Chapter 453 How can a great knight stay in the house for a long time?
The forest is lush and the rivers in the valleys are clear and reflecting the rippling golden light under the sunlight.
On the bank of the river, a cavalry scout team carried a shield and a crossbow decorated with a cross, wore a nose, helmet, and a chain armor. They leaned over the horse's back and galloped quickly, and the horse's hooves swept open and dust.
The man in charge had a brown beard, deep eye sockets, and a worried look on his face.
A severe look made a depressing atmosphere envelop over the team.
A subordinate couldn't help but asked:
"Mr. Monteforto, aren't we going back to the Holy City to report to His Majesty the Pope? This is the direction toward Feilencui, isn't it contrary to the Holy City?"
Monteforto pursed his lips tightly, a look of struggle flashed across his eyes, and then he said coldly:
"As long as I go to Fei Lengcui, I have other important things."
The subordinates stopped talking and thought silently.
Monteforto is the captain of the Vatican Guard. He claims to have a mission, so he must have been appointed by His Majesty himself. It involves confidentiality and is inconvenient to ask for it, so just do so.
The Vatican Guard is a mercenary organization to protect the Vatican and the Pope himself.
Unlike the three major knights that were relatively independent and had the Supreme Leader of the Great Knights, the Holy See's Guards directly obeyed the Pope himself and could be regarded as the armed force of the Holy City.
The subordinate looked at Monteforto's back, his eyes falling on his flame-shaped two-handed sword hanging from behind, and a trace of awe flashed in his eyes.
Hastings is famous all over the world and is known as the strongest among the three major Knights, but few people know that Monteforto's swordsmanship is no less than Hastings.
It’s just that Hastings has been fighting abroad all year round, and there are more opportunities to become famous.
As the Pope's personal guard, Monteforto rarely had the chance to perform, so he was no longer known.
Those who are good at fighting are useless.
"Scott, it's the first time I'm going back to Fei Lengcui."
Another young knight who had just grown a light yellow beard and had a golden lion blood turned his head and smiled at the subordinate:
"I heard that it is a place favored by the goddess of art, and that great artists live there, and even the bards in the tavern are much more cultivated than other places!"
As soon as these words were said, Scott's face changed suddenly. Before the captain with a flame-shaped big sword in front of him attacked, he scolded him first:
"The so-called goddess of art is just a false god. There is only one real god in this world. The city of Fei Lengcui will definitely pay the price for its degenerate thoughts. Don't you understand?"
The young knight's smile froze and said embarrassedly:
"I understand that the guys who believe in the evil demons and the outer gods are destined to go to hell, and their souls are not worthy of ascending to heaven... God will destroy them for us."
This was a guilty statement, probably because he had just joined the guard shortly.
Scott snorted coldly, not pursuing the investigation, but just carefully looked at the back of the captain Monteforto, guessing in his heart the real intention of His Majesty the Pope to send the captain to Feilencui.
At this time.
The captain who had been silent said hoarsely:
"Filencui, ruled by the Medici family, are solid fans of the pseudo-gods, and it is necessary to let the true righteous people replace them and become the new ruler of Filencui."
Scott's heart trembled, and through these words, the true purpose of his trip suddenly popped up in his mind.
coup.
The Vatican Guards and the Pope were used as external forces, and they united with other families within Feilencui to carry out a coup against the goddess of art.
Let a trustworthy candidate ascend to the throne of the ruler of Feilongcui!
However, since this is an action against the belief in the goddess of art, it is difficult to ensure that the choice of the gods of art on the mainland today will not stop it.
That art god chose, but he defeated Hastings, and he was like the strongest man in the continent with the strength of the Holy Realm!
Scott suddenly understood why the captain's expression was so heavy.
The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.
I think it was before that huge shadow that Lord Monteforto felt great pressure.
The scenery quickly retreated backwards with the sound of horse hooves.
Surrounded by green forests, a village comes into view.
However, the village seemed dead, and there was no trace of the figure at first glance, which was too quiet.
As the team leader, Scott sent the Golden Lion young man to the village to buy some supplies, and bread, olive oil, and ale are indispensable supplies.
However, not long after, the young golden lion turned back and shook his head and said:
"This village is famine, and the population is infected with the disease and has suffered a lot of damage. The few remaining men are called to join the army again... This village is no different from the elderly who have been buried."
Scott pursed his lips tightly and sighed.
"Famine, plague, war...when will these terrible disasters end?"
"Wait until the day of Apocalypse, everything will be better."
The taciturn Montefort looked hopeful and said, "Judgement Day will bring death and new life to the world. You should believe that in the new world, there will be no more disputes, and the merciful God will give His elect a promised land."
In the second half of the conversation, Montefoot's voice became cold again: "So, we must fulfill our duties and become enemies of all deviant faith... This is God's will, and this is our mission."
A hint of fanatical glow appeared in Scott's eyes, and he nodded vigorously.
Fei Lengcui, this glitzy, decaying and depraved city should not continue to exist, but should go to destruction like Sodom in the scriptures.
This is not killing, but to create a better new world!
For this reason, even if we want to choose an enemy with the art god favored by the gods, we will never refuse!
...
Fjord.
The waterfall splashes and hits the reef.
Hastings's spiral sword slashed out an unparalleled sword force and cut off the waterfall.
bite!
The blind old man held a piece of flowing water-like curved sword in his hand and swung the sword light into nothingness.
Wow!
The water splashed and roared.
"Your sword has slowed down."
The blind old man said, "Hastings, what are you hesitating about?"
Hastings was silent for a moment, stood on the side of the waterfall, looking up at the old man standing in front of him, and was standing in front of him.
Empire Sword Saint, Hugh Sanchez.
It is said that he is the same person as the unknown swordsman who defeated the eight big snakes alone two hundred years ago.
The elegant and gorgeous flowing sword technique can be used by no more than three people in the world today.
He was Hastings' mentor, and he also cultivated Hastings' swordsmanship into the master's attainment.
Hastings lowered his head and said in a low voice:
"I've been thinking about something recently..."
"If Yeats Berlongdi had not shown mercy to me that day, I would have been in a different position."
"But he let me go on a lifelong basis on the virtue of the knight's mercy."
Hastings smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth: "Every time I think of his eyes at that time, I can't show all my strength, just like... a ghost hovering over my head."
The blind old man smiled slightly and said, "I know you lost a miserable loss in that duel."
"I tried to avenge my previous shame and swore that one day I would defeat him, but I found that I had doubts about myself."
Hastings lowered his head, staring at the spiral pattern on the sword's edge, talking hoarsely to himself, as if asking a question.
"Is the path I insisted on really the right one..."
"Why am I fighting?" Hastings said. "Faith, beauty, wealth, fame, these are not important to me. I just want to be the strongest knight in the world."
"But now I find that I can't do this at all, because there is a mountain standing in front of me." Hastings sighed deeply, "I have seen many geniuses, all of whom were defeated under my sword, but until I saw Yeats, I realized... I was also the corpse that fell down, with only an empty shell still struggling to support it."
The old man said, "I was as confused as you, confused whether my sword was not as smooth as before, but later I thought that instead of hesitating, it is better to close your eyes and walk."
"I often hear people say that people live for themselves, but the sword must be wielding for certain things."
"Justice, victory, companions, friends, family - only if you have an answer in your heart before you swing the sword, the sword will give you the answer." The old man looked at the waterfall, his voice was gentle, and said:
"Hastings, you have been trapped by the Knights' mission for too long... The world is so big, you shouldn't stay under others for a long time. You should find a reason to swing your sword."
Hastings' eyes flashed.
Yeats' sword appeared in front of him only an inch away from his throat, but his eyes showed pity.
The spirit of the knight...
Martial deeds...
Have mercy on the weak and fight for those who cannot fight. Hastings closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and said in a deep voice:
"You are right...How can a great knight stay under someone for a long time!"
...
Pope State.
White marble columns stand arched, the dome is painted with magnificent zenith paintings, and the magnificent side hall is filled with precious incense.
Sitting on the couch, Cesare looked down at the document in his hand, with a strange look on his face.
Famula was wearing an iron mask, her golden pupils were as cold as ice, and her silver arms connected to the broken arms were shining with a cold light, and she whispered:
"What did Hastings' letter say?"
"He's crazy." Cesare threw away the document and said expressionlessly, "He said he wanted to withdraw from the Black Cross Knights and run to the snowy mountains in the north to practice combat skills."
According to legend, it is the origin of the atrium civilization. The gods were born here. Although the power of the runes remaining in the northern border is slim, if you are lucky enough to obtain it, it will indeed allow a knight to achieve a qualitative improvement.
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Famula's eyes changed and she sneered:
"I expected this day when he lost to Yeats Berlongdi."
Cesare looked up and asked, "How are you sure?"
"If you hesitate, you will stop and then stay trapped in the past and wait for death."
Famula said coldly and arrogantly with a tone of a person who has experienced it:
"Anyway, he has lost the qualification to untie the [Knight of War] seal - I will take over his mission."
At the beginning, the reason why the Holy See absorbed Hastings into the Knights was his talent and the identity of the God of War. He believed that he had hope to become a container for the [Knight of War], and eventually brought the War Knight, one of the Four Knights of the Apocalypse, to this world.
However, the trial of the War Knight is extremely dangerous. It is only a dead end to participate in the trial before the Seventh Ring Road Holy Land. Therefore, the Holy See has been vigorously cultivating Hastings, preparing to wait until everything is foolproof before letting him participate in the trial.
But what he never expected was that Hastings, who was highly anticipated, fell in front of Yeats, the God of Art, and even his mentality changed.
Cesare never felt that he had underestimated the Art God Choice, but his growth rate was too amazing, so fast that even Hastings could not reach it.
If you want to suppress Yeats again... I am afraid you can only rely on miracles.
Cesare's eyes froze, he made up his mind silently and said coldly:
"Except Hastings, the original plan remains unchanged-"
"Filengcui, in view of the belief of the goddess of art, a plan to replace the Medici family."
"And you, replace Hastings, participate in the trial of the War Knights."
"I went to the bottomless pit to get the holy object in the bottomless pit."
"Yeats Brondi has promised Anubis to choose Nefftis and kill the nightmare Abaton with her." Falmula said, "It is very likely that you will meet Yeats on a narrow road, and be mentally prepared."
Despite being hostile to Yeats, Famura has to admit that Yeats is a powerful opponent and has a personal charm that cannot be ignored.
This can be seen from his victory over Hastings and his mentality shaken.
The holy objects sealed in the bottomless pit are no less important than the gun of Langhinus, and are also holy objects that are soaked in the blood of the saints. The earth veins that have been sealed in the bottomless pit are to suppress the nightmare demon Yabaton and lock down the channels between hell and the material realm.
But now, the day of Apocalypse is approaching, and it is no longer meaningful to continue blocking the passage. It is time to recycle the holy relics to enhance the control of the heavens over this world.
Cesare smiled softly, with the determination to relieve, relieve, and look down on death.
"Don't worry, I have already had 120,000 awareness..."
"I have disappointed my father a lot." Cesare's smile was bitter. "I'm even more frightened than death, facing his calm eyes."
Famula was silent.
As a container of [Plague Knight], Cesare means that he has the ability to sacrifice himself and unlock the seal of the Plague Knight, but it only needs to pay an extremely painful price.
In this bottomless pit, you may be able to see the scene of [The Lord of Plague] coming again...
Countless creatures will die due to the rampant plague.
Famula seemed to have seen the scene of the creatures suffering, but her eyes were still cold.
But this is a necessary sacrifice…it is for a better tomorrow.
"This is a just act."
Famula nodded proudly and said, "There will be someone who will remember your efforts, Cesare."
Cesare smiled bitterly: "Is this the last goodbye?"
"Maybe, this is my farewell." Famula turned around, leaving Cesare's lonely and arrogant back. The dark armor and silver arms shone together, just like an invincible general on the battlefield.
Cesare couldn't help but think of the life-threatening trial of the Knight of War, his eyes moved slightly, and he murmured in a low voice:
"Maybe...she is indeed more qualified to get that inheritance than Hastings..."
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The bottomless pit is located on the border between the Kingdom of Roland and the Divine Court Empire. A heavily guarded castle and military fortress are built above the pit.
Yeats ordered the High Priest Margosha of the Dark Night Sect to keep aware of the movements in the bottomless pit and asked the Holy See to inform him of any actions, but the Holy See was unexpectedly calm.
This is like a confrontation between two masters. The convenience of being unable to hold back will be at a disadvantage.
In the calm before the storm, a coup took place in Fei Lengcui in the empire.
The Pach family in the city joined forces with the Vatican guards to carry out an assassination against the Medici clan leader Lorenzo.
Although the assassination ended in failure, the plot still alarmed the entire empire and the Kingdom of Roland.
The younger brother of the Medici patriarch Lorenzo died under the assassin's dagger. Lorenzo himself survived by hiding into the temple of the goddess of art and regained control of the overall situation after the coup.
Fei Lengcui launched a large-scale search and execution, and the Patch family's influence in Fei Lengcui was wiped out, but the Holy See's Guards pushed the mistake to the Assassin League, and the impact was minimal.
In order to ensure the legitimacy of rule, Lorenzo promoted the faith of the goddess of art in Feilongcui in the name of the God of Power, and the choice of Yeats in the God of Art was also widely promoted in Feilongcui City.
After this coup, the belief of the goddess of art in Fei Lengcui was established. The influence of the Holy See's influence in the city was greatly weakened, and Fei Lengcui also became a city of art blessing.
Yeats did not directly participate in this storm, but unexpectedly discovered that the seeds of divine power in the soul field have grown, which is obviously irrigated by the power of faith.
"It seems that the promotion to the seventh ring road towards the eighth ring road depends on the role of faith."
Yeats thought to himself, "If you can obtain the identity of the God of Light, the power of faith will surely rise."
Back then, the Son claimed to be God's perpetrator on earth, showing his holy traces and gaining faith.
And to this day, there are still many people in the world who believe that the God of Light has not yet disappeared and will come back to this world with the help of God's Choice - just like the "Trinity" theory.
In short, being promoted to the Eight Rings and obtaining the three inheritances of the God of Light is the top priority!
"I remember that there seems to be some stories about the God of Light and the Goddess of Death, and there is also a inheritance of the God of Light in the underworld."
Yeats thought to himself, "It just so happens that the key to Grey's promotion to the Eight Rings is also related to the underworld. You have to find an opportunity to go to the underworld..."
Fei Lengcui was in a turmoil, but there was no movement in the bottomless pit.
Based on the principle that the enemy does not move, Yeats decided to go to the Land of Dragons with Grey first.
After all, according to the original plot, the people sent by the Holy See will also exchange fire with Yabaton. Reaping profits is more in line with Yeats' psychological expectations.
Late March.
In the eastern part of the empire, the continuous peaks look like giant dragons.
Yeats and Grey rode on the back of the snow leopard spreading their ice crystal frost wings, soaring in the sky with the whistling snow, heading towards the snow peaks further east.
"Ao!" Xue Leopard suddenly roared, widened her eyes, and looked at the figure appearing in surprise.
A huge green dragon shaking its wings and flew straight towards him!
Gray's eyes lit up and he waved his hands repeatedly, "Three Elders!"
The green dragon nodded slightly, his eyes falling on Yeats, with gentle eyes:
"Yeats, long time no see."
Yeats nodded slightly and smiled:
"Three Elders, I have brought you a gift of meeting... It is a fine wine made from Erinel, please accept it with a smile."
"You kid, come as soon as you come, what other gifts are there?"
The green dragon smiled, turned around to lead the way, and said, "Follow me!"
Grey blinked.
It feels like the third elder is completely gone and has regarded Yeats as a member of the Dragon Land!
...
(This chapter ends)