The cold north wind howled into St. Weiss Cathedral.
There was such a strong smell of blood in the wind, combined with the screams just now and the arc knife in the king's hand, the new king's party realized what happened to the private soldiers who belonged to Grand Duke Grace outside.
The king is not dead!
He suddenly came back at this terrible time!
After the great nobles of the New King's Party came to their senses, they scolded the Duke of Buckingham bloody in their hearts.
No wonder this old guy was willing to give in during this time, but he refused to hand over the Rose Palace. He just demanded Grand Duke Grace to follow the regulations. The Duke of Buckingham was stalling for the king.
damn it! The Duke of Buckingham must have already got in touch with the king, and he is waiting to join forces with the king to stage today's good show! Holy Lord! This cunning old bone who deserves to go to hell!
Da da da.
The warhorse stepped on the red carpet into the nave of St. Weiss Cathedral.
The plan composition of the entire St. Weiss Cathedral is like a flat cross. At this time, the red carpet is spread along the long central axis of the nave. The inner hall where everyone is located has a long corridor composed of two-story arcades. The white marble column extends straight up, and the reliefs at both ends of the column depict the story of the saint's song.
The king passed the stone pillars that separated the sides.
When the church was built, the design of the rib-beam roof was adopted. The tops of each of the four adjacent pillars formed vertical ridges. The arc-shaped long beams gracefully protruded diagonally, looking like some kind of sacred creature from a distance. rib. The sun will fall from the sky through the painted willow window at the top, and the lights will be colorful one after another, just like the divine radiance of the Holy Spirit spreads all over the world.
Those brilliance fell on the king at this time.
As the warhorse moved forward unhurriedly, people saw those gorgeous light and shadows falling on his warhorse, his cloak, and his silver hair.
The nobles of the new royal party in front of the long and narrow nave to watch the VIP seats were in a dilemma for a while. Before they came to the coronation ceremony, they were not unprepared for battle, but swinging the sword with the king and swinging the sword with the Duke of Buckingham are two concepts!
What's more, the strong smell of blood in the air has already indicated—
Their determination did not matter, the king wielded the butcher's knife to punish traitors one step ahead of them.
Of course, the reason why the New Kings did not dare to act rashly was the soldiers who appeared at the door of the church following the king.
The new king's party has a huge doubt in their hearts-why did the Angor soldiers who have always been at odds with the royal family follow the king to fight
Now, those damned savages have dismounted from their horses, and one by one has put arrows on the bowstrings. In such a close distance, in such a narrow space, anyone who dares to act rashly will be shot into a hedgehog.
Everyone could only watch helplessly as the king approached.
When the war horse passed in front of him, the nobles standing at the front could clearly see blood dripping from the king's cloak.
The devil was right.
If he is king, he must be robes of blood.
"I am very happy."
The king sat on the horse, holding the reins in one hand and the blood-stained arc knife in the other. Beneath the king's browbones, his icy blue eyes narrowed slightly, looking directly at Grand Duke Grace who was wearing a purple robe on the high platform with a shocked expression on his face.
At this moment, when the two were compared, people were stunned to find that in front of the king, the Grand Duke Glace, who was wearing a royal robe, only looked like a funny clown.
The young king was even more terrifying.
There was something in the king that was familiar to the older nobles.
William III was invincible, and the shadow of the war fell on his son through more than ten years of time. For a time, the figure of William III overlapped with the young king who brought blood into the church in holy light. The mad bloodline of the ancient Rose family let out its terrifying roar at this moment.
"Everyone has prepared such a grand welcome ceremony for me."
The king's eyes were still fixed on Grand Duke Grace, but he turned his head slightly, his lips raised, and showed a cold smile to the new kings that made them tremble with fear.
"Maybe I should repay your loyalty?"
Pay back your loyalty? How about a return method
Let the archers at the church gate fire a salvo at their heads
The weak-willed people in the New King's Party couldn't bear it any longer, and their bodies fell limply, almost fainting.
More people turned pale and pinned their last hope on Grand Duke Grace on the high platform.
The nave was long and narrow, but it was only long and narrow, and the horses soon reached the high platform.
"Mister Bishop! Mister Bishop!"
Archduke Grice looked at the cardinal, who was the Pope's envoy, in horror. He was completely unable to understand what had happened, why his reinforcements had not come, and the king had surrounded St. Weiss Cathedral with a terrifying army of Angels. But one thing is very clear.
According to the custom of the Rose family, the challenger who peeps at the throne will be executed by the king himself!
This is bloody, ancient, rose family practice.
The Rose family, which has ruled the Legrand Empire for so many years, has many conventions with the color of the legendary era, among which the view of the throne is such that it can be called the craziest royal family in all countries.
The enemy who provoked the dignity of the king himself can only be executed by the king himself! In the midst of a bloody death, the king announced to everyone by this act—
He will defend his throne to the death.
Grand Duke Glace's grandfather, John of Samod, once competed with the Mad King Henry for the throne, but ultimately failed and was beheaded by the Mad King. Son of Samaud's John - and father of Grand Duke Glace - Duke Bedell was forced to retreat to the south of the empire until the widowed Queen Mother Isabel, who married William III's mother, was able to return to center stage of power.
The fate of the royal family is like an ancient cycle.
What happened to Grand Duke Grace's grandfather at the beginning will happen to Grand Duke Grace today as well.
"There is nothing in the name of roses without the blood of roses."
The Duke of Buckingham was very close to the high platform, and he clearly saw the scene of the Archduke Grace begging the cardinal for help. He has always looked down on his half-brother, and today this contempt is even worse when he is proud.
He is proud of his nephew.
The cardinal also stared at the returning king, with many ideas racing through his mind.
Useless Archduke Grace, didn't he swear that King Purlan I was dead? ! asshole!
According to the cardinal's own wishes, he would prefer Archduke Grice to survive, so that Legrand's rebellion could continue. But he can't express this idea too strongly, otherwise it will damage the majesty of the Holy Court, and meddling in Legrand's succession to the throne is enough to arouse the strong vigilance of the royal families!
The black-clothed monk behind him coughed slightly.
The cardinal understands that he is reminding himself not to let the Pope fall by the wayside.
"The Lord is merciful, God bless the son of the saint."
As the Pope's envoy, the cardinal tried his best to show a happy smile, and slowly stepped back to make room.
This sentence directly cut off the last ray of hope of Grand Duke Grace. He looked at the Pope's envoy who stepped back and made a clear line with him in disbelief.
"Who would give our Archduke Grice a sword?"
The king has stepped on the stairs of the high platform, and he smiled and asked the crowd.
His boots walked up the red carpet step by step, and the footsteps sounded like the drumbeat of death. His scarlet cloak fell to the ground, and people had the illusion that the red carpet, like the cloak, was stained with blood.
No one dared to respond to the new kings.
They lowered their heads one after another, avoiding the gaze of Grand Duke Grace, and a tense and terrifying atmosphere permeated this sacred church.
"No one?" said the King regretfully. "My poor Uncle Gryce, your men seem to be nothing more than a bunch of timid cowards... so..."
He suddenly raised his voice.
"My dear uncle, will you condescend to lend your sword to this poor fanciful?"
The same uncle, the king's tone clearly showed his likes and dislikes.
"If this is your order, Your Majesty."
The Duke of Buckingham said softly that he understood what his nephew meant. Today is the moment when the king kills traitors to quell the civil unrest, and he wants everyone to see clearly that his enemies are vulnerable in front of him. The Duke of Buckingham threw his sword toward the high platform.
"Go on."
Grand Duke Grace was startled and took a step back.
The Duke of Buckingham obviously would not lend the sword to Grand Duke Glace, and when the sword was thrown, it was like a fierce lightning bolt.
The long sword was driven into the sacred high platform until it reached its hilt.
"Pull it up, sir."
The king was too lazy to call his titular uncle. He stepped up to the last step, the cold wind blowing his cloak wildly.
Archduke Grace felt as if he was back in his boyhood. He was thrown from the boat by the Duke of Buckingham and watched the Duke draw his sword in mid-air - they are truly uncles and nephews! It's like teaching people to hate to the bone!
Archduke Grace understood that this was the last chance.
Either die or be king!
He calmed down, sneered, leaned over and grasped the hilt of the sword, with a force, the long sword was drawn out by him.
Logically, there should be a judge who presides over the duel. However, without waiting for the king to appoint someone to serve as the referee, Grand Duke Glace roared and swung his sword towards the king. As far as martial arts is concerned, he is not that bad, and the sudden attack at this time has such a fierce momentum.
Under the high platform, the nobles who witnessed this scene, even the new king's party, couldn't help booing.
Archduke Grace's pre-emptive attack was undoubtedly against the spirit of dueling, which was very different from the chivalrous demeanor he usually displayed. However, Archduke Grace is actually such a guy in his bones - how much courage and demeanor can you expect from a person who relies on assassination and taking refuge in the Holy See to gain the throne
clang-
Under the nervous watch of the royalists, Grand Duke Glace's sword collided with the king's arc blade.
Sparks sputtered from where the swords collided, indicating that both sides of the blow were going straight for their lives.
The sound of the sword rubbing brought an electric current over the heads of each noble, and their breathing became rapid. Duel, blood... This is what flows in the bones of knights.
You must know that knights are born for war!
At this moment, even those who originally resented the king were savagely aroused by this endless duel. They roared and cheered for the most honorable duel they had ever seen in their lives.
"Kill! Kill! Kill him!"
People roared wildly, not knowing who they were cheering for.
The sound is like a hurricane.
"one thing… "
The arc knife and the long sword stood in a stalemate, and the king and Grand Duke Grace were so close that they could hear each other's breathing. The king spoke in a voice that only the two sides could hear.
"...Actually, I didn't intend to let anyone be the referee."
After he finished speaking, he smiled lightly and coldly.
Archduke Grace, who had planned to attack suddenly to gain the upper hand, only felt as if a poisonous snake had slipped down his back.
What does he mean? What's not going to make a judge
However, Archduke Grace had no time to think about those words.
The stalemate between the swords was only for a moment, and when the cold laughter was still in my ears, the two sides had already separated.
The young king's arc blade throbbed like a crescent moon. He was someone who could still swing his sword brazenly in the face of the heavy cavalry of Gulendi. At this time, this high platform had become his stage. The protagonist of this grand show is destined to be the only one, he is not here to duel, he is here to crush his enemies!
The leader of the heavy cavalry at Gulund had once experienced the king's scythe-like sword, but he only felt that the sword was entangled with poisonous spider silk.
The last person who learned the king's sword has been buried in the mud, and this time will be no exception.
The nobles originally thought that what they saw would be a close duel, but now it has turned into a one-sided slaughter.
Archduke Grace supported with all his might under the light of the king's sword like a net.
The person wearing the armor was Grand Duke Grace, but he didn't dare to strike back rashly. Because the king is simply a madman, the king like a madman did not wear heavy armor, and his whole body was full of flaws, so the king did not take his own vital points seriously at all. The king just kept swinging the knife, and as long as there was a knife that was not blocked, the throat of the Archduke Glaster would be cut neatly by him.
Grand Duke Grace clearly felt the coldness on the knife.
The ice cold taught him to tremble.
How can a man be against a madman like a desperado? !
Archduke Grace stepped back.
The king's scarlet cloak fluttered, and he was the only master of the stage from beginning to end. He swirled and danced, and Grand Duke Grice was simply not worthy of being called his opponent. The archduke was just a puppet under his sword, helplessly following the king in this performance at the cost of his life.
The voice gradually faded away.
The nobles vaguely felt something that made them shudder, and they understood the meaning of the king's duel.
- It's a deterrent! He not only wanted to kill Grand Duke Grace, but also arrogantly put the knife in front of them and said, look at how sharp his knife is, does anyone want to be the second soul under the knife
In the silence, someone suddenly began to applaud.
It's the Duke of Buckingham.
He stared at his nephew, feeling that the burden that had been on his shoulders for so many years was finally lifted. So he applauded the king with relief and pride.
The royalists wearing the Iron Rose were awakened by the applause of the Duke of Buckingham. Although it was out of loyalty that they followed the Duke of Buckingham to guard the throne, at this time they couldn't help but rejoice in their gamble!
The king is back!
They won!
They shouted, and the raging waves rolled over the holy St. Weiss Cathedral once again.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Amid the shouts of the royalist nobles, Grand Duke Grace was finally dragged down by the heavy armor on his body. He had supported it long enough. At this time, his hand was numb, and the speed of his sword was slowed for a moment.
The king must be the sharpest hunter in the world.
He seized the fleeting opportunity.
The arc knife swept a thin and beautiful cold light in midair.
The battle is over.
A puddle of blood splashed high into the air, and all the sounds stopped abruptly.
The Duke of Buckingham's sword fell to the ground with a "clang", and Archduke Grace fell to his knees. He reached out his hand in vain to cover his throat. But life passed him quickly, and the cold came upon him. With his eyes open, he collapsed on the red carpet, one step away from the gorgeous Chair of Wands.
The blood from his throat stained the cushions of the throne.
Seeing the scene of Archduke Grace falling, the cardinal sighed in his heart.
But before he could finish his sigh, the arc knife suddenly turned towards him.
When Leng Ding saw the light of the knife passing in front of him, and the cold air on the knife surface was close at hand, Cardinal Hed took a big step back, almost directly hitting the black monk who was following him.
More feared than him was the Archbishop of St. Weiss, because the knife was actually aimed at him.
The Archbishop exclaimed, his mind blank.
The sound of metal crashing.
The Archbishop of St. Weiss felt light on his hand, and the new crown originally placed on the velvet tray was picked up in the air by the king with a knife.
The brand-new ornate crown was swirling in mid-air, and the king waved his arm, and the arc knife was cut out.
Leng Yue swept out in mid-air, and the fallen golden crown was split in half by the king's knife.
The new crown that was split in half fell to the ground, collided with clang clang, rolled from the high ceremony altar, and fell to the cold and hard marble floor below. In the crisp metal sound, the two halves of the crown bounced high, and finally fell again.
The eyes of the great nobles moved with the two halves of the crown.
Eventually, they lay motionless on the ground.
Deathly silence.
The king stood upright on the high platform, behind which was the throne that symbolized supreme power. He slowly pushed the knife into the sheath, and looked down at everyone from above.
The new kings felt as if they had been cut in half by a knife, their faces were pale, and the hands holding the weapons were shaking slightly.
"how?"
In the silence, the king's voice was so clear.
"Everyone, have you forgotten the cheers you should have?"