I Will Be The Crowned King

Ysir Royal Court, West Gate, Storm Division siege position.

Twenty-three fifty.

"Dear Phyllis, in the name of the Clovis Royal Army, I must make the most formal protest to you, the Knights of Judgment!"

In the choking smoke of gunpowder, Fabian, whose expression was extremely solemn, said very sternly to the young man who appeared in front of him.

The young man he called "Phereus" looked to be less than thirty years old, with an inconspicuous silver Ring of Order badge hanging from his light gray coat; soft facial lines and a shallow smile showed Very approachable.

Probably because he didn't look like a ruling knight, but an administrator, a lawyer, or his former counterpart... so that the first time he saw the other party, Fabian couldn't help but be vigilant.

"According to your initial promise, if it is finally confirmed that the Truth Seekers and the Clovis army cannot solve the Iser Elf Old God Sect incident, it is decided that the Knights should arrive before the twenty-seventh day, and in the early morning of the twenty-ninth Attack at zero."

"It is now 11:50 p.m. on the 26th, and there are still nearly 50 hours before the agreed deadline. Your military operation now means betraying your previous commitment to the Clovis Kingdom and the Clovis Church. All promises!"

Fabian, who remained indifferent, deliberately stepped forward, showed the dial of his pocket watch to the other party, and said in a calm tone:

"I ask you to carefully verify the serious consequences caused by this matter, as well as the heavy blow to the credibility of the Church of Order and the Knights of Judgment, which will greatly shake the trust of the entire world of Order in the Church!"

"If things go on like this, this damage to credibility is destined to have various unpredictable negative effects, including but not limited to the complete separation of effective communication channels between countries and the church; once rectification and repair cannot be carried out immediately, it will affect the entire order of the world and even the world. Prosperity and stability!"

The words fell, and a drop of cold sweat swept across the forehead of Fabian, who was forcefully calm.

In my impression, this should be the first time he has had direct contact with the Church of Order or the Knights of Judgment; he is just a lieutenant colonel who is not even the commander of the legion, and he has to be tough for the interests of the Storm Division, so it is inevitable that he is a little nervous.

But Phyllis just smiled.

He took out cigarettes and matches from the shirt pocket with the badge, and handed them to Fabian enthusiastically: "This is a special product I sold on Frederick Street on a business trip to Clovis last time. Some kind of refreshing tobacco... Do you want one? www.wuxiaspot.com~ Welfare] I will send you a cash red envelope! Follow vx public [Book Friends Base Camp] to receive it!

"Sorry." Fabian with a "tough" attitude raised his hand and refused:

"I'm not used to this."

"Ah, a very good habit!" Phyllis's eyes lit up, and he took out one and gestured to Fabian with a wry smile: "Actually, I didn't smoke it before... The smell is pungent and choking, except for temporary anesthesia, right There is absolutely no benefit to the body, especially the lungs and airways."

"But after my parents died in the hands of a certain conjurer, and that conjurer was my younger brother, I had to deal with him by myself...hehe...I can't quit anymore."

Fabian was expressionless.

Accompanied by the bright light of the match, a faint smoke spread between the two, and the young man's face showed an intoxicated look.

"Respected Lieutenant Colonel Fabien--if I may call it that--you got it wrong... er... let me think..." He frowned, gave a thoughtful expression, and then made a "pop!" Snapped his fingers:

"Ah! You got at least three things wrong."

"First of all, you have the misconception that there is some kind of agreement between us, but there is no."

"That's right, the Knights of Judgment did receive a letter from Archbishop Luther Franz, and the Grand Master replied in a verbal message, expressing our willingness to respect and cry out to the people of Clovis Diocese in principle. Opinion - it's 'respect', it's 'reference'...not compliance."

"Secondly, you think this will hit the authority of the Church of Order - no, because the Thirteenth Council destroyed the Cathedral of Praise, from a legal point of view, this is a clear-cut act of 'aggression', and it is detached Secular matters of faith; if the church does nothing, then it really hurts the authority of the church!"

"Your Majesty, you seem to think that I am the person in charge of negotiating with you..."

Pheleus suddenly laughed out loud: "No... I'm not here to negotiate with you, I'm just a small messenger, responsible for informing you of an upcoming event and advising you all Get ready as soon as possible."

"What preparations?" Fabian's face was a little ugly.

The corner of the young man's mouth rose, and his right hand holding a cigarette was slowly raised above his head.

"Prepare to avoid being accidentally injured..."

accidental injury?

Confused, Fabian raised his head subconsciously, and looked at the starry sky along the flames of smoke drifting from his fingertips.

The night sky of Iser in October is far clearer and brighter than that of Clovis; compared with a dark earth, the dome of stars in the sky is not only beautiful, but also dreamy; the dazzling brilliance seems to be the projection of another world. , and so accessible.

The former Guards officer even remembered that when he was very young, he followed his family to visit relatives in Beigang; that was the first time he knew that not all the sky was covered with thick fog all day long.

The dome full of stars and the sea reflecting the dazzling stars buried deep in the heart of the still young Fabien...

Wait a moment!

Fabian frowned suddenly, narrowed his eyes and stared at the sea of ​​stars, as if his childhood memories had caused him to have some kind of hallucination.

No, that's not a hallucination... there, there's something there.

In the dark dome, its outline can be vaguely seen, and it is slowly approaching here, it looks a bit like a special, very huge, huge...

Battleship? !

Floating in the sky... flying... battleship? !

Fabian was stunned.

As the huge black shadow continued to approach, more and more storm division officers and soldiers noticed the "abnormal" in the sky... exclamations and commotion spread uncontrollably on the siege position.

Until this moment, all the confusion and confusion about the Knights of Judgment had all the "answers" before; it was just that what they suddenly realized was not a surprise, but a panic.

After a long time, Fabian, who finally restrained his inner shock, lowered his head, desperately restrained his trembling body and looked at the young man opposite:

"What it is?!"

……………………

"Empty boat."

Staring closely at the small "black spot" in the starry sky, the Elf King Igor Mosesfield, who was sitting in front of the window, said softly, with a very natural smile on the corners of his relaxed mouth:

"The most outstanding idea of ​​the former 'Society of Truth', the top derivative of St. Isaac's life's efforts 'Steam Core', one of the most powerful war machines of the Church of Order; in addition to the original scientific name, also known as 'Ark', 'Cloud Whale', 'Dome Sanctuary', 'Mobile Holy See'..."

"You seem to know it well."

The cold voice interrupted the elf king's self-talk.

"This happened many years ago... At that time, I was still studying in Xiaolong City, and I was fortunate to accompany His Majesty the Emperor to welcome the envoys of the Church of Order who came to the palace, and send a few judged knights who passed the selection to the Holy See."

The Elf King slowly turned his head and looked at Cole Dorian who appeared behind him.

At this moment, the Chief Inquisitor looks very embarrassed - the three-cornered hat is missing, the wet hair is clinging to the scalp, the gloves are missing, the boots, trouser legs and socks are missing; the black trench coat on his body is tattered Rotten, like it was just rescued from some starving hyena.

With an axe in one hand and a spear in the other, he stood in front of the gate that was smashed by himself, gasping for breath, and his body was as dirty as a temporary worker who just got off work from the slaughterhouse; The blood accumulated in a small "puddle" under his feet.

"If I remember correctly, the airship at that time should be the 'Steam Hammer', which is slightly... larger than this one."

The smiling Elf King gestured towards the Inquisitor with the gap between his thumb and forefinger.

Cole Dorian's expression was extremely ugly.

It's not that he didn't expect that the Knights of Judgment would temporarily regret it, but he never expected that all this would be...

"It was all planned... right?" The Elf King stood up from his chair, turned his back to the stained glass window, and looked at Cole Dorian outside the door:

"Dear Judge, although I don't know why you appeared here, please believe that what is happening outside is the last thing I want to see."

"The entire army of the Guards was wiped out, the troops loyal to me were defeated one by one by your Clovis, the Seven Cities Alliance defected, and the Thirteenth Council swelled rapidly..."

"I...have no choice."

"Rather than waiting until the Clovis conquered the royal court and signed a treaty that humiliated the country, so that the Iser elf once again lost its hope of rising, and was completely devastated; I asked myself... What can I do to force the church to intervene in this war?"

"Because the Empire will not interfere, all they need is a target that can contain the Clovis people, a lackey with a little strength; as for this lackey secretly believing in the Ring of Order or the Old God, they don't care."

"But the Church of Order... you guys... care a lot about that, don't you?"

"So I made a small alternative plan. After the defeat of the front line, I made sure that the army that was still loyal to me would not approach the royal court, and then let the army of the Thirteenth Council in."

"And their stupidity really surprised me... The only surprise was probably Freya."

The elf king said lightly, his eyes showing unconcealed sadness.

Cole frowned tightly and was silent for a long time before he couldn't help but say, "...Why are you telling me this?"

"Why..." The Elf King's expression suddenly became a little sullen:

"Dear Judge, from now on, the Elven Kingdom of Iser is willing to re-believe in the Ring of Order, let the Church take over more secular power, implement stricter standards of faith, and accept the Inquisition and the Knights of Judgment... …”

"I... Igor Mosesfield promises the church with my life and blood that this kingdom will never go against the will of the church as long as my family still rules the Iser Elves!"

"As a condition... no, not a condition! Just a request, I beg you, I beg you to spare my youngest daughter - I know she is already a very powerful spellcaster, you can imprison her! Keep her in a certain A place that is forever cut off from the world, or somehow so that she doesn't become a threat to the church... do what you want, but please spare her life, because she is truly innocent!"

"Your Excellency the Inquisitor, can you agree to a father's only request?"

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At 0:15, the airship bridge.

Across the glass window, a middle-aged man with slightly gray temples was smoking a pipe and looked thoughtfully at the Iser Royal Court, which was almost in ruins.

"I didn't expect... Clovis's army actually ceased fire. It seems that Sir Phylles' negotiation was very effective."

A young knight who looked exactly like Phileas walked behind the middle-aged man, with a smile similar to his on the corner of his mouth: "Or, the impact of the airship on these Clovis country bumpkins is too much. Stronger? Um...I'm leaning towards the latter."

"You're really welcome." The middle-aged man couldn't help but let out a wry smile, and glanced at the young knight reproachfully:

"He's your brother."

"And he killed me...or almost killed me." The young knight snorted softly, revealing an extremely hideous wound on his straight neck, and an even more hideous metal collar.

If Anson were here, he could probably recognize at a glance that this item was of the same type as the "decoration" on the neck of the female Inquisitor Sierra Virgil.

"I killed you because you deserved it."

"I didn't deny this either." The young knight shrugged and gave the middle-aged man a very sunny smile:

"The most important thing is that he will never know that I am still alive, just like he never knew that apart from the 'dirty' court, the 'righteous' ruling knights, there are actually many loyalists to the Ring of Order. The caster is the same."

"But having said that, I've always been curious as to what the Church of Order's attitude towards the Old Gods sects - we are clearly aware of all the apostles and the Old Gods sect organizations, and we even have contact with them. But on the surface, he is an undead enemy~www.wuxiaspot.com~ So why..."

"Are the combat troops ready?"

The middle-aged man, who suddenly turned cold, interrupted the babbling young knight.

"Everything is ready." The young man smiled slightly:

"As long as you give an order, our 'Heart of Compassion' will be able to raze the entire Iser court except the cathedral to the ground."

"But isn't it a bit ironic to say it - the name is 'Heart of Compassion', but it has the most powerful firepower of all airships, this..."

"Now that you're ready, let's do it." The middle-aged man interrupted again:

"But don't let me down, Ser Phyllis."

"I will never let you down." Phyllis bowed respectfully:

"Grand Master Glad Manfred!"