Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 133 Closing
This is the most brilliant day of my life. Looking at the arena where order has been restored, Kearney brushed her hair on her forehead, thinking.

Because this conference was held for her by her father personally, noble lords, free mercenaries, and wandering knights from all over the kingdom flocked to compete with each other for their own glory.

And the residents of Golden Feather City were also present to watch. In her impression, this should be the most unprecedented event she had ever seen.

The wilderness was dotted with tents, and the knight's shield hung from the door of the tent, a long line of silken banners fluttered in the wind, and the steel swords and gilt spurs gleamed in the sun.

At the beginning of the game, horns sounded and horseshoes roared. After nightfall, there was a banquet and singing.

Even if the heir to the kingdom from Niluskan was picked off by Brian, beheaded for public display, and blood was spilled on the spot, causing a chaos, it still couldn't interrupt the unprecedented grand occasion and the enthusiasm of the crowd.

Thinking of this, Kearni involuntarily cast her eyes on her father's face.

She saw that the corners of the king's eyes were full of lines of smiles, and her good mood was not spoiled by the chaos just now. She hadn't seen her father so happy for a long time.

Perhaps it was because of the accidental death of the heir of Niluskan, which surprised him, Kearney looked away, thinking to herself.

At first, she didn't quite understand why her father invited the Niluskans to participate in such a competition.

She originally thought that this wrong invitation would only make this ferocious and cruel wolf kill all directions on the field, show off its might, and damage the morale of knights from all over the world.

But when she looked at Brian's confident expression many times and dismissed Mambaton.She finally understood that her father was more like using Brian's hand to defeat this evil wolf who was trying to show off.

After all, he is the prince of Tigrila. Even if he is an illegitimate child, he still represents the entire Kingdom of Tigrila.

However, to the disbelief of everyone, including herself, Brian not only completed this arduous task, but even directly killed him here.

It was simply trampling on the dignity of the Niluskan Kingdom.

Kirni recalled the shocking scene of Brian stepping on Mengbaton's chest and swinging his sword down. Even she herself didn't know why she felt so calm and relieved when she saw the head rolling down.

Maybe back then, she couldn't see anything but Brian in her eyes and mind, Kearney thought.

After all, this heir from Niluskan had nothing to do with her, but a bloodthirsty wolf whose name would only come out of her left ear and out of her right.

With his humiliating death, the world will forget him forever just like her, no one will compose a song to praise him, at most it will be the background board of Brian's famous battle.

Although for the sake of insurance, the weapons used in the competition are all wooden weapons that can break at the touch of a touch, but this does not mean that they are absolutely safe.

Incidents that lead to the accidental death of opponents are common no matter where they are.

No one finds it a sad thing because they only remember the winner who stood on the field.

Vaguely, Kearni had already heard a lot of discussions about Brian in the stands, and what made her smile knowingly was that most of these discussions were mainly praises.

After all, Brian was able to knock down a heavily armed heavy knight from his horse with only a wooden spear, and she still vividly remembers his amazing performance of riding a horse and jumping up.

"My princess, this kind of victory is not worth mentioning. It's just a small scene, a small competition. It's nothing glorious to knock these brats off their horses."

Soon, she remembered leaving the arena with Brian. When the two were parting, he kissed her forehead and said something casually.

She could tell that this sentence was a very objective evaluation for him.

"Then what kind of battle is considered a big scene, a big competition?" So she couldn't help asking.

"Blood battle in the abyss!" This was Bryan's answer after careful consideration for a long time.

Kearney, who observes everything in detail, can feel the serious expression on Brian's expression when he said this.

In those distant ages, when those sacred and glorious deeds took place, a cancerous tumor was gradually forming, all creatures, you have to be careful.This tumor is the bloody battle, and the venom secreted by it has now spread all over the lower planes.

This tome is a mobilization order-calling on all those who oppose evil to stand up, join forces to fight against evil, and completely defeat them, never turning over.

This is our only option!

——Excerpt from "Blood War in the Abyss: A Conspiracy"

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Kearni remembered the story Brian told herself about the bloody battle in the abyss.

It is said that the frenzy of the bloody battle lasted for an extremely long time.Some say it saw the birth of the planes and the advent of the first mortal, and will see the death of the last.

It runs through all historical records—on the planes, this stretches back as far back as ages—and the bloody battle has never ceased in the Lower Planes for as long as anyone can remember.

For the divine power beings, the situation is the same, and the bloody battle is beyond the reach of their memories.

That is to say, its history is almost as old as the history of creation.

Kearney could feel that every time he chatted with Brian, he always liked to intentionally or unintentionally transfer the content of the chat to something other than Asno Continent.

When she asked curiously because she couldn't understand, he would patiently tell these stories or history to himself.

So much so that after she heard the knowledge that she had never touched before, it began to take root in her heart and yearn for it.

Like many of the magical planes described by Bryan.

Such as: softness and whimsy converge, the goblin wilderness where music and death coexist, the model of justice and order, the heavenly mountain of grace and endless benevolence, the beast garden of endless wilderness, the mechanical mirror of clockwork Nirvana of the absolute neutral camp, composed of countless heroes Joseph's garden... and even untouched places in the depths of the multiverse.

These are places she is extremely yearning for, but the premise of all this is to improve her own strength.

A horn sounded suddenly, interrupting Kearney's contemplation, and she looked at the arena without interest.

"Prince Tien of the Kingdom of Kanas!" the master of ceremonies shouted loudly.

The paladin prince entered the arena from the west, dressed in bright white gold-haired armor, riding a milky-white war horse with gray mane flying in the wind, and a long cloak behind him like a snow-white ground.

"Prince Wikiman of the Kingdom of Andair!" the master of ceremonies shouted again.

Prince Wikiman came in from the east on a black steed. The horse was dressed in a costume that was the same color as its hair. His lance was also tied with a black cloth strip, and the shield was painted with the image of the Nightmare Warhorse. Signet.

Kearney could clearly feel the smoke from the dust splashed by Wikiman's horse when it was running, which made her firmly believe that the horse had the blood of Nightmare.

"Prince Casper, don't you plan to do something about a duel between black knights and white knights?" Duke Sweat smiled and looked at the prince beside him, "Old rules, it's up to you to choose this time, I'll follow, how is it?"

Kearney noticed that Prince Casper's elegant and calm face twitched visibly. It was obvious that Bryan's bet in that battle had cost him nothing.

She didn't think that her annoying uncle would continue to follow up like a desperate gambler.

After all, in the eyes of the world, he is the pious and upright Prince Casper, a brave and fearless knight, and a noble and flawless man.

This made Kearni sigh, in this world, any kind of person can be called a knight.

Once, she naively asked Brian what kind of person is a real knight.

"My princess, don't you want me to be your knight?" Brian looked at her in surprise, then snorted and said:
"Forget it then. What do you think a knight is for? Wearing bright armor just to win the favor of a lady?"

He told her that these "noble" people who occupy the land, status and money of the common people as much as possible, and rule the world with power, lies and swords, have long disgraced this title, and they are not worthy of being called: knights who protect the weak.

He has been wandering away from the mainland since he was 15 years old, and there are countless dead souls under his sword, whether it is a noble family with a long history, a velvet businessman with a big belly, or even a high-spirited noble knight...

Therefore, he only believed in the sword in his hand and his own strength, and never counted on the knights who protected the weak. Even if the gods existed and real knights existed, he only believed in himself.

Kirni could naturally hear that Brian was despising those who had the title of knight but didn't deserve it.

After all, people often only obey the world and common sense, and only believe what they want to believe.

Before the truth is proven in front of your eyes, following the rules or even following the old ways will be regarded as the right way.And the truth is always revealed after all the vicissitudes.

"Is the paladin a real knight?" After a long silence, Kirni asked Brian again.

This time she was surprised to find that Brian neither refuted nor agreed, just reached out and ruffled his hair without saying anything.

Just as Kearni expected, her Uncle Casper declined Duke Swift's bet. Obviously, he hadn't recovered from the disappointment just now.

"It seems that Prince Casper didn't learn the lesson of being cautious and indecisive very well." The old wizard Morelle stroked his gray beard and smiled.

Casper was indifferent and smiled back at the wizard, "You're right, I really need to study this course carefully."

Immediately afterwards, the master of ceremonies gave an order, and the two contestants immediately held their spears flat, kicked their spurs, and rushed forward.

Excited cheers came from the crowd watching and the noble men and women in the stands.

The two knights fought in the middle of the arena, sawdust flying, and steel clanging.

In less than a second, the lances exploded into pieces one after another.

Andell's Wikiman was hit hard and swayed on the horse's back, but he did not fall off the horse.

They each turned their horses around at the end of the arena, dropped the broken spears, and took new ones from the attendants.

The two fought again.

But this time when Prince Wikiman was charging, the black steed under him continued to accelerate, and Kearni was surprised to find that there was a cloud of smoke and a faint flame on the horse's four hooves.

At the same time, dark energy burst out from Prince Wikiman's body, converging on his lance like a thread of substance, as dazzling as a corona halo.

There was a wave of fluctuation in Ko Erni's expression, because she found that the move used by the opponent at this time was the supernatural ability of the black guard "Breaking Good and Slashing".

"Slashing Goodness" and "Slashing Evil" are two corresponding lethal combat skills, and they are very effective when attacking the respective good and evil camps.

Even though the distance was so far, Kearni felt a palpitation that almost suffocated her.

On the other side, Prince Tien, who is a paladin, also displayed his "Evil Breaking Slash" without showing any weakness.

Amidst the cheers and shouts of countless people, two figures, one black and one white, collided suddenly.

The two spears exploded at the same time, but when the pieces of wood fell to the ground, the milky white horse lost its owner.

Prince Tien of Karnas flew straight out of his horse, fell heavily to the ground, and rolled in the mud in embarrassment.

Kearni heard the applause, cheers, whistles from the crowd, and the hearty laughter of Duke Swift and Wizard Morell full of mockery at Prince Karnas.

And the prince showed remorse, as if he was regretting why he didn't place a bet just now.

Ko Erni shifted her gaze to the arena again, and Prince Tien of Karnas got up dejectedly. She vaguely sensed that the holy energy surging around him became flickering.

Obviously, his self-confidence began to crumble after being defeated by the black guards.

Finally, Strickland, his paladin teacher, walked over, whispered something in front of him, and patted him on the shoulder again.

The failed paladin barely raised his head, and led his white horse away from the arena amidst pointing and booing from the audience.

It didn't take long, and when Prince Vickiman of Andair was ready, the final battle of the tournament, which was to determine who the champion would be, was declared to begin with the sound of horns.

When Brian entered the arena, Kearney heard a murmur of murmurs from the crowd, and she also heard many noble girls eagerly whispering: "Wow, he's so handsome."

Immediately afterwards, she heard the gasps of the old wizard Morelle and the magic swordsman behind her.

Kearney immediately looked over, and she saw that Brian was still dressed in the familiar adventurer outfit as usual.

What really surprised him was the war horse he rode, with hair as white as snow and a golden mane as long and soft as a woman's hair.

Under the bright sunlight, his already noble and elegant figure was set off as dazzling as white clouds under the scorching sun.

"This is a celestial horse, why can he summon a celestial horse?" Wizard Morelle couldn't help whispering.

In fact, when the two first met, he knew that Brian could summon celestial beings, but he also knew another thing.

That is the contract that Brian has signed with the devil. Most of the summoned celestial creatures are from the good upper plane, while the devil is from the evil lower plane.

Therefore, in his opinion, how could these wizards who deal with devils get the favor of celestial beings at the same time.

"Old man, I know what you are wondering about, so let me answer your question." Snake Eye answered coldly.

"Because he is a real wizard, a spellcaster who relies on studying and researching, not a warlock like you who relies on his own blood to cast spells, a novice who can't even control his own strength.

Therefore, warlocks like you who have inherited magical abilities through bloodline awakening can only conduct sad experiments in order to learn new spells. The "results" of the experiments can be seen everywhere in the sewers of the town and your secluded places.

Know why you meet men and women in states of madness, drooling, incontinent prophets, village oracles and miracle workers.It's all because you didn't control the magic power in your blood, and inherited the out-of-control and chaotic magic power, which caused the brains or bodies of these idiots to degenerate..."

"Snake eyes! You haven't finished yet, have you?"

Wizard Morelle interrupted Snake Eye's words with an angry expression.

The old king also lingered on the two of them with dissatisfied eyes for a moment.

Snake Eyes shrugged and shut up.

Corney also said nothing, just cast her eyes on Brian at the venue.

Because she knew how strongly Snake Eye hated wizards, she never let go of every opportunity to hit Wizard Morelle.

With regard to Snake Eye's remarks, through the magic knowledge taught by Brian, she probably understands that the reason why warlocks have such a situation, in addition to the restrictions of the world rules and the magic net, is also related to their long-lost bloodline awakening ceremony. Great connection.

Because warlocks, a profession that relies on tapping the potential of their own bloodlines to cast spells, want to quickly improve their strength, they can only take risks and try the bloodline awakening rituals they have researched time and time again.

As for the consequences of the failure of these rituals, as Snake Eye said, those who are serious will die on the spot, and those who are light will have a high chance of degeneration of the brain or body.

Theoretically speaking, her God's Blessing Warlock profession also belongs to the Warlock who relies on the bloodline awakening magic.

This made Kearney very glad that she met Brian, because he seemed to have a unique insight on how to gradually awaken divine arts.

At the same time, she finally understood why Brian had repeatedly warned and reminded herself not to let her learn magic knowledge from other wizards.

"Prince Casper, just now I saw your face full of remorse. How about it, do you want to do it again?" Duke Sweet broke the subtle silence, and once again looked playfully at the person next to him Prince.

Prince Casper snorted coldly, ignoring the other party.

Everyone turned their attention to the field.

When Brian came to the edge of the field and got ready, Wikiman's horse with the blood of Nightmare seemed to sense something, screaming and screaming irritably, stomping his feet and shaking his head.

Wikiman, whose expression changed slightly, tightened the reins, kicked and kicked him, trying to control it forcibly, but was stood on his back feet by the opponent, and almost threw him into the air, causing the onlookers to sigh again and again.

Vikiman pulled the rein for a long time, and finally calmed down his mount slowly.

Immediately afterwards, he didn't dare to waste time, controlled the mount to gallop, and directly used his best "Breaking Good Slash", wrapped in smoke and weak flames, violently galloping forward.

Brian pulled the rein lightly, and the celestial horse under him suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance, like a small sun, and greeted him without fear.

Ko Erni, who was watching the battle, knew that every creature summoned from the upper plane of Tianjie Mountain possessed the innate supernatural ability "Evil Slayer".

This battle, in her opinion, was more like a replica of the previous one.

Wikiman did not attack blindly. Although he had been moving forward at full speed, he skillfully changed direction at the last moment and raised the lance filled with dark energy over the horse's head.

Just when the two were about to collide, Wikiman stood on the stirrup and stabbed the charging Brian with all his strength.

In an instant, everyone cheered for Wikiman's exquisite attack, and only Kearney refused to join the chorus.

She saw Brian jerk the reins and spin in a circle, narrowly dodging the lance charge with quick grace.

At the same time, the lance in Brian's hand was like a whip, and he slammed towards Vikkiman's mount.

"boom!"

The moment the lance hit the horse's head, the stored force field energy surged out, and Wikiman's rider stood up and wailed.

Bryan's celestial horse followed, and a burst of holy energy slammed into the whining horse.

While the horse was knocked back again and again, Brian stepped on the stirrups tightly with his feet, gripped the lance with both hands, and swung it out again with all his strength.

Sweeping Vikkiman from the saddle mercilessly, the armor on his whole body and Brian's lance made harsh scraping sounds, and everyone heard the clang of Wikiman landing on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a cold light flashed on Brian's sharp lance, which precisely stabbed the neck of Wikiman's mount, and the lance finally completed its mission and broke inside.

The pure black steed let out a terrified roar and fell to the ground, convulsing and dying.

Brian clamped the horse's belly with both feet, and pursued the victory. The moment he was about to approach Wikiman, he pulled the rein suddenly, and the Celestial Horse stood on its hind legs, and the man stood up.

Immediately afterwards, two powerful front hooves stomped heavily on Wikiman's waist.

The loud 'click' sound made the onlookers subconsciously straighten their backs and gasp.

The victim raised his head and howled, clutching the dirt on the ground with both hands, then rolled his eyes, lay motionless on the ground, and fell into a coma.

"Both legs are broken, and the spine is injured. What a pity." Duke Swift took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his palms.

"The back of the armor is cracked, like being hit by a siege cone, and the leg was broken by my own mount. I'm afraid I will never be able to get back on the horse again. It's very pitiful." Wizard Morelle touched Touching his beard, he commented seriously.

"Professional risk." The magic swordsman Snake Eye folded his arms and said coldly.

"Poor kid, he should be lucky that Brian showed mercy." Archmaester Bohn expressed his judgment.

"I think it can be rescued." Prince Casper wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and looked at Wizard Morele, "Old wizard, aren't you proficient in healing magic?"

"I'm very sorry, I haven't been feeling well in the past few days, and I can't use divine spells for the time being." Wizard Morelle looked in the direction of the paladin Strickland and the others, and said with a smile:

"Let the 'Judger' Archbishop Rickard heal. The priests of the Lord of Dawn should be happy to purify the Blackguard. This is their destiny and their duty. Next, let them meet..."

Prince Casper cursed secretly in his heart and remained silent.

"Snake Eye, you are not very proficient in bandaging internal and external injuries. You should rescue this child. Otherwise, if you die here, you will not be able to explain to the king of Andair." The old king looked at Snake Eye behind him.

"Your Majesty, I'm very sorry. I haven't been feeling well in the past few days." Snake Eyes looked at the old wizard Morelle, replied seriously, and then said with a smile:

"However, I can assure you that the kid won't die. He is nothing more than paralyzed in the lower body, and some functions may not be able to function properly. Bryan still knows how to act properly."

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(End of this chapter)