left the camp.
Seeing Bertrand leaving like this, the soldiers' faces were full of envy. Although Bertrand seemed to be humble in front of Leofric, it was an honor that no serf could imagine to be able to speak to Leofric as an equal.
Bertrand followed Leofric to the other side of the camp. This was where the knights lived. A huge tent stood in the middle of the camp. When Bertrand opened the tent curtain, the Grail Knights and the great nobles were already seated. The only seat left for Bertrand was closest to the entrance of the tent. He hurriedly sat down.
The atmosphere in the tent was obviously a bit gloomy. Laing stood in front of the long table and looked at the map. Morgiana, in a spiral lily dress, sat on his right, and the sorceress Teresa, in a black leather suit and high-heeled boots, sat on his left.
"… Losing the Spire Palace means that our plan to reclaim Mu Xilon has failed." Laing saw Bertrand and nodded. He then said, "The appearance of the Tzeentch's army is really strange. Normally, the undead and the Chaos are not friends but enemies. Therefore, I have to take full responsibility for the loss of the Spire Palace. I was not prepared. I accept criticism and criticism."
The knights had many theories, but generally, they did not think that it was Laing's fault. The appearance of the Tzeentch's army was too sudden and too inexplicable. It could not be helped that the army was defeated when they were caught off guard.
Needless to say, the Chaos army was very powerful. Even the most elite troops of the elves and dwarves would have a hard time dealing with an organized army of Chaos demons, not to mention that Laing's army had many serfs. It was normal for them to lose, but it would be a miracle if they could win.
"This is not your fault, Laing. None of us would have thought that a Tzeentch demon would lead an entire army of Tzeentch's army to Mu Xilon." Morgiana shook her head. She sat sideways on the chair and held the Holy Grail in her hand. "The Chaos demons will not easily enter the mortal world. They must have their reasons for doing so."
"The Chaos demons' reasons …" The Grail knight, Fedmond, the son of Duke Bodrick, pondered. "There are usually two reasons why the Chaos demons would descend into the mortal world. The first is to destroy, and the second is to find or destroy something designated by an evil god."
Jerrold nodded. He was also frowning. This royal knight with the title of Paladin was pale. He had been injured by the Tzeentch demon in the previous battle and had not recovered yet. "If it is to destroy, then the Tzeentch army will not give up on pursuing us."
"Then it is to destroy something?" Armand lowered his head in thought. He asked doubtfully, "The Chaos wants to destroy the Spire Palace?"
"It doesn't look like it." Laing shook his head.
Everyone was puzzled.
The sorceress Teresa suddenly said.
"Laing, do you think the undead are colluding with the Chaos? Forming an alliance? "
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