Black-haired Knight King of Chaldea

Chapter 291 Prologue: The Arrival of the Dragon
"How... how could such a thing happen!"

In the majestic palace, a rich man with a slightly bloated body gradually overflowed with fear on his face, his facial features were crowded together, and his white curly hair was originally intended to highlight the unique demeanor of nobles, but now this demeanor is under the invasion of fear. Dyed, nothing left.

He stuck his anxious hands fiercely into the hair, grabbed them with all his bulging bones and tendons, and pulled them out fiercely, trying to use the severe pain to clear his mind. If it was a dream, he hoped it would wake up soon Come.

Beside him, seeing how melancholy he is, the long-haired beauty is leaning against his back in a light veil.

Although she has reached middle age, the well-maintained palace life still keeps her charm. It is not difficult to imagine that when she was young, she must have been an alluring beauty.Such a gentle lady also showed an anxious expression and stayed behind him.

But he didn't say anything.

She also knew that she couldn't say anything useful.

"Unfortunately, it's true."

In front of these melancholy two people, a black-haired woman dressed in black, who looked like she was attending a funeral, showed a playful smile.She is obviously the type who takes pleasure in other people's [unpleasure], and other people's negative emotions are her most wonderful food—the so-called pleasure offender.

The woman was wrapped in black clothes, her black hair was like a waterfall, but her complexion was frighteningly white, and her face was blocked by the black veil.This clothing collocation clearly points to one person——Catherine.

That mysterious woman is obviously the helper of Humanity Incineration, the enemy of mankind.The most annoying type who likes to watch human beings struggling and going to despair at close range.

"You, you, you, you are all amazing tricks! It's not a good thing at all! Ken, it must be fake! France! My France! How could it be...how could it be..."

"Accept the facts, Your Majesty. Haven't I already proved many things to you? I do have the ability to predict the future."

The smile on Catherine's face became wider, and she snapped her fingers. Beside him, the black flame condensed into a mirror, and inside, a strange scene appeared.

That was when the whole country fell into chaos, flames were burning, black smoke was filling the air, and people were wailing everywhere.

The Rebel Army... No, they called themselves the Revolutionary Army, they claimed to be saving France, and then they broke into the palace...

"Go, what are you kidding! I, I want to save this France, why... those people..."

"Your Majesty, people just can't understand each other. That's why... there are so many disputes between people."

Obviously, Catherine's tone became more and more cheerful, and her voice became more and more sharp, obviously enjoying the flustered look of the man in front of her.

The beauty snuggling behind him frowned and glared at her.

She hated Catherine very much.However, due to the occasion and status, she is not good at attacking directly.

"Wait, I said you..."

Probably believed in the [future] shown by Catherine.The man desperately reached out and grabbed her arm, treating her as the last straw.Now I can't take care of using the noble self-proclaimed king.

"You! You must have a solution! You suddenly appeared in the palace, and you suddenly told me this kind of thing, you, you must want to say something, you have a way to save my dynasty!"

Probably, crises and disasters can make people's brains run at high speed.In a flash of inspiration, he thought of a very important possibility.

Obviously, this development is that Catherine wants to sell her abilities... No matter what the conditions are, she agrees!This woman successfully predicted what she was going to do in the future, and she also showed this magical ability. Next, she must say something, she needs to spend her own money to save France, right?No matter what the cost!They are much stronger than the demise of France!

"As expected of His Majesty the King, you are wise. I do have a small treasure that I can lend you, but there are two conditions. First: You must pay me. Give me half of the country's income every day. Second, after the suppression of the reaction is over, you have to grant me a fief."

"half?!"

This price made the man in front of him a little hesitant.

"Think about it, if the country perishes, you won't get a penny. Moreover, you will be pushed to the guillotine by those revolutionaries. People die, but there is nothing left."

There was a special magic in Catherine's words, and the man finally made up his mind and nodded fiercely.

"Yes! However, these conditions must be fulfilled after the rebellion is completely suppressed!"

"Well, your majesty is really shrewd. I like smart people. If it weren't for such a flowery queen, tsk tsk, I really want to be a queen, just kidding~"

Catherine laughed hahaha, and handed him a cup with a beautiful golden color.

"This thing, known as the [Holy Grail], possesses infinite divine power and can summon warriors to save the world. With this, whether it is to quell rebellions or govern the country, it will become easy."

Having said that, Catherine's smile was so bright that it made one's heart shudder.

Anyone who knows her a little bit understands that money is meaningless to her. There is only one reason for the price she proposed before [to let people relax their vigilance].

This is often the case, if you are nice to people for no reason, it will plant seeds of suspicion in other people's minds, and everyone will suspect that you have ulterior motives.

Therefore, sometimes setting an appropriate price can increase your credibility.

Her goal, of course, is to make this man accept the Holy Grail she bestowed upon her.

"Without further ado, please allow me to teach you how to use the power of the Holy Grail."

Catherine then started to explain, and the King of France in front of him hurriedly listened and memorized it seriously.He was originally a person who was good at mechanics. In mechanics, there were always some drawings that were so complicated that it was a headache. Now he put all his energy into remembering this woman's explanation.

In the end, according to Catherine's words, he used chicken blood to paint the summoning circle on the [most magical] part of the palace, and then recited the spell.

Sure enough, there was a strong wind for a while, and the magic power turned into floating lightning. In the strong wind, a tall man appeared, but because of his stoop, he didn't look tall.

Wearing a magician-like black robe with silver and red trim.His hair was a little disheveled, his skin was pale like that of a drowning man, and his eyes bulged out like a frog.

"Servant, caster, came to answer your call."

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes, looked at Catherine, then at the king in front of him, and grinned cruelly.

"Ah, it looks like he was summoned by someone extraordinary."

As a caster, he instantly understood that although the man in front of him was his summoner, the woman in black behind her was the real mastermind of this incident, that is, the hidden boss.

"Great!"

The king was shocked. At first, he really thought that this woman was just fooling himself with a golden cup. Unexpectedly, she could really summon people? !Although I don't know where the brave man came from, but now that he is sick and goes to the doctor, he doesn't care so much!

"Please save me! Save us!! Please! Master Brave!"

"Help? France? . . . oh... oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!"

The frog-eyed Caster in black clothes widened his eyes when he heard these two words, and then he let out a sharp, roaring sound. His Majesty the King took several steps back in fright. , together with the queen, the two mortals trembled.

This scream was too frightening.

"God! How creative and cruel you are! France! Do you want me to save France!? The only person who can save France! But you are ruthlessly and shamelessly abandoned! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh Oh oh oh oh oh! Sure enough, you are still... Ha ha ha ha! That's how it is! I understand!"

This caster danced like a berserker. He shouted to the beautiful dome of the palace, shouted to the illusory god, and shouted to his own twisted desire.

Immediately afterwards, he took a deep breath, calmed down a little, and smiled at the two of them.

"I have a way."

"Really, really?"

The king, who had no doubts about his ability to save the world, was so frightened by his roar just now that he couldn't believe him now.

"Hmm, but Your Majesty, I don't have this ability. The one who can really save France is not me, but the saint who saves the world!"

"Saint...Saint?"

The noun is not very directional, but in France, the term "Saint of the Nation" reminds people of a special person.In other words, as long as the Holy Maiden of Salvation is mentioned, the first reaction in the French minds of this era is only one person.

Jeanne d'Arc, the legendary French hero, [Saint Joan of Arc].

Originally a village girl, she claimed to have been inspired by God and became a war hero who saved France.

Originally known as a witch, she was tried by burning at the stake. Afterwards, a new court was opened to restore her reputation.

For the French of this era, the name of Joan of Arc can be said to be very popular.

"The hero who can save France, from the beginning to the end, is only that saint! There is only one person! There is no other person! Zhen———————————————————————————————————De!"

His emotions suddenly became high again, and his voice was so sharp that it was like a knife, trying to stir his whole brain into a messy paste.

"Then, that is to say, do you have a way to resurrect that holy lady?!"

Although he was also afraid, as a king, he still had to stand up and ask questions.

"Well, yes, this is very easy. Your Majesty, please lend me the [right to use] the Holy Grail for a while."

As he spoke, he narrowed his frog eyes, opened his mouth narrowly, and his smile was extraordinarily curious.

"Yes, yes! Please, please quickly summon Lord Joan of Arc!"

He was also terrified, what the hell is this... frightening to death, he was startled, but his ability seemed to be first-class.It is said that geniuses are incomprehensible, and this is too incomprehensible... Or Joan of Arc sounds better for communication.After all, that was the real hero who saved France.

Just when His Excellency the King was thinking this way, he suddenly felt that his ankles were a little sticky. Looking down, he saw something dark and clinging to his feet.

It looked fleshy, about the size of a dog, with a black back and something like pustules on it.

Feeling disgusted, His Excellency the King flicked his leg, trying to throw it away...

However, no matter how you shake it, you can't shake it off.

"Oh, Your Majesty, there is no need to resist. Didn't you say that you want to lend me the [right to use]?"

At some point in the black-clothed caster's hand, there was an extra magic book, which was exuding a crimson, reminiscent of an ominous luster.

Startled by the sudden black thing, the queen has never seen such a disgusting thing before, she quickly took a few steps back, this kind of thing like a fat hairless mouse is really too much for women Excited.

"Wait?! What, what does this mean?!"

"Your Majesty, if you want to summon Joan of Arc, you need one thing..."

"I allow you to use it!"

"No, what I'm talking about is not the Holy Grail, but the living sacrifice of the stupid royal family of France who ignored Joan's cry for help! You have been chosen as a living sacrifice! Hahahahahaha! "

"Wait?! What the hell is this..."

Before he could say anything more, strange creatures spewed out from under his feet, black and fleshy, like a mixture of sea anemones and octopuses, crawling all over his body along his feet. Body!

The king was devoured by this creature!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The king wrapped in the monster made a dull sound.It was obvious that he was still struggling, but he couldn't break free from these tentacles.

"Well, that's it, let's be fearful. I will summon Joan of Arc, and Joan of Arc will save France! God will be blasphemed! Hahahahahaha!"

Caster made a strange sound, and reached out to take the golden cup suspended in mid-air.

In the distance, Her Lady Queen, who was already paralyzed on the ground by this scene, could only let out a powerless wail.

"Don't, don't come here!"

"Huh? There's another one... This fresh fear of trembling... Ah, it's really hard to stop."

He said, pointing his finger, pointing his long and narrow nails to the opposite side, and seven or eight strange monsters flew out from his magic book, flying towards her face!
"Let me tell you, it's not the behavior of a gentleman to do this to a crying woman."

The sound of footsteps was crisp.

Gorgeous high-heeled shoes made a crisp sound, the footsteps turned, and a heavy skirt was held in one hand. A woman in a beautiful dress leaned against her head, holding a thin-edged sword in one hand, and flashed out from the pillars of the balcony. The tip of the sword in his hand flickered, and after a few strokes, the beautiful silver light arc in the air forced back the flying tentacles.

It was an old lady who looked 70 to [-] years old, wearing a beautiful and gorgeous big hat on her head, her hands were very neat, while pushing back the tentacles, she vigorously picked up the queen who was sitting on the ground, and the two ran together towards the balcony.

Caster was taken aback for a moment, and then a look of dissatisfaction appeared on his face: "How dare you disturb this good show! I will never let you go-but right now, there are more important things!"

A look of relief appeared on Caster's face, watching the king, who had been heavily crushed by the tentacles before, bring the Holy Grail in front of this huge sarcoma.

"Joan of Arc! Appear! Joan of Arc!!!"

Caster let out a roar, and magic power rushed through the air.

A woman dressed in pitch black appeared in the palace at some point, with a large black and white banner unfurled in her hand.

"Oh, Jill, you're killing me with that shriek."

"Ah!!!! Zhen!! De!!!"

"Ah—I know it. I know it! To...revenge, eh? Jill."

(End of this chapter)