"Tonight may be the last night that the Imperial Knights' Palace exists in this world. The last moment has finally arrived."
Akinfeev's voice was as calm as ever, "Tell me, have you ever felt afraid?"
"We have nothing to fear, and we stand with the Empire."
The top ten ruling knights suddenly agreed.
Among them, some may have intervened in the battle for the throne of several princes, and had taken over the grievances with the imperial guardian of the country, played a disgraceful role in the legendary history of King Chambord Alexander, and some of them were the previous judges. After the knight died in battle, the newly selected and replaced newcomers, especially the [Silver Moon Knight] Piasson, who is currently ranked tenth, is a newcomer who was replaced after the former [Sun Golden Knight] entered Wusheng Mountain. Under the age of eighteen, he is a rare young genius.
However, no matter what their character or age, when faced with a national crisis and facing foreign enemies, they showed a truly fearless demeanor that belonged to the northern Zenit giant bears, and they did not show the slightest retreat.
The courage shown by a real warrior in the face of death may have nothing to do with character.
"Okay, then let's all go out and gather your followers. I'll give you three minutes to arrange all your personal affairs and get everything ready."
Akinfeev suddenly stood up from the stone seat: "Tonight, let us fight side by side and shed the last drop of blood for the empire."
"yes!"
The ten knights stood up, holding their long blood-red cloaks, and walked towards their respective knight towers, hurrying up to prepare.
"[Silver Moon Knight], you stay."
Akinfeev suddenly thought of something.
Piazon, the youngest, turned back with a puzzled look on his face.
The Grand Knight Commander looked at this heroic young knight, and for a moment, he seemed to see his own shadow more than fifty years ago. At that time, he was as young and fearless as he was, and he followed Emperor Yassin every day. Zhan must charge at the forefront, for ideals, glory, and to prove his courage and strength, he can face any enemy... The passage of time has changed everything.
"come here."
Akinfeev waved his hand, called [Silver Moon Knight] Piasson in front of him, took out a sealed magic scroll from the storage ring, handed it to the young knight, and said solemnly: "You Don't go to fight, change into ordinary civilian clothes, take this scroll, escape, and hand him over to King Chambord Alexander."
"My lord, this is..."
The young Piazon was full of doubts.
"You will know in the future. Young man, remember, this scroll is related to whether the future empire can be reborn from the ashes. It is more important than your life. No matter what method you use, I must hand this scroll to you personally. In the hands of His Majesty the Protector of the Empire, Alexander the Great, there can be no mistakes."
Akinfeev's tone was unprecedentedly solemn.
"My lord, I..."
Piazon was a little taken aback.
Young and vigorous, he wanted to hold the long sword and fight the Barcelona people side by side with his companions, rather than run away like a coward.
"This is an order. You are young, and you are a newly promoted Judgment Knight, so the people of Barcelona must not understand you. I want you to pretend to be a commoner, a beggar, a child, a fool... Anyway, no matter what method you use, even at a critical moment No matter if you choose to endure humiliation and surrender, you must personally hand over this scroll to the Imperial Protector Martial Saint, complete this task, and you will be the greatest hero in the history of the Empire!"
"Yes, my lord."
The young [Silver Moon Knight] finally nodded, took the scroll, and carefully put it away.
"And these two things, you take them too."
Akinfeev thought for a while, then took out a silver scroll and a golden scroll from his pocket, and explained: "The silver scroll is a prison of light that can imprison those below the demigod level. The power of His Majesty Yaxin's full blow can be used at critical moments, so go!"
"My lord, you... take care!"
Piasson did not refuse, took the scroll, knelt down on one knee, saluted deeply, then turned and walked out of the hall.
Akinfeev watched [Silver Moon Knight] walk out of the hall, exhaled lightly, and felt much more relaxed, with a relieved smile on his face.
Son, you are still young, with a talent comparable to that of the third prince, His Highness Alexander. It is not worth dying in such an irreversible battle. Take your majesty's secret decree to pass on the throne, and go to the third prince.
If you get the support of the third prince, you will become another martial arts star of the empire in the not-too-distant future. The future of the empire will depend on you young people to decide, and we old guys, it's finally time to end the curtain.
Soon, the other nine ruling knights returned with their respective knight retinues.
They didn't see [Silver Moon Knight], although they felt strange, they didn't say anything.
"Let's go, let's fight our last battle!"
Akinfeev, the Grand Knight Commander of the Knights Hall, who was called the most loyal minions and hounds of Emperor Yashin by later generations, slowly walked down from the stone seat, dragging his blood-red cloak on the smooth ground, bringing With his subordinates, he embarked on his own last battle...
In the center of the imperial capital, stands the majestic Wusheng Mountain.
At the first moment when the [Guardian of Mother Earth] magic circle shattered, the former [Sun Golden Knight] Chris Sutton, who was sitting cross-legged on the cliff and practicing, sighed softly and opened his eyes.
"Has this day come yet?"
He got up slowly and saw the first magic tower in the center of the imperial capital that had begun to collapse irreparably in the distance, with a sad look on his face.
After a while, fifty or sixty figures with strong aura appeared behind him immediately.
They are all disciples of Wusheng Mountain—disciples of Wusheng Krasic of the former empire.
"My lord, what should we do now?"
A Wushengshan disciple asked.
"war!"
Chris Sutton's answer, only one word.
After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and clawed in the void, and a knight spear made of black gold appeared in his hand. With a wave of his hand, the wolf beast on the mount not far away broke free from the chain and came to him, deep pink tongue, rubbing his head against his body affectionately.
"Old man, today, for the last time, give me another helping hand!"
Sutton looked at the reclaimed city walls rising into the sky in the distance, and then looked down at this alien wolf beast that had grown up with him since childhood, like a brother. He reached out and stroked its forehead, not knowing what it was What kind of taste.
"Send someone to take care of His Royal Highness Lu Fei's mother. If you can escort her, you must send your wife to leave the imperial capital and go to Chambord City."
Sutton suddenly thought of this matter, and said to the disciples of Wusheng Mountain behind him.
"No need."
A calm and gentle female voice came out from the shadow of the whirling trees in the distance. It was the wife of the sword genius [Yi Jian] of the former empire.