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Chapter 291 Uncontrolled power will sooner or later bring disaster to this kingdom!

"Of course you will be very happy. If I had come alone to attend the appointment, I would have become a dead soul under the sword of the guards!" Hatar replied with a sneer.

"I didn't expect you to look at me like this, Hatar..." the king sighed and said.

"But this is what you do, isn't it? My father?" Hatar's expression suddenly turned cold. He stared at the extremely old Bazel who was sitting on the throne in front of him, and his tone increased a bit, high-pitched

asked loudly.

"Why Harold? That loser who does nothing but please the church. How am I inferior to him?"

"Answer me, father!" Hattar growled through gritted teeth, his eyes widened, and he roared angrily.

Bazel stared at Hattar without saying a word, but Hattar continued to question without mercy.

"Reducing the authority of the church and concentrating all the power in your hands, isn't this what you have been doing? Or are you afraid? Afraid of the power of the church, like Harold, you are willing to be a puppet king?"

"If you can't understand this, it means you are not qualified, Hatar, and you are far from qualified to shoulder the important responsibility of the king." Bazel looked at his second son with great disappointment.

"Really?" Hattar's face was distorted, but he quickly regained his composure and laughed loudly. "But now the facts have proved that I was right. Harold lost and Ansiuk died. From then on,

Starting tomorrow, I will become the new king of [Hadrata]!"

"And I...have surpassed you, father! I will expel all those priests from the kingdom, bring every territory under the rule of the king and nobles, and become a veritable king of [Hadrata]!" Hattar

He spoke with great excitement.

"In that case, let's come." Bazel stood up from the throne with great effort, took out the sword in his hand, and pointed it at Hattar. "More than a hundred years ago, your grandfather was here, cutting

You beheaded the previous king and seized the throne of [Hadrata]... Let me see your courage as a king!"

Hattar, who was pointed at by the sword, paused for a moment. He did not expect that Bazel, who was already over eighty years old, was planning to duel with him to decide who would own the throne. He was at a loss for a moment.

Although he did come to seize the throne, he did not mean to kill the king. He just wanted Bazel to understand that he was the best candidate to become the king.

"Of course, you can also choose to let others come and kill your father!" Bazel's words were very sharp, with a touch of sarcasm.

At this point, Hatar no longer hesitated, shook off the blood on the sword, held the hilt tightly and rushed towards Bazel.

"Qiang~"

A harsh sound of metal collision was heard, sparks flew everywhere, and two long swords were intertwined. Bazel was already extremely old, as if a gust of wind could blow him over, but his hands were holding the sword firmly, blocking it.

The blow was struck.

"Do you only have this little strength? Hatar?" King Bazel said disappointedly. "Although power and status are very important, power is what truly belongs to you, and it will also be your last resort...

"

Hatar was immediately enraged. He swung his sword and slashed at Bazel's head while roaring angrily: "That was just now when I didn't want to kill you!"

The sound of swords clashing kept ringing in the huge palace. Hatar's movements were very fast and beautiful. As a prince, he naturally received the best guidance, the most rigorous combat training, and passed down the inheritance.

With the power of powerful bloodline, his strength cannot be underestimated.

But his opponent is the king of [Hadra Tower], Bazel, who personally led the army to explore everywhere and is known as the lion!

"Don't let your anger affect your actions. This is a taboo, and don't let me see your expression. It will reveal your next move!" Bazel blocked Hattar's vigorous blow again.

Then he turned the edge of the sword and left an obvious blood mark on the opponent's face, and said in a cold voice, "The enemy's blade will not show mercy!"

Lin En observed the battle between father and son with great interest, and was very interested in these so-called royal families and nobles who inherited the bloodline.

According to [Magic Creator] Vittorio, these inherited 'excellent bloodlines' should be remnants of the old era, and they may all be descendants of some powerful shape-shaping wizards.

It's almost like Owen who took the fusion potion to gain the power of Warcraft...

Of course, this is not certain. Wizards have a variety of methods. Especially when mainstream schools were not formed hundreds of years ago, it is possible to obtain power by any means.

As for the strength of the two of them, Hattar has about the physical fitness of a second-level shape-shaping wizard, while King Bazel is obviously more powerful. Even though his body is old, he can still take every sword of Hattar calmly.

On the surface, the two were evenly matched, but the gap soon became apparent. Hatar became more and more impatient after being unable to attack for a long time. A red light surged around his body, his strength suddenly increased, and his sword power became a little faster again.

"Forcibly using uncontrolled power will only get backlash!" Bazel's expression remained unchanged. He was not defending this time. The long sword in his hand took the opportunity to hit the blade at a tricky angle. "As for the sword.

In terms of speed, faster is not better!”

Hatar felt his right hand suddenly go numb, and the long sword was already out of his hand.

However, Bazel did not pursue the victory, and threw away the sword in his hand. The old hand firmly grasped Hattar's collar, and he opened his mouth to say something, but the next moment he felt a pain in his chest.

A dagger stabbed straight into his heart.

The person who did it was clearly Hattar!

"This is what you taught me, father, you should never let down your guard at any time." Hattar's words were almost revealed through his teeth with calmness amidst his madness.

A ball of blood poured out of the corner of Bazel's mouth, but a smile appeared on his face. He actually held Hattar's hand and stabbed the dagger deeper with a burning gaze. "Don't be afraid, remember this feeling.

, my son, the throne is made of iron and blood, the only one you can really trust is yourself."

"There is no difference between priests, nobles, and wizards... Uncontrolled power will sooner or later bring disaster to this kingdom!" Bazel's voice was very low, mixed with a painful whisper, almost in Hata's eyes.

Er's ears rang. "You did something wrong. You shouldn't have completely destroyed the church and broken the balance, but it's too late. It's too late now!"

I treat you and Harold the same... Bazel wanted to continue, but the rising blood had blocked his throat, and his body soon collapsed and fell...

(End of chapter)