I will be crowned king

At 3:50 in the morning, west of Sailing City, the Governor's Mansion.

Accompanied by chaotic shouts of killing, hundreds of broken soldiers and stragglers, adventurers and mercenary groups seemed to have received the signal at the same time and began to desperately attack the Governor's Mansion occupied by the Faithless Knights. attack.

Wave after wave of defeated troops dragged the disorderly formation, and chaos "infused" from all directions like a surging flood. The messy gunshots were mixed with all kinds of angry shouts and curses. The rumors "deliberately" spread by a certain young knight completely ignited the anger of these people.

In short, they were scammed!

The Faithless Knights deceived the liberals and neutral forces who resisted the empire. They wanted to completely eradicate the original owner of Sailing City and become the new ruler of the city, and then use this as a condition to bargain with the empire.

As for the rebels, they are all abandoned victims. Even if they survive tonight, at least half of them will be slaughtered, and the rest will either go to hell or become lackeys of the Faithless Knights.

Strictly speaking, this is not even a message, and judging from the results, it is actually not very bad... But the reason why rumors are rumors is that they can stir up the emotions of most people at the most subtle moments and make people do something completely wrong. Rational behavior.

So what was originally a peaceful move to "find an explanation from the Faithless Knights" soon turned into thousands of defeated troops attacking the Governor's Mansion, vowing to make these traitors pay the price!

When the Faithless Knights guarding the Governor's Mansion realized that something was wrong, the defeated soldiers had already rushed through the empty vestibule... and had no choice but to rush into the crowd and surround them desperately.

The number of people on both sides was one hundred or even two hundred to one, and one side even had a small number of heavy artillery and a sufficient number of supporting weapons... The defeated troops had no chance of winning.

If they were a well-disciplined army, the results would be very different; even if they could not completely break through the thin defense line formed by the Faithless Knights, they would at least be able to prevent them from taking into account all the gaps and allow some elites to enter the mansion.

But the moment these people appeared here, it was determined that their command system had completely collapsed. The reason why they seemed to have "high morale" was not because the victory in the battle in front of them was in sight, but that behind them they had already turned into a living hell.

There are pillars of fire that rise from the ground and move more than ten meters high, meteors and fireballs that fall from the sky, water vapor that is enough to cause skin ulcers and internal organs to burn, and torrential rain that gradually turns from warm to scalding...

Compared with all of this, the Faithless Knights in front of them, no matter their weird and twisted magic, weapons that are beyond common sense, or blood power comparable to hand-held artillery, all seemed so normal and within the scope of their understanding. .

The multiple-choice question of being killed or worse than death made the defeated soldiers burst out with a morale that was almost fearless of death; even if the front row had been cut down like wheat in rows, it still could not stop more people behind from continuing. Surge up to fill the gap of battle damage.

The faithless knights even found that they did not need to deliberately aim. They could slaughter these defeated soldiers in large numbers with just casual slashes. They could avoid their unorganized musket fire just by walking in the courtyard... The only problem might be Mere physical strength may not keep up with their numbers.

Even if they can achieve absolute crushing in terms of strength, this level of numerical comparison still cannot kill them all in a short while; not to mention that these trustless knights not only have to fight with the defeated soldiers in front of them, but also have to be careful of being penetrated by them. Passing through the defense line, it spread to the defenseless hostage puppets in the hinterland.

As the smoke gradually spread, the defeated soldiers had broken through the outermost protective wall. The approaching enemies forced the Faithless Knights to shrink to the vestibule near the gate, relying on mutual cooperation to withstand the enemy's flood-like offensive.

"They... seem to be in danger."

In an inconspicuous patch of grass dozens of meters away, a girl covered in blood curled up and hugged her calf, looking blankly at the man lying next to her: "Anderson, are we really not going to help them?"

"That's not necessary."

The bloodless man said feebly, his left hand covering his chest that was still bleeding, and his right hand holding a steam rifle tightly without letting go. He aimed the muzzle of the gun with a simple butt in the direction of the Governor's Mansion:

"Those fools who were encouraged are no match for the Faithless Knights. It is only a matter of time before they are defeated again, whether they have helpers or not."

"What's more, the way we are now, we only caused trouble for them in the past."

Glancing at the wounds on himself and the girl, Anderson's tone was somewhat helpless: "The battle we were responsible for is over. Even if Phil Cressy personally holds him accountable, we can't be blamed... There's nothing to be afraid of." of."

"Instead of worrying about these, it is better to see if the surrounding plants can cover us - add some weeds, hide the vines, wait until the enemy is close, and then sneak attack, don't be exposed in advance."

"Details, Louise, details are always the most important."

"Oh, great!"

At the man's urging, the girl, who also had a pale face, spread her arms, revealing her chest, which was bloody and full of blood scabs.

Under the control of her little hands moving back and forth, the surrounding grass and vines gradually changed their shapes, completely integrating with the surrounding environment, completely hiding the two of them inside.

……………………

Just as the outside of the governor's mansion had turned into a melee battlefield, another fight had just begun inside the mansion.

"I do not understand!"

After barely escaping the knife that struck his head, Phil Cressy's expression turned extremely ugly. In a hurry, he couldn't even find any room to fight back, so he could only scream and run away in embarrassment.

"Even if we have different ideas, there is no reason why you and I have to live and die - even if you can tolerate an elf spellcaster who almost caused a world war, why must you kill all your relatives who are connected by blood?!"

Before he could finish his words, the bright silver sword light followed him and struck him head-on.

"clang!"

In the blink of an eye, the tip of the knife, which changed its angle three times in a row, touched the handle of the revolver that was about to be pulled out. Feier, who was in pain, took off his hand directly. He only relied on his quick dodge to avoid the chance of "a strong man breaking his wrist".

"not understand?"

Louis snorted coldly. The long knife, which was already full of gaps, traces of blood and sand, seemed like the scythe of death in his hand, thirsting for life: "You are the patriarch of the Crecy family, the leader of the Faithless Knights... Should know better than anyone else!”

"I really don't know!" Feier, whose life was hanging by a thread, shouted hysterically:

"I was only four years old when the incident happened, four years old! Do you expect those people to tell a child who is only four years old about their conspiracy to rebel, kill the Bernard family and then replace them?!"

"To be honest, in my eyes, you Bernard family are more like villains. Thousands of people were mercilessly killed by Kroger Bernard - he even blocked the face of me, a four-year-old child, and used eight The pounder killed my nanny!”

As the words fell, the screaming blade almost opened Feier's throat, leaving only a shallow blood mark on it.

But this was not a mistake by the young knight... Just at the moment when Feier almost thought he had escaped, the long knife that was originally moving suddenly turned into a beam of white light and went straight to his throat!

The moment the biting cold light hit, Feier used almost all the parts of his body to retreat quickly, and then slid to the right to dodge without even thinking.

"clang!"

The cold tip of the knife hit the hard gilt copper door, making a loud sound that was enough to pierce the eardrum.

The expressionless young knight turned the blade and dragged out a string of sparks on the door. The long knife let out a fatal roar and swung at Feir who was still desperately dodging to the right.

"Snapped!"

The moment the blade flew up, the wine glass with some rum left in it hit the young knight's hands holding the sword. Although the force was not strong, the blade still deviated under the influence of inertia, and only cut off the outer clothes, and cut off Fei's clothes. I was knocked to the ground.

"So that's what it is..."

Stopping his slashing movements, Louis stood there with a somewhat surprised and unexpected expression on his face.

Seizing this moment of breathing room, Feier almost ran back with all his strength on his hands and knees, wiping the cold sweat from his head while panting heavily.

Looking at the stunned young knight, there was a bit of joy in his eyes... As expected, his previous judgment was correct. It seemed that his words had an effect!

"Rebellion against Adlan, plotting to overthrow the Bernard family and replace them..."

Looking at his left hand that was torn apart by glass shards and bloody, with wine and blood flowing across it, Louis murmured to himself:

"I thought that the reason why my father and brother were willing to cooperate with the Judgment Knights to completely annihilate the Crecy family was just because you had close relations with many old god organizations and privately established the Faithless Knights."

"Coupled with the reason of rebellion, it sounds more reasonable than the original version."

He raised his gaze and looked at the figure who was still sitting on the ground with his hands on the ground: "In other words, the Bernard family just strikes first... right?"

At this moment, Feier's smile completely froze on his face.

"No, no, no, no ... is this, it's not that!" Ferk Kreisy, who was still surging, suddenly became stuttering:

"I, I'm just giving an example. It's not that the Cressey family has any thoughts of rebellion - just! It's just... no matter what they plan, they can't tell me a child, right! Ah, right? !”

"We are relatives of the same blood. I no longer blame the Bernard family for what they did to us. Really! Dear cousin Louis, I still regard you as my brother; as long as I know or you I will never refuse anything you ask me to do!”

"For example... you must really want to know what happened to Kroger, right?" Feier stared at the silent young knight and asked with a slightly trembling mouth:

"I can tell you, I can tell you the whole process of the whole thing! How this great knight fell step by step to be played by the blood magician..."

"clang!"

The blade of the blade smashed into brilliant sparks on the bluestone floor, putting an end to this eloquent conversation.

With his hair standing on end, Phil Crecy completed the entire set of actions from getting up to escaping as quickly as possible, hiding three steps away from the young knight in just one breath.

"You seem to have some misunderstandings about my purpose."

Looking at his "cousin" who looked frightened and looked exactly like his brother, Louis' expression was as calm and calm as ever, except for the occasional murderous look in his eyes:

"The purpose of my coming here is not to fully understand what happened back then, nor to find any answers...I don't care. Thanks to a certain opportunity, I don't care about these anymore."

"There is only one thing I care about, and that is you...Fel Cressy, and the Faithless Knights behind you; you, what you want to do, someone must stand up and stop it."

"If there is no one else, then I will be the one responsible for stopping you, that's all." Louis said lightly:

"I don't know what secret agreement you made with those rebels, and I don't know if they are really pursuing 'freedom'... I only know one thing. If the Church of Order knows that Sailing City has become the Old God Sect, city, the fate of the Royal Court of Yser will once again land on this land.”

"Even if not, what you did was not just to revive the family and let the empire retain its last face in the new world. What you wanted was to make the original situation even more chaotic. To do this, you did not hesitate to destroy lives and destroy the empire. The foundation that took hundreds of years to build in the new world!”

"Even those rebels are just pawns that you use to consume each other with the forces loyal to the empire so that the Crecy family can control the Sailing City; even if the entire Sailing City is used as a sacrifice, you will not hesitate. "

"So, I will...and must stop you and kill you!"

The unswerving words echoed in the Governor's Mansion.

Phil Cressy let out a long sigh.

"So... the negotiation broke down." He raised his head and looked helplessly at the stern-faced young knight, with strong frustration in his eyes:

"It's such a pity. I really wanted to join forces with you; now it seems that I can only say sorry to you first."

Feel sorry?

Louis' face was expressionless, his eyes never leaving the other party's figure.

The next second, a very familiar aura suddenly emanated from his body, and it became more intense as he drew the sword, gushing out like a flood.

At that moment, Louis' breathing suddenly stopped, and his originally stern face suddenly twitched slightly.

"Dear Cousin Louis, you look like...a little surprised?"

Phil Cressy smiled, very happily, like a wicked smile when a prank succeeds: "There is nothing surprising, we are relatives of the same blood!"

"As your blood relative, I am a branch of the Bernard family..."

"Is it something particularly strange to have the same 'Sea Knight' bloodline power as you?"