I Made Scientific Magic

"Of course you will be very happy. If I came to the appointment alone, I would have become the ghost of the guards!" Hatar replied with a sneer.

"I didn't expect you to look at me like that, Hatar..." the king said with a sigh.

"But that's what you do, isn't it? My father?" Hatar's expression suddenly turned cold, he stared at the very old Bazel sitting on the throne in front of him, and his tone was a little louder. asked loudly.

"Why Harold? That trash who is useless except to please the church, what point am I inferior to him?"

"Answer me, father!" Hatar gnashed his teeth and roared, his eyes widened and he roared angrily.

Bazel stared at Hatar in silence, but Hatar continued to question him.

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

"If you can't figure this out, it means you are not qualified, Hatar, and far from being able to take on the heavy responsibility of king." Bazel looked at his second son in great disappointment.

"Really?" Hatar's face was contorted, but he quickly regained his composure and laughed loudly. "But now it turns out that I was right. Harold lost and Anrioke died. From tomorrow onwards, I will be the new king of [Hadrata]!"

"And I... have already surpassed you, father! I will expel all those priests from the kingdom, bring every piece of territory into the rule of the king and nobles, and become a veritable [Hadrata] king!" Hatar Said with great excitement.

"If that's the case, then come." Bazel stood up from the throne with great effort, drew out his sword, and pointed at Hatar. "More than a hundred years ago, your grandfather was here. He beheaded the previous king and seized the throne of [Hadrata]... Let me see your majesty as a king!"

Hattal, who was pointed at by Jianfeng, paused for a moment. He didn't expect Bazel, who was over eighty years old, to plan to fight with him to decide the ownership of the throne, and he was at a loss for a while.

Although he did come to seize the throne, he didn't 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 other people 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 long sword, and rushed towards Bazel while holding the hilt of the sword tightly.

"Clang~"

There was an ear-piercing sound of metal collisions, sparks splashed, and the two long swords intertwined. Bazel was already old and out of shape, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind, but his hands held the long sword firmly, blocking it. Take the blow.

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

Hatar was enraged in an instant, and while slashing at Bazel's head while waving his sword, he roared angrily: "That's why I didn't want to kill you just now!"

The sounds of sword-blade clashes kept ringing in the huge palace. Hatar's movements were fast and beautiful. As a prince, he had naturally received the best guidance and the most rigorous combat training. With the power of the powerful bloodline, the strength should not be underestimated.

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

"Don't let your anger affect your actions. This is a big taboo, and don't let me see your expression, which will reveal your next move!" Bazel blocked Hartar's hard blow again, Then he turned the sword and left an obvious bloodstain on the opponent's face, and said in a cold voice. "The enemy's blade will show no mercy!"

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

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 shaping wizards.

It's similar to Owen who took the fusion potion to gain the power of a monster...

Of course, this is not certain, wizards have various means, especially when there was no mainstream school of thought hundreds of years ago, it was possible to gain power by any means.

As for the strength of the two, Hatar probably has the physical fitness of a second-level shaping wizard, while King Bazel is obviously stronger. Even though his body is old, he can still take every sword of Hatar 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 all over his body, his strength suddenly exploded, and his sword speed became a little faster again.

"Forcibly using uncontrolled power, all you get is backlash!" Bazel's face remained unchanged, this time he was not defending, and the long sword in his hand took the opportunity to hit the blade at a tricky angle. "For the sword, the faster the better!"

Hatar felt a sudden numbness in his right hand, and the long sword was already out of his hand.

However, Bazel did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, and dropped the sword in his hand. The old hand was holding on to Hatar's collar, and he opened his mouth to say something, but the next moment he felt a pain in his chest. A dagger pierced straight into his heart.

The person who did it was Hattar!

"This is what you taught me, father. You should never let your guard down." Hatar was calm in his madness, and these words almost came out from his teeth.

Blood gushed out from the corner of Bazel's mouth, but a smile appeared on his face. He actually held Hatar's hand, stabbed the dagger deeper, and his gaze was like a torch. "Don't be afraid, remember this feeling, my son, the throne is made of iron and blood, and the only one you can really trust is yourself."

"There is no difference between priests, nobles, and wizards...Uncontrolled power will bring disaster to this kingdom sooner or later!" Bazel's voice was very low, mixed with a painful moan, almost in Hatta Ringing in Er's ear. "You did it wrong, you shouldn't have completely ruined the church and broke this balance, but it's too late, it's too late now!"

I am the same to you and Harold... Bazel wanted to continue talking, but the rising blood blocked his throat, and his body soon collapsed limp...