The Sun King's Evidence

Outside the capital city of Curona, except for Hubald, Duke of Carcassonne in the far south, and Duke Lawn of Connet, who is located in the far south, the remaining Dukes in Britannia have all united and are preparing to fight together. " Viper" Mashubad and his army.

Even so, the remaining army could not compare with the snowballing strength of Mahhubard's team.

Moreover, Mathubad also has four Dukes of Britannia, including Aldreeld, Duke of Lyonnais, who has been transformed into a vampire, Fourcade, Duke of Montfort, and the Duke of Montfort, who has been resurrected. Armand, the former Duke of Aquitaine, and Zilfroy, the former Duke of Artois who was resurrected.

This war will ultimately determine the survival of the Knight Kingdom.

At this time, even the old knight king "Tiger" Dinoat-Jean-Richard-de-le-Angoulan once again put on his ancestral plate armor. At this time, the knight king suffered another blow. He looked even older, but he still came to the front line tenaciously.

Richard, who had the "Blue Sea Monster" family crest printed on his body and wore a full-body enchanted plate armor of Britannia mithril, put on his sea monster helmet and knight's crown. He looked from a distance with no end in sight. The enemy sighed softly, and the old knight king whispered: "It shouldn't be like this, everything shouldn't be like this."

"But it has happened, my king." The person who spoke was the Holy Grail Knight Captain Eugene of the Holy Grail branch in Kurona. He felt very sad when he saw Richard's appearance.

The king in front of him used to be a very brave general who was not afraid of death on the battlefield and made many military exploits. However, time is not forgiving and Richard did not complete the Holy Grail expedition. He is already over one hundred and twenty years old this year. As a An ordinary legendary strongman, he is old. He hasn't put on armor for a long time. After being fully armed, he stumbled and almost fell.

"That's enough, all this should come to an end." Richard coughed twice, and a momentum that had disappeared for a long time suddenly surged in his body: "Don't help me! I'm not old enough to need help!"

It was the brave spirit of his youth in the past. In an instant, the King of Knights opened his eyebrows and his pale hair fell from his shoulders. He took the sacred sea monster lance from the attendant, and his cloudy eyes were gradually blurred. Soaked in the flames of anger: "I, Richard, will join the battle today!"

The palace guards slowly drove out of the castle under the leadership of the king, and Richard rode out of the city gate on a brand new pure-blood elf war horse.

The sky was twilight, the bells of the Holy Grail Cathedral were heard, the knights of Britannia were fighting with flags in the forest, the knights' prayers resounded across the mountains and seas, and the long queues stretched to the end of the street. The residents of the capital They all came out of their homes. Each of them lit a candle and prayed to their goddess. The knights would win again just like they did thousands of years ago.

Otherwise, darkness will fall.

When was the last time he left the capital so fully armed? Richard couldn't help but think.

He remembered that more than thirty years ago, a huge army of beastmen came out of the Arden Forest and attacked Kurona. Prince Imric, the high elf Prince of Caledor, led an army. Coming to support, Brittania and the high elves formed a coalition to defeat the beastman army and defend the capital.

Unknowingly, it has been so long since my last expedition. Richard looked sadly at the residents on the roadside in Curona. The old king's heart was filled with ripples. He sang a cappella to John II, the last king in a low voice. A poem written after Shi was deposed.

The whole kingdom was once my lord.

The huge waves also surge because of my destiny.

Now I am rushing to the battlefield at dawn.

Wandering lonely on the road that once belonged to me.

I have cast dice to determine life and death in this mortal world.

Savor the horror blooming in the eyes of your mortal enemy.

Listen to the people singing and cheering.

The previous king died.

New King Bandai!

The city gate opened wide, and Richard led the palace guards to Ryan. Ryan smiled and said hello to Richard: "Good morning, my king."

"Good morning, my vassal." Richard nodded, and he sighed: "In the end, you won."

The previous king died.

New King Bandai!

"I haven't won yet." Ryan nodded. He could feel Richard's emotions. The chosen champion of the Fairy of the Lake pointed at Mathubad, who was not far across the way: "The only way to win is to end all this." .”

"The kingdom cannot be ruined in my hands." Richard nodded calmly. It seemed that the conflicts between Ryan and him in the past had disappeared: "Go and defeat the poisonous snake and his army. I will destroy all the troops in Kurona." The command is given to you, and the fate of this battle and the kingdom is entrusted to you,"

"Yes." Ryan nodded gently. In fact, to a certain extent, he no longer needed Richard's appointment. With his reputation, his status, and his new status as a duke, he was enough to do his own thing. .

But Richard compromised. Just like his administrative policy, the old king once again chose to compromise for the sake of the overall situation, whether it was the immediate future or the future.

Ryan turned his attention to Mahhubard again.

"My end?" After listening to Ryan's words, Mahhubard let out a sharp laugh. He shook his head, the smile on his face was ferocious and twisted: "No, today will not be my end, but this A new beginning for the Kingdom, I will save you all from a lie, I swear, I can forgive your sins now if you surrender."

"Matthew Bader! Why are you so stubborn!" At this moment, Duke Berhemond, the most fiery-tempered Duke, had already stepped out and cursed angrily; "Look what you have done?! What have you done to your biological father?" Kill me! You united the undead to kill the serfs and nobles of the kingdom! Now you actually integrate those rogue knights, rioting traitors and despicable bandits to attack our royal capital? I have never seen such a shameless knight! You actually have the nerve to claim the throne now?"

"If the first Duke of Connet, one of the twelve first Holy Grail Knights, the respected Cariod Brave knew that his family had a scum like you, he would definitely kill you with his own hands!" Percy Mond's curses resounded throughout the suburbs of Kurona, his eyes widened with anger, and he flew into a rage.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill this bastard!" The young knights were all filled with righteous indignation. They roared and shouted that they wanted to kill Mashubade completely.

Mahhubard sneered at this, his eyes full of resentment and hatred: "Patients with chivalrous disease, you will never understand what I have gone through, but it doesn't matter, soon, I will be on your corpse Danced.”

Ryan stretched out his hand to stop Bohemond from continuing to ask angrily. He knew that Mathhubard had decided to go down a dark road, and it was impossible for him to look back. Talking to him about chivalry and family ties at this time would only add to his madness. It's of no use at all.

Instead, Ryan focused his attention on the large group of knights phalanx composed of former Mousilon nobles from the south of Lyonnais gathered behind Mathubad: "Brothers of knights in Lyonnais, what's wrong with you?" ?Why do you want to associate with this madman Mathhubad?"

Seeing Ryan's question and facing Bohemond's anger, many of the human army of about a thousand people, composed of knights and knights' retinues, lowered their heads in shame, but there were also some knight nobles. In anger, he chose to respond face to face.

"Because it's unfair!" Immediately a knight came out and said angrily: "Yes, my family and I were once a knight family of the Principality of Mousilon. We are also very happy to be able to escape from Mad Duke Mo Luo. We were rescued from Wen’s tyranny, but in fact, we did not receive fair treatment!”

"Since being annexed to Lyonnaise, we have been marginalized! Our fiefs and farms have been taken over by those northerners! Our hunters have been marginalized in their own territory!"

"We have repeatedly tried to plead our case in the principality's courts but have always been suppressed. We have always been excluded from the most important meetings!"

"We have had enough, our territory belongs to us, and we have always been the nobles of Mousilon!" The knight said loudly: "We deserve our legal status, and we must unite to fight against the current injustice! "

Hearing this, Richard, as the King of Knights, sighed softly.

The territory to the south of Lyonnais was the land of Mousilon that was later annexed. These areas were very fertile. Dozens of small rivers passed through it, and these small rivers flowed through low-lying areas to form lakes. Most of the castles and villages were there. Built on an island in a lake.

Since being merged into Lyonnaise, these former Mousilon nobles have been marginalized and suppressed. In the past five hundred years, they have lost many fiefs and manors, and have been annexed by the northern nobles of Lyonnaise. , and was often excluded from principal meetings. This dissatisfaction has been stagnating for a long time.

Richard had been aware of this problem and had discussed it with Darheide, the former Duke of Lyonnaise, thinking about how to resolve this serious contradiction.

However, it is easy to realize the contradiction, but very difficult to resolve it. The local knights and nobles of Lyonnaise originally distrusted and excluded these former Mousilon nobles, even the Duke himself. The contradictions have been accumulated over hundreds of years and have become impossible. The only solution that can be resolved through peaceful negotiations is civil war in the principality.

However, Richard was not a fierce man like Berhemond who would fight if he refused, nor was he a wise man like François who was particularly good at handling internal relations. He was instinctively unwilling to provoke a civil war in the Principality of Lyonnais. This issue only It can be delayed until now.

At this time, the old king suddenly saw a figure next to Mathubad. He opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Charles? You, why are you in that traitor's team?!"

Richard's legitimate son, Charles, stood beside Mathewed on horseback. His face was pale and his eyes were red. Seeing Richard's question, Charles also responded angrily: "Because I can't wait any longer! Father!" I can't wait any longer! If I hadn't surrendered to Lord Mahhubard and obtained the magic to extend my life, I would have been about to die!"

Charles raised the sledgehammer in his hand and pointed it at Richard:

"How can there be a prince in the world who has lived for seventy years?!"

"Okay! Very good!" Richard's hands trembled, and tears flowed from his turbid eyes: "Unexpectedly, Lawn's son ended up being hostile to him, and my son also chose to be hostile to me. Charles, have you ever thought about it? Are you qualified to inherit the throne?"

"This is no longer important, father." Charles swung his sledgehammer forcefully: "Your Excellency Mathieu Bard promised me that when the matter is completed, I will be the new Duke of Le-Angoulan!"

Seeing that Richard's eldest son Charles also rebelled, there was a commotion among the knights in front of the two armies. Some were silent, some were angry, and there were many sighs.

Is this the troubled times?

Ryan stretched out his hand to signal everyone to calm down. He pressed his hands and shouted towards the opposite side: "Knight brothers of Lyonnais! Please listen to me!"

Ryan's flag officer, Armand, approached from behind. He was holding a plate in his hands, and the contents on the plate were covered by satin.

Ryan nodded, and he drew a sword from his waist: "Gentlemen, do you recognize what this is?"

"Is this...not to die with bare hands?"

"This is the sword of the great Saint Landuin!"

"Why did it appear in Ryan's hands?"

Of course, it was impossible for the nobles of Mousilon not to recognize Landuin's sword, and they whispered to each other in disbelief.

Afterwards, the group of knights reached a consensus.

"Thief!"

"robber!"

"Grave robber!"

Seeing that these people were unwilling to admit it, Ryan sneered. He took a nearly four-meter-long lance from the hands of his subordinates and raised the lance above his head. Under the spring sunshine, the lance was filled with The runes of the high elves exude a sacred glow like the lake under the moon. The divine light of the lake fairy shrouds the spear head: "This spear is called the Indestructible Lake Light! I don't know if you knight brothers recognize it." ?”

At this time, these knights in the Mashubad formation could no longer remain calm. They gradually realized something. Their faces turned pale and they whispered to each other. The former knights and nobles of Mousilon were trembling in surprise. The lance last time It appeared hundreds of years ago, and now the light of the Indestructible Lake has come to light again. What does this mean?

"That's right! That's the Indestructible Lake Light, the legendary lance of Saint Landuin!"

"This lance must be used by those with the highest virtue!"

"The Indestructible Lake Light can only be obtained with Landuin's approval!"

"Landuin's family motto once said that the Indestructible Lake cannot be used except by his successor. Now this lance actually appears in the hands of Ryan Malcador. Does this mean..."

"Ryan has been recognized by Landuin and has become the successor of his will and virtue!"

A knight lost his voice and said: "So, we are actually fighting against his will?"

"That's right! Lord Lane has inherited Lord Landuin's will and virtue, and has been appointed by him. He is the real Duke of Mousilon!" Francois seized the opportunity and rushed out. The person reached out and pulled off the silk on Armand's plate: "Look again, what is this?!"

The golden crown of Duke Mousilon appeared in everyone's eyes, causing countless turbulent waves!

"This is the ducal crown!"

"That's right! This is the Duke's Crown, the knight brothers of Lyonnaise! Now, the Duke's Crown of Mousilon, the Knight's Sword that is not dead with bare hands, and the Lance's Indestructible Lake Light all appear here in Ryan. This is the will of the lady. , this is Landuin's will!" Francois shouted: "This is the greatest knight on the lake who has chosen his successor, Ryan Macado is the real Duke of Mousilon!"

"The real...Duke Mousilon!"

"The real...Duke Mousilon!"

Shouts were heard in the distance, and the knights who were obeying Mahhubard's command suddenly realized what a shameful mistake they had made, and how they had brought shame to the glory of their ancestors!

But Mahhubard's face suddenly turned livid. He wanted to stop these knights from defecting before the battle, but he couldn't, because the facts were there and the evidence was irrefutable.

"Ryan is the real Duke of Mousilon! We were all fooled by this bastard Mathhubard!"

"Liar! He deceived us!"

"We are the glorious Mousilon people, and we are only loyal to Landuin and his successors!"

"Abandon him! Ryan Malcador is our real Duke!"

These knight nobles regained their silence in the madness, and they charged on horseback away from Mathubad's army and moved closer to the knightly army of Britannia.

"We hereby swear allegiance to the real Duke of Mousilon and the successor of Landuin, Lion Macado! I will never forget it!"

The momentum was as strong as the rising tide of the sea. At this moment, Ryan finally showed a smile: "Very good! Knights who have returned from the lost way, you have chosen the right path. You have never forgotten the teachings and glory that the lady has given us!"

"Now, please raise your lances and fight for me!"

"yes!"

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