Hail the King

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The west of the imperial capital.

The majestic eleven black giant towers of the Knights' Palace stand majestically.

In the spacious hall on the first floor of the black main tower in the center, under the two lifelike statues of giant knights straddling horses and wielding swords with a height of 100 meters, a stalwart figure stands with his back, and the bright red cloak is completely spread out to set off. This figure was as tall as a mountain, and a calm, innate noble and majestic atmosphere permeated invisible.

"grown ups!"

The six figures knelt down on the ground of Guanghua without daring to come out.

It was the Six Judgment Knights who just returned from No.

"Well, the second knight, I force you to come back, but you are not convinced?" Wei An's figure did not look back, his long golden hair quietly fell down the bright red cloak, hanging down to his waist, his voice It has a power to affect the mind.

"Subordinates...don't dare!"

A trace of unwillingness and hatred flashed in the eyes of the second knight, but this unwillingness and hatred were quickly replaced by deep fear and awe. He did not dare to disobey and offend him in the slightest. In front of other people, he is the second most important figure in the top ten ruling knights of the Imperial Knights' Hall, but as long as this stalwart figure in front of him is willing, he will not hesitate to give up a small thought. Lose everything without suspense.

"Oh, don't you dare? Is that really a dissatisfaction?" The figure behind the giant statue of the knight riding the horse asked lightly.

"No... no, my subordinate... this subordinate is just..." The second [Slaughter Knight]'s heart tightened, and he didn't know how to explain it.

"Okay! No need to explain! Huh, my taboo, you all know that anyone who dares to extend their tentacles to the Imperial Knights Hall must be prepared to be destroyed... This time, you really think that I am a little bit confused. Don't you know?" The figure of Wei An suddenly turned around, under the long golden hair was a strange black mask, his face could not be seen clearly, but there was a chilling light in those sky blue pupils: "It seems that the knight The temple has been quiet for too long, and some people have already forgotten those bloody lessons before. The second knight, why did you embarrass King Chambord? How dare you openly destroy the fairness of the duel on the sword-testing platform before tens of thousands of people, do you want to challenge Is it the majesty of the law promulgated by His Majesty Yassin?"

The second [Slaughter Knight] was shocked, and quickly lowered his head and fell to the ground.

"Hmph, the reputation of the Knights of the Imperial Knights Hall is shamed by your actions!" Gao Dawei'an turned around at the sound of a series of footsteps and walked towards the far gate of the hall. A tumbling river of blood rolled through the hall.

"The second knight, the fourth knight, the fifth knight, the three of you did not conform to the rules of the knight, and you will be imprisoned in the black prison for thirty days. The third knight, the sixth knight, and the eighth knight, the three of you will also be sent to the black prison. Imprisonment for ten days!"

When the figure covered by the bloody cloak disappeared, his voice still echoed in the hall.

No one dared to question such an order.

"Obey, my lord!" The six knelt down to accept the order.

Suddenly, a red flame flashed from the ground, covering the six people, and the hard ground of Guanghua became soft like a swamp with water temperature, and the bodies of the six people gradually sank, and soon disappeared. Disappeared, the figures of the six people disappeared completely.

The whole hall suddenly disappeared, and there was an indescribable emptiness and coldness.

In the main hall, hundreds of stone pillars carved with stone paintings and patterns of various knights wielding swords and fighting stand toweringly, telling scenes of the past or the past, and in the center of the whole hall, the two 100-meter-high stone pillars The sculpture of a white knight riding a horse and fencing is unusually tall and eye-catching. The statue exudes an indescribable atmosphere of justice and pity, but the white stone giant sword in the knight's hand seems to have been polluted by something, with a slight black tint. Like stains of rust.

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The main gate of the vast and magnificent city wall of Imperial St. Petersburg is the enemy building.

The young emperor god Andre Arsha looked silently at the towering No. 1 sword testing platform three miles away. His eyes traveled through a distance of a thousand meters and focused on the figure with open arms embracing the world. ...

Around the young military god, there are a lot of armored warriors respecting and concentrating.

There was an inexplicable depression in the air.

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it... His strength has reached such a terrifying level. Could it be that there is such an incredible genius in this world?

Arsha gently stroked the icy battlements of the city wall with his palm, and his heart was churning with an emotion that he didn't even understand. He was in charge of the empire's first guard [Iron Blood Battalion]. The Emperor God suddenly felt that his heart was more chaotic and complicated than ever before.

"The first time we met, he was still a little king who had barely crossed the five-star level, and he had to rely on pretending to be dead to get a chance of life. Unexpectedly, now, he was able to fight against the four major judgments alone. A scorching sun where the knight never falls, King Chambord, King Chambord..."

The emperor raised his head and remained silent.

He thought of Eldest Princess Tanasa's previous proposal, and felt a little bit of a sigh, but he had to admit that his wise and resourceful younger sister was right again.

"Before night falls, in my name, send someone to King Chambord to congratulate him on winning the duel!"

"Obey, Your Highness!"

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In the twenty-mile camp area, around the No. 1 sword testing platform.

The cheers continued.

The kings of the major dependent countries had heavy expressions on their brows, and began to leave slowly under the protection of the guards. The figure on the sword-testing platform made them feel irresistibly hopeless and weak. Everyone knew that after this battle, The order of King Alexander of Chambord will definitely shock the entire Zenit Empire. Among the 250 subordinate countries under the empire, no one can fight against the king of this small sixth-class subordinate country.

No, maybe there is one!

[One sword].

The low-key prince of the first-class affiliated country "Winterfelling Kingdom", where the rumored dragon never sees its head.

This young prince who was originally recognized by almost everyone in the entire empire as the number one master of the 250 dependent countries has always acted in a low-key manner, but his reputation is not low. Every defeat, especially five years ago in the battle on the border of the Empire alone, surrounded by more than a thousand swordsmen from the Spartacus Empire, the old enemy of the Zenit Empire, beheaded a six-star warrior and Sparta A prince of the Dark Empire, this battle made [Yijian] famous in the world five years ago. Later, [Yijian] devoted himself to practice, and his strength became more and more unpredictable, but the number of shots became less and less. Know what level he is at now.

Now there is only one sword, which is worthy of a battle with King Chambord.

The kings of the dependent countries left with their own minds, which did not prevent other people from worshiping King Chambord, especially some warriors from the dependent countries. Living between ice and fire, wandering on the death line, using his only life, using his flesh and blood to seek the city of life for himself and his loved ones.

People like them, even in the subordinate countries, are only people of lower status. The strong in the Azeroth continent are respected. Today's duel on the No. 1 sword test platform is simply a battle of myths for them. Vigor, flaming long sword, roaring black flame giant snake, blood mist all over the sky, glazed fist prints that contain the world's fist power, dazzling sword energy, lightning-like flint-like figure...all of these are important to him. For them, it was a test of their imagination. Before this, they had no idea that the lethality of a master could reach such a level!

Out of admiration and fanaticism for the strong, they refused to disperse for a long time while their blood boiled.

Among the crowd, there were sturdy young men in animal skin battle robes looking up at Fei's figure with their eyes shining, some slaves in tattered robes knelt on the ground and prayed like worshiping the God of War, and some touched the stars. The warriors on the edge of the warriors sat cross-legged directly on the spot, feeling the slightest breath left by the strong men in the battle just now, hoping to gain something and break through the bottleneck that restricts themselves...

In a group of people about 100 meters away from the sword testing platform, a figure wearing a linen-colored clean cloak stood on the spot. His body was slightly thin, but he stood upright, standing quietly on the spot, and the noise around him stood there. He and the pretentious figure on the sword-testing stage seemed to be incompatible with him, there was no strange aura, no fighting spirit or magic fluctuations, but the crowd around seemed to be unable to see this person, and there was no one People come to ask a question.

"How dare you ignore me?"

On the sword testing stage, Beyoncé, the proud daughter of the Ge family, stared at Fei in disbelief, as if she was looking at a monster.

"Hmph, King Chambord, I'll give you one last chance. If you hadn't shown a certain strength today, how could the Dean family be willing to accept you, the king of a small sixth-class subordinate country?"

Dean Cazorla, the devil genius boy of the Dean family, pointed at Fei, proudly, and said coldly with a threatening meaning.

Fei had the urge to slap these two ignorant ancestors away.

He has seen too many two hundred and five in his two lives, but he has never seen a two hundred and five who are clearly running to ask for help but put on a charity attitude. Could it be that the long-term pampering has really made these so-called geniuses lose their minds? dropped it?

"Huh?" Fei's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw a familiar figure under the sword-testing platform.

Young Byzantine king.

The young king was looking at him with an idol-worshiping gaze. Fei was keenly aware that, compared to the time he met last night, the young king seemed to have undergone some interesting changes. This change made Fei's eyes bright and satisfied nodded.

With a thought in his mind, Fei suddenly became devoted to this young king who had a similar fate to himself——

First update.

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