Chapter 146: Changes in Yongquan Palace
In the early morning of November 7, 1444 in the imperial calendar.
Changge City.
On the wall of the palace, a long dragon composed of torches almost illuminated this small world.
The shadows of sparse trees are cast on the withered yellow grass in the firelight, and the green evergreen fence has been stained with a few drops of bright red blood.
In the garden square in front of the Yongquan Palace, the aroma of goldenrod could no longer be smelled, only the strong smell of blood.
Since the Randong coup a hundred years ago, this is the first time that this magnificent palace has been soaked in blood again.
Since the golden bird sadly fell from the crown of Libra, the jackdaw from the original fog castle of thorns has safely inherited the crown three times.
This seems to be the curse of Yongquan Palace, which will cause blood every time.
The long hair was tangled with sweat and hung loosely on her shoulders. Two of the three tassel feathers on Imbra's helmet had been broken.
His lance had long been broken, and there were only a dozen Norn Guard knights left around him. On the walls in all directions, nearly a hundred elite longbowmen were aiming their arrows at them.
The shiny arrows reflected nearly a hundred extraordinary knights and two hundred axe-shooters and halberdiers in front of Imberra. Behind those extraordinary knights were seven or eight exorcist-level monks.
Far ahead, on the long snow jade staircase that Yongquan Palace is famous for, his younger brother Jinigis, accompanied by a priest who has been handed down from generation to generation, looked here coldly.
Half of their faces were hidden in the rich darkness, while the other half was rippling in the firelight.
"You have violated the sacred oath!" Imberla's roar shook the torch, "How dare you monks participate in the royal government!"
After the Church healed the great schism between North and South, it signed a sacred covenant with the three kingdoms, and it still stands at the door of the Papal Palace.
The marble obelisk is engraved with traces of the blood and tears of previous generations.
But now four hundred years have passed, wind and rain have gradually worn away the words on the marble obelisk, and people may have long forgotten what an unforgettable lesson it was.
“…Under the watchful eye of the Holy Father, we all agree that no extraordinary power from the Church should interfere with the succession of the throne…”
“…Breaking this oath, May our souls sink into the abyss forever, our bodies turn into nothingness, and our descendants suffer eternal damnation!”
Guinigis had no expression on his face, standing calmly behind the guard, looking at his brother who was summoned by his "father" late at night.
“This is not a battle for the succession of the throne.” An eloquent courtier stepped forward, “This is a battle to suppress the rebellion against the rebellious prince!”
“I am called upon. Come!"
"If you come here on call, why bother riding a war horse and wearing a helmet? Are there any terrible bandits on the short journey from your manor to the palace?"< br>
“Ha, doesn’t Guinigis know why I came here wearing armor?” Imberla glared at the order knights beside the wall with eyes as wide as cowbells, “Betraitors, what will you do? Go to hell!”
Catched by his gaze, some of the edict knights lowered their heads in shame, while others faced his gaze without fear.
The fifty edict knights he brought into the palace were to protect him from the murderous hands of Guinigis, but now it seems that they have become evidence of his guilt.
"My brother, my Imbora, you are too reckless." With the blessing of the breathing method, Guinigis's voice penetrated the air and came to Imbora, "As long as If you plead guilty, you are still my brother, and you can still obtain the title of earl or even duke."
"Where is my father?"
"Papa sleeps. "It's very peaceful." Guinigis was only about twenty years old this year, but his voice was extremely calm, "For Myrcella's sake, you have already broken his heart, so don't disturb his sleep anymore. ”
"Jinigis! You lied! You deserve to die!" Imbora's furious roar was like a storm, and the voice of a nine-stage breathing knight was far beyond the limit that ordinary people could achieve.
"If you say yes, then so be it. Don't quibble." Guinigis still had that calm attitude.
It seemed as if he was facing a dead man.
The night wind rustled the leaves, the sound of the bow strings tightening was so clear, and the war horses scratched their hooves uneasily.
Looking around, under the brilliant starry night, there is only the heavy palace gate behind, but in front of them is an army of nearly three hundred people.
Among them were a hundred knights of the Order who were not inferior to him at all. "Hahahahahaha——"
Imbera laughed at himself, all his Leian knights betrayed him.
In the end, only these foreign Norn knights from the mother clan were left loyally guarding him.
“Heghlu'meHQaQjajvam.[Norn language: Today is an auspicious day for death.]”
With a final battle cry in the Norn language, Imbora raised the knight's sword in his hand and formed a sharp arrow array to charge towards the hundreds of extraordinary knights.
“no'Dajghompu'meHjaghmajyIngeH! [Send our enemies to meet their ancestors!]”
Amidst the sound of horse hooves, the Norn knights followed closely behind with roars like waves, He charged towards Genigis on the steps.
In an instant, the sound of bowstrings rang out one after another. Hundreds of feather arrows enveloped the heads of the knights. The arrows hit the white crystal steel plate armor and made a crisp clanking sound.
Most of the time these arrows will be deflected, leaving at most a white spot on the armor.
Even if an arrow were accidentally inserted into a gap in the armor, it would get stuck in the silk lining and armor.
More than a dozen knights, each shot like a hedgehog, did not affect their actions at all, and their speed did not even slow down at all.
The firelight flowed and jumped on their armor, and the horse's hooves stepped on the ground like a rapid drumbeat.
Under the leadership of Imbra, a dozen extraordinary knights entered the array of axe-gunners and halberdiers.
In the crowded infantry array, the leading hatchetmen were knocked out of the crowd. After knocking down several people, they slid on the ground for a while before convulsing and dying.
The long sword shattered the protruding halberd. Imbora's roar could shatter the eardrums of three or four people in front of him. His horse's hoofs leaped forward and crushed the soldiers' heads.
But just as these soldiers were using their lives to slow down the footsteps of Yimbera and others, chants quietly sounded.
“We, the Lord of all things in heaven, hallow your name as holy...”
“Your power is in the sky, and your will is spread in the earth...”
< br>Amidst the chanting, the seven or eight exorcist monks were divided into two groups, chanting different prayers respectively. They lowered their heads, and the shadows of their hoods covered their faces.
Their hands were folded into fists, and translucent flames rose from the surface of their bodies, spreading forward like mist.
These flames climbed onto the armor of the knights and penetrated into their bodies. The heavy armor became lighter, the horses panted heavily, and their muscles even swelled a bit.
If you look closely, you can see the horse's hooves rising slowly in the flames, as much as an inch above the ground. The pits and stones can no longer block their progress.
When Imbora rushed out of the crowd, there were only ten knights left beside him.
Those who are not here are basically squire knights or square flag knights. They have been pulled off their horses by halberds and are fighting on foot with the soldiers.
"Guinigis, you deserve to die!"
Looking at Guinigis behind the lance, Imbora roared and urged the horse to charge forward again.
His opponents are the blessed extraordinary knights flowing with light.
In front of the blessed knights who were all exuding pure white luster, Imberla, who was covered in dust, looked so lonely.
Nearly a hundred Knights of the Blessing Order collided with eleven extraordinary knights, and the blood instantly turned into blood mist, exploding in the air.
No matter how bravely Imbora waved his knight's sword, he couldn't stop the number of knights around him from getting smaller and smaller, and his horse's speed getting slower and slower.
In the end, his helmet fell to the ground, and the last long feather of the helmet had broken.
"Alas." Guinigis sighed softly, "Let's go, I can't see the blood of my relatives."
(End of this chapter)