Proof of the Sun King

ps: Everyone knows what happened recently, so I won't say more. The public chapter has been blocked for four chapters. During this period of time, I tried to write it lightly, and I hope the readers will take more care and not be too harsh.

ps2: The update is late, because the starting point is broken, I can't log in, there is no way.

ps3: Due to the website, all the chapters before May 20 were said to be gone. I don’t know if they can be restored.

Above the ruins of Richard Castle, Mathewbard's room.

The black knight Matthew Bard was sitting in the room. The wind of the undead was raging all over him. The face of Musilon's poisonous snake was very pale, even a little purple. He closed his eyes and sat on the seat decorated with many gorgeous gems. .

Arkhan's gift, the Black Holy Grail Knights have all died in battle, and all the power in this has also flowed back to Matthew Bard. The strength, combat skills, and experience of more than a dozen Holy Grail Knights have returned to Matthew Bard. body.

Relying on so much energy and experience, Matthew Bard finally broke through the sanctuary as he wished, but these strengths are not his own things after all, what Matthew Bard has to do is to integrate and comprehend and turn these things into his own. .

He needs time to digest, and the undead army that has suffered heavy losses also needs time to replenish. Now there is a huge corpse pit outside Richard's Castle. The new undead army is being resurrected and assembled. The mad Duke Meroving is dead. Hubbard now lacks a undead lord who can stand on his own.

Mathubad waited, and Mousillon's viper ordered that no one disturbed him.

Mousillon's serpent closed his eyes, and from time to time the sad face of his father, Lawn Leo Cornwall, flashed through his mind.

Does my father really regret this? Matthew Bard thought about it more than once.

But that doesn't matter anymore, Duke Mousillon sneered in his heart, he is the son of Lawen, and the legitimate heir of Lawen's title, regent of the kingdom and candidate for the throne.

Since Raun's life and death are unknown, as Raun's son, he has the right to inherit everything from Raun.

Then it is to become a king, go to the Cathedral of the Holy Grail, and expose the true face of Bichi in the lake!

"呱~呱~呱~" Just as Matthew Bard closed his eyes and realized the power of the death of the Black Holy Grail Knights, a two-headed crow landed on the window of his room: "Crack quack~"

"You made it?" Mathubard realized something immediately, sitting in the shadows.

"I said, this is a deal. In order to let you see the sincerity of the great Lord of Destiny, we will help you a little this time." The two-headed crow looks a little embarrassed, and its appearance looks very He was old, so old that he could hardly stand still, and there were not a few feathers left on both wings. Hearing Matthew Bard's words, it opened its mouth: "I completely destroyed the Spire Palace, and repulsed Ryan- Malcador and his army, and now he has fled to Sharon Forest."

"Repel?" Mathubard frowned instinctively immediately, this was not what he wanted!

However, Musilon's viper immediately realized that the Tzeentch Demon Army would never give his all for him, because there was no reason, just as he also refused to believe any news of the Tzeentch Great Demon.

They are just collaborators. If the Tzeentch Demon wants to get the holy relic, Matthew Bard can give it, and Ryan Malcador needs someone to deal with, and the Tzeentch Demon Army can provide help.

snort! Take advantage of these chaotic scum for a while! Matthew Bard squinted his eyes. The situation was critical at the time. He made this choice temporarily, and he took what he needed. When he took control of the country, there would be no more chaos.

"I need you and your army to stop Ryan Macado and possible reinforcements from the south." Mathewbad put forward his own conditions.

"Okay, then I need to get the lion lance." The two-headed crow whispered: "If you want to use our strength, you need to pay the price, Musillon's viper, the great master of destiny is not a mortal like you who can test of."

A lion with a spear? ! Matthew Bard frowned upon hearing this.

The lion's lance was in his hands, and after defeating Lawn, Mathubard did not get the Sword of Curona, but the lion's lance did fall into his hands.

Thinking of this, Matthew Bard felt very hesitant. Although he hated Lawn, he never denied that Lawn was his father, and all his actions can actually be understood as asking for his legitimate rights, because He is Lawn's son and has a weak claim. In the case that Lawen has not appointed an heir, he can start a war and claim that he is the reasonable heir to all Lawn's inheritance, and this is also the greatest capital for him to inherit the throne, or his bloodline. .

Just like if Ryan died suddenly, despite his strong claims with Surya's son Devonhill, Ryan and Emmanuel's son Frederick could still declare that I am the rightful heir to my father by waging war.

Therefore, Matthew Bard believes that he is the owner of the lion's lance.

But Tzeentch's request had to be taken into consideration. Matthew Bard knew that he was very weak now, and the undead army was also very weak. Meroving died in battle, and it would take time to regroup an undead army.

A swarm of bats flew past the window, making a loud noise.

The double-headed raven stared at Mathubad, and its meaning was very clear. Before, the help was free, which was a little gift from Saint Tzeentch, and then it was not so good.

This is part of the deal, and Chaos God Tzeentch has shown his sincerity.

"Can you give me some time to think about it?" Matthew Bard still didn't want to hand over the lion's lance.

"Yes, it must be as soon as possible." The two-headed crow didn't have any excessive reaction, it shook its head, and magic flowed in its blue eyes: "And the crown of Duke Mousillon and the lake light of the indestructible lance, this is also part of the deal."

"Why did you get the holy relic? What use is this thing to you?" Mathubad asked intentionally, "I don't understand."

"This is my lord's order to collect thirteen holy relics." The two-headed crow does not seem to be planning to answer this question: "Thirteen lances and the crown of Duke Mousillon, this is part of the plan."

"You didn't tell me the truth."

"You don't need to know the truth, mortal, you become king, we get the relic, it's a deal."

The two-headed crow flew away from the windowsill, and there were still a large group of bats flying by outside. Matthewbard's eyes were erratic, and he fell into hesitation.

Obviously, Carlos, the fate weaver of Tzeentch, came with a major mission, and Musillon's viper had a hunch that if Carlos collected all 13 lances and the crown of Duke Musillon, the mortal world would be extremely terrifying. thing happened.

As long as it doesn't get collected, Mathewbard can only convince himself for the time being.

What he didn't notice was that after a group of bats flew through the window outside the room again, they left Richard Castle and flew into the distance.

…………I am the dividing line of a transaction…………

In late March, in the Xialong Forest, the camp of the Southern Knights Road army, in early spring, the night is as cool as water.

The campfire was burning quietly in the damp forest ground, making a crackling sound, and a cold wind was blowing from the woodland. There seemed to be some kind of extremely terrifying noise in the dark forest. When they got up, the rangers of the Wood Elves were patrolling the outer perimeter, while the inner army was taking time to rest.

Almost all of the serf soldiers were injured. They used bandages and precious wound medicine to treat their injuries. They sat together in twos and threes and ate dinner. The army's supplies were relatively abundant, including meat and vegetables. Put brown bread in a pan and cook until soft and hot, then add a few grains and fresh vegetables for dinner.

Most of the people were silent. Occasionally, some injured serfs let out a low wailing sound. Most of the wounded were treated, but there was no doubt that many wounded lost their arms, legs or eyes, waiting for their generals. It will be forced to retire and return to Ryan's territory to farm with a pension.

This was unacceptable to many serfs, and many wounded serfs wept over it, they would rather die in battle than become disabled.

The tall shrubs and the leaves of the deciduous forest were full of dew, dripping drop by drop on the muddy forest ground and on the hearts of everyone.

The Steeple Palace was destroyed, the entire castle melted, and after fighting hard, the Steeple Palace, which persisted for a day and a night in front of the undead army, collapsed after only two hours in front of the Tzeentch Demon Army, which made many soldiers simply accept it. No.

The only thing that is fortunate is that the casualties of Ryan's army were not very large, because the Tzeentch Demon Army did not pursue when they saw the army retreat, so almost all the soldiers who were not killed in the battle successfully retreated through the pontoon.

Put a few pieces of whole wheat bread into the bubbling iron pan, add a piece of pork bone and a few pork belly fat, and the company commander of the halberd company, Raymond, sits on a stone. Luckily, he only has a back. A piece of skin was ripped off on the top, which is very lucky for Raymond, who has been a soldier for many years.

Being able to eat so much meat is naturally not something that ordinary soldiers can get. Lord Bertrand, the battalion commander of the Sharon Forest Patrol Battalion, sat opposite him. The forty-year-old Green Arrow sighed and shook his head. , picked up the bowl and tasted the broth.

Seeing that Raymond didn't move, Bertrand smiled and said, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"A lot of brothers died, and I don't have any appetite." Raymond was indeed a little hungry, but he really had no appetite. During the battle with the Tzeentch Demon Army, a fugitive slave who had a good relationship with him and lived in A serf soldier next to the dormitory turned into a mass of charred ashes in front of Raymond.

After Bertrand heard it, he continued to eat, and the Lord Winford smiled bitterly: "Boy Raymond, there is no one who will not die in a war. Let me tell you, we have more than 600 casualties in this battle, which is considered very light. Now, I don't know how many lives Morgiana's highness has saved with a magical technique!"

"...that, Sir Bertrand?"

"Um?"

"Is that... Chaos Demons? Are they too powerful?" Seeing that there was no one left or right, Raymond asked cautiously, "Do Chaos Demons really exist?"

"Shut up! Boy Raymond!" Bertrand's face changed immediately after hearing Raymond's question, and the two long beards under his nose shook several times: "This is not something you should be concerned about, Shen Yan. Otherwise, I won't try to save you when you disappear from the world!"

"Ah! Yes, I know." Raymond was taken aback, he suddenly realized what a terrible thing he had done, and quickly lowered his head to express his mistake.

What else did Bertrand want to say, a kingdom knight in full-body plate armor and a tattered burqa approached from afar: "Bertrand? Are you there?"

"Yes, I'm here, Mr. Leofric, what's the matter?" Bertrand quickly put down the empty bowl and stood up, while giving Raymond a warning look, then got up to greet him: "I'm here. "

The person who came was the kingdom knight from Winford, Leofric Carral, the champion of the last knight's conference. He looked at the big iron pot with whole wheat bread, pork and vegetables in a group of sergeants with some contempt. Thinking that Bertrand was someone whom the Duke of Francois admired, he could only try his best to say with a pleasant face: "We are going to have a meeting. Your Excellency Ryan asks where you are going, come with me."

"Yes!" Bertrand responded quickly, he immediately followed behind Leofric and left the camp.

Seeing Bertrand leave like this, the sergeants were full of envy on their faces. Although Bertrand seemed sullen in front of Leofric, it was an unimaginable honor for all serfs to be able to speak on such a relatively equal footing!

Bertrand followed Leofric to the other side of the camp. This is the residence of the knights. A huge tent stands in the middle of the camp. When Bertrand opened the tent's curtain, the Holy Grail Knight and the great nobles were all. Already seated, Bertrand was left with only the seat closest to the door in the entire tent, and he hurriedly sat in.

The atmosphere in the tent was obviously a little low. Ryan was standing at the long table looking at the map. Morgiana in a long ribbed lily dress was sitting on his right, while the sorceress was wearing a black leather coat and long high-heeled boots. Theresa sat on his left.

"...Losing the Spire Palace means that our plan to recover Musillon this time has failed." Ryan nodded when he saw Bertrand appear, and then continued: "The appearance of the Tzeentch Demon Army is really weird~www. wuxiamtl.com~ Normally, the undead and chaos are not friends but enemies, so I will take full responsibility for the loss of the Spire Palace this time, because I am not ready, I accept criticism and correction."

The knights have many theories about this, but generally they do not think it is Ryan's responsibility. The appearance of the Tzeentch Demon Army is too sudden and too inexplicable, and there is no way for the army to collapse if caught off guard.

Needless to say, the power of the Chaos Demon Army is natural. Even the most elite troops of elves and dwarves are still very difficult to deal with an established Chaos Demon Army, not to mention that there are still many serfs in Ryan's army. It's normal to win, it's a miracle to win.

"It's not your fault, Ryan, none of us thought that there would be a Tzeentch demon leading a whole army of Tzeentch demons to appear in Musilon." Morgiana shook her head, and she sat sideways in a chair , holding the Holy Grail of Potion in his hand: "Chaos demons will not easily enter the mortal world, and they must have their purpose when they enter the mortal world."

"The purpose of the Chaos Demon..." The Holy Grail Knight, Frederick, the son of Duke Bodrick, mused: "There are generally two possibilities for the Chaos Demon to come to the mortal world. The first is to destroy, and the second is to find or destroy someone. Something appointed by the evil god."

Jerrod also nodded, his brows furrowed, the kingdom knight with the title of paladin pale, he was injured by the Tzeentch demon in the previous battle, and the injury is still not healed: "If it is destruction, Then it is impossible for the Tzeentch Demon Army to give up chasing us."

"So is it destroying things?" Armand lowered his head and thought, he said doubtfully: "Chaos wants to destroy the Spire Palace?"

"Neither." Ryan shook his head.

Everyone was in doubt.

The sorceress Teresa said suddenly.

"Lane, do you think the undead will collude with Chaos? Form a coalition?"