I will be crowned king

Staring at the speeding figure, the New World knights in the headquarters were so stunned that they forgot to still breathe.

"I...the ring of order is up there!" The messenger's voice was trembling, and he looked around in confusion: "Then...well, should we stop him?"

"It's better to let the soldiers prepare and use volleys and artillery to directly...him..."

The messenger did not dare to continue speaking, and no one dared to answer him.

The commander-in-chief of the legion personally charged into the battle, even abandoning the army and attacking the fortifications alone... This kind of ridiculous plot that seemed to only happen in third-rate novels was vividly appearing in front of them, and no one knew what to do.

Just fire a cannon into the sky? Not to mention whether it might be the opponent's conspiracy, what if the opponent is angered and kills them at all costs?

But if you don't care...are you going to watch the other party attack the fortifications?

The officers and knights looked confused.

At this moment, the young knight who had always pursed his lips and said nothing suddenly put down the telescope in his hand, picked up the saber on the table, and turned around to leave without saying a word.

It wasn't until he was about to walk out of the trench and climb out of the fortification that a group of bewildered officers realized something was wrong. They rushed forward in excitement and grabbed their commander with all their hands.

"What do you want to do?!"

"What are you doing? Of course you are accepting the challenge." Louis Bernard said with a matter-of-fact expression:

"As a knight, when you see your opponent taking the initiative to issue a challenge invitation, is there a second option besides accepting it?"

"You, you want to go out?!" The officers suddenly looked horrified and grabbed Louis' clothes harder:

"No! It's easy to talk about anything else, but this is definitely not possible!"

"You are the Marshal of the New World Legion, the only one who can lead the entire Free Confederacy against the Empire and the Church; it is already the limit for you to put your command on the front line, and it is impossible for you to take such a risk again!"

"That's right! Even if you have to accept the challenge, it has never been stipulated that knights must accept the challenge in person. Those with noble status can completely let their subordinates do it for them!"

"You're right, we can all fight on our behalf. You must stay at the headquarters and lead the New World Army to defend against the enemy's attack!"

The officers became more and more anxious as they spoke, with panic written all over their flushed cheeks. Their hands that tightly grasped the young knight's clothes did not dare to let go for a moment, for fear that he would break free.

But at this moment, Louis seemed extremely calm, without any excitement or publicity when he was impulsive.

"I understand what you all think, and I am honored. Everyone is willing to be my representative in the duel, but..." He shook his head: "I know the strength of Arthur Herred very well, and he is not the ordinary talented person at all. The opponent will be killed in an instant."

"To be honest, even now I am not sure of defeating him; the victory or defeat is probably somewhere between June 4th and June 4th."

"Then...then we are even less likely to let you challenge!" The messenger looked anxious and turned to look around:

"Send the order! Send the order quickly, let the front row of infantry attack, be sure to kill the opponent..."

"Stop doing this useless work."

Louis Bernard interrupted lightly.

He pushed lightly, and the messenger who was holding on to the hem of his clothes felt as if he had hit a wall. His body fell back a few steps with the inertia, and he staggered and barely managed to stand still.

"You can't stop me, and I'm not asking for your consent; accepting the other party's challenge is not a decision made by Louis Bernard, but the Marshal of the New World Legion, but an order."

"It was Marshal Louis Bernard who gave the order to Knight Louis Bernard - defeat the opponent's challenger head-on, capture or kill the opponent's legion commander alive, and win a turning point for the New World Legion to win!"

After the words fell, the young knight suddenly pulled out his sword, and the silver mirror-like blade flashed a flash of water on his side. The pulled out scabbard was thrown into the arms of the messenger.

Abandoning the officers, he walked away and came to the elf girl who had been standing silently in the corner.

Looking at her knight with a smile, Freya had no intention of blocking her. She stood on tiptoes and handed over the tricorn hat decorated with eagle feathers in her arms:

"Don't forget this."

"Of course I haven't forgotten." Holding the brim of his hat, the smiling young knight put the hat on his head:

"Wait a moment, I'll go and come back."

"Well, keep working hard." The elf girl nodded:

"If she loses, Freya will burn all the people on the opposite side to ashes and bury them with Louis."

"I know." As he said this, Louis turned over and crawled out of the fortification. He did not forget to turn his head and smile at the girl behind him:

"I will never let you do this!"

After the words fell, the young knight suddenly whistled, and a chestnut horse rushed out from behind the fortification, leaping and galloping towards him.

The moment he was about to rush past him, Louis got on his horse and ran towards the battlefield under fire.

The officers and knights who were left behind did not dare to neglect. They hurriedly gathered the cavalry troops who were still waiting for orders, ordered the artillery troops not to act without permission, and to adjust the deployment of the front row infantry... It was a complete mess.

In the sky full of firelight, the young knight followed the galloping horse and raised the long sword in his hand.

Coming towards the extremely familiar figure on the opposite side.

Arthur Herred, who was also galloping on horseback, suddenly brightened up. Something seemed to begin to awaken in his body. The corners of his mouth grinned in excitement, revealing his bright white fangs.

Without hesitation, he, who had been showing off his power just now, immediately leaned down on the horse, held the cavalry spear in his backhand and stretched it forward steadily, continuing to increase his speed.

Louis on the opposite side seemed to have a telepathic connection. He stretched the long knife forward with his arm, flipped his wrist, pointed the tip of the knife directly at the opponent, and started to sprint.

In the center of the battlefield where artillery fire was raging, two lonely figures were getting closer and closer, charging straight towards each other.

No fancy, no avoidance, head-on charge.

"clang--!!!!"

The fire bloomed amidst the wails of the horses on both sides, and a ball of water mist shrouded in bright red exploded, leaving a complete circular mark on the ground.

Half a second later, a harsh sound sounded on the battlefield, and the cavalry of the Holy War Army who were hurriedly trying to come were suddenly in chaos.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the cavalry of the New World Legion completed their assembly and hurriedly marched towards the battlefield.

Holding only half of the saber left, Louis stood expressionless on the edge of the blood mist trace; the breastplate on his body was dented as if it had been hit by a three-pounder cannon shell, and his shoulders undulated slightly with his breathing.

Although he managed to distance himself at the last moment, he still couldn't escape the aftermath of Arthur's "dragon roar"; if the distance had been any closer, not only the breastplate, but also himself would have been torn into two pieces.

"This is really... somewhat unexpected."

Just as the young knight quickly stood still, the blond knight had already emerged from the dissipating fog, holding the intact cavalry spear tightly, pointing to the torn hole in his chest and saying with surprise:

"I remember that the power of your bloodline is not only to strengthen the body, but when can you control water vapor?!"

"Who knows, maybe this is the true power of my bloodline." Louis said lightly:

"You think I would tell such important information to an enemy who wants to kill me?"

"Oh... are you so cold?"

Covering the bleeding scar on his chest, Arthur looked disappointed: "It's rare that I went to such great lengths to find you and yet I didn't forget to bring you a gift for a stingy guy like you!"

"……Gift?"

"Yes, but not anymore! You stingy guy, you won't even tell me what your bloodline power is, so I won't give you any more gifts!"

Arthur put his hands on his hips and complained angrily, but the next second he grinned again: "I lied to you, I brought the belt with me, how could I not give it to you?"

The moment the words fell, the stunned young knight caught an afterimage spinning towards him; without a trace of hesitation, he decisively stretched out his hand to hold it.

Snapped--

A long black gold sheathed sword was held in his hand.

"This is……"

"The things you put here with me are now finally back to their original owners." Arthur grinned:

"This is the first time in my life that I know how troublesome it is to maintain a good knife!"

The moment the words rang out, the blond knight wielding a spear was already coming towards him, the tip of the spear piercing his face.

Louis immediately threw away the broken knife in his right hand, and immediately drew it to parry; the smooth and bright blade was like white snow under the sun, making it extremely dazzling.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang!!!!"

The harsh collision sound exploded into endless sparks, and the cavalrymen on both sides of the battlefield could only see the dazzling spearheads and blades that were constantly overlapping and flashing.

There was no pause or testing. The two sides were almost body to body, fighting, and constantly trying to kill each other.

The power of the Sea Knight's bloodline was fully activated. Louis danced the dazzling sword with one hand briskly, and accurately swung away the spearheads that came like raindrops one by one, never giving Arthur a chance to succeed.

But both the cavalry on both sides and he knew clearly that it was definitely not Arthur Herred who was at a disadvantage right now, but himself.

The power of Arthur Herred's bloodline turns the sound waves into almost physical "cannonballs" to crush the enemy, so he has the title of "Dragon Roar".

But now that he had fully mobilized the power of his bloodline, he was only able to fight to a draw with him, far from being forced to the point where he had to use the power of his bloodline.

The difference is clear at a glance.

"What's wrong, you look so surprised?"

Using the tip of his spear to block the blade that was piercing his neck, Arthur Herred grinned and said:

"I didn't expect it. Ever since you disappeared alone in the Battle of Hantu, I have been training very hard in order to have the possibility of confronting you without relying on the power of blood!"

"Looking at your expression, it seems that my training was quite successful."

"How can you see that I'm surprised?" Louis said coldly, and hit Arthur's shoulder with a backhand knife; the armor, as brittle as tissue paper, cracked instantly, leaving a hideous wound:

"The battle... has just begun!"

The moment the blade slipped, high-temperature water vapor surged out from the tip of the knife like a spear and struck Arthur Herred's chest.

Arthur, who was unable to dodge, showed no panic at all, and even made no move to dodge, and took the initiative to meet him head-on:

“That’s right—!”

Along with his excited shouts, a real wave of sound exploded between the two of them. The spurting water vapor was instantly shattered, and even left traces on the ground similar to that of a cannonball, and rushed straight towards Louis.

The young knight slid out of the way, turned around, and used the strength of his waist to once again throw a stream of water mist at Arthur who was charging fiercely, while at the same time he swung his sword to kill from the other direction.

Arthur Herred, whose mouth was raised, suddenly knelt down on one knee, held his head high and took a deep breath. The moment he was about to be torn apart by the water vapor, he let out a roar:

"boom---!!!!"

The loud sound of the earth shattering exploded into billowing smoke, shrouding the figures of the two people at the same time.

Despite being prepared in advance, the cavalry on both sides of the battlefield all covered their heads as if they had just been kicked, their extremely distorted expressions full of pain; the echoes of terror seemed to be the screams of the dead, accusing this place. All the cruelty of the land.

Three minutes...or ten minutes, both sides still haven't fully recovered; in the dissipated smoke, the two figures are still fighting, delivering fatal blows at a speed that ordinary people can't even react, while dodging each other's moves, or Find the angle for your next attack.

Although he had the upper hand with a ferocious offensive, compared to Louis, who was still unscathed, Arthur Herald already had more than a dozen scars all over his body, and his upper body was almost completely soaked in blood. , a golden curly hair also has a few dark red highlights.

It's just that unlike normal people who lose physical strength after being injured, Arthur Herred's speed and strength not only didn't slow down, but even tended to get stronger with each battle. What's even weirder is that the bleeding wounds did not heal with scabs, but instead Gradually spread throughout the body.

Coupled with the fact that the other party was so tyrannical that he could barely keep up with his own strength and speed even with all the power of his blood... Some kind of speculation began to brew in Louis' heart.

"Oh, you noticed it so quickly?"

Arthur, who was fighting crazily, suddenly stopped and smiled at Louis, who had distanced himself from him with a surprised look on his face: "What's so strange about this guy? Every time you start thinking about something, you show that kind of distraction. Same expression."

"This is not a good habit, Louis. If it had been anyone else just now, you might have been dragged into my face and roared once!"

"But now that you have discovered it, I might as well tell you directly - just like the power of your Sea Knight bloodline is not as simple as it seems, the Dragon Knight geniuses also have their own secrets."

"The characteristic of this secret is that every talented person who awakens the Dragon Knight can make a choice...the choice is whether the power of his bloodline should focus more on the knight or...the dragon."

The smiling Arthur Herald slowly opened his arms, and the muscles soaked in blood from the wounds began to grow densely packed scales glowing with metallic light:

"Guess which one I chose?"

Happy Children's Day!