Calamity Crown

It is also instinctively crushed to death.

Raising his hand and throwing the assassin's body aside, Simlei Ke looked at the Fabol fleet in the inner sea and couldn't help but sigh.

There are elite cavalry in the north!

There are fierce infantry in the north!

But the North doesn't have enough ships!

There is even an extreme shortage of sailors!

Why is the northern border always at a disadvantage in the battle with Fabol? It is because there are not enough ships and sailors-the Ke family has planned to build large ships more than once, but the lack of finances, lack of craftsmen and no shipyards Under the premise, it fell short again and again.

Especially Tesin royal family!

Those bastards always get in the way!

Thinking of the royal family of Tesin, Anger appeared in Smlai Ke's eyes.

Those guys' methods are too low.

Coercion and temptation are just the foundation.

More often we cut the weeds and eradicate the roots.

There were quite a few shipbuilders in the North Territory, but this is how they completely disappeared.

As for external craftsmen?

Spies, dead soldiers, and assassins were mixed in, making the northern border even more serious.

Therefore, his father could only order to strengthen the 'Bear Fortress', and used the passive defense method of the fortress to prevent Fabol's fleet from approaching Hallest.

Cannons appeared in Bear Castle.

When Fabol's fleet approached, fire to expel it.

Just like this time——

boom!boom!boom!

The cannons burst into flames.

Huge splashes appeared on the sea.

Fabol's fleet also began to fight back.

For three days, both sides have been like this.

You fire two cannons, I fire three cannons, and then each of them dies.

Or to be more precise, over the years, Faber Fleet and Bear Castle have formed a tacit understanding that there will always be two or three days a month to have a "battle" to consume each other's shells.

Today is no exception to everyone's eyes.

Until a falcon landed beside Smlik.

hum!

The entire bear castle began to tremble slightly, and the sea water in the inner sea kept churning.

The artillery in Bear Castle and the artillery in Faber's fleet stopped instantly.

Only the sound of the waves in the inner sea was left.

A sense of fear rose in everyone's hearts.

No one came, everyone instinctively looked towards the terrace of Bear Castle.

Scarlet light shot up into the sky.

There was real anger in the man's eyes.

next moment--

The bloody red light that soared into the sky turned into a fist, and slammed down heavily towards Fabol's fleet.

The scarlet giant fist with a diameter of [-] meters fell like a meteor.

Everyone on Faber's fleet was dumbfounded.

They panicked and were about to run away, but under the inexplicable pressure, their hands and feet were limp, and they slumped to the ground one by one. They could only watch helplessly as the meteor-like fist was getting closer and closer.

"Sure enough, it failed."

A sigh suddenly sounded from the depths of the cabin.

A man in a gorgeous coat came out. He was handsome, with a young and mature feeling. When he looked up at the falling scarlet fist, his eyes were full of regret and helplessness.

Of course he knew the plans of His Majesty the King and those ministers.

He has no objection to this plan.

Of course, no approval either.

As is customary, he remained neutral.

According to custom, he was sent here.

His mission: stop the mad beast!

The man sighed silently, drew out the sword at his waist, and raised his hand to strike a sword.

Roar!

Howling like a sword wind, roaring like a dragon roaring.

A [-]-meter-long tornado of flaming sword energy met the scarlet fist like a flying dragon.

The sky darkened.

boom!

In the huge explosion, the sea turned up with huge waves.

Even in the inland sea, even if Fabol's fleet is large enough, it is crumbling under such winds and waves.

In the bear castle in the distance, tiny cracks continued to spread, and broken stones began to fall continuously.

"Smlik, can we talk?"

In the tornado of flames and sword energy, the man in gorgeous clothes asked.

He tries to communicate.

But it was doomed to fail.

The eldest son of the Grand Duke who is angry is not something an outsider can dissuade.

"Kill you, let's talk again!"

The body of the Grand Duke's eldest son was scarlet, like a burning flame.

Another fist that fell like a meteor.

The flaming sword air tornado spewed out again, just like a real dragon breathing out the dragon's breath, while the man waved the other hand, and a sword air barrier shrouded Fabol's fleet.

At the same time, scarlet blood energy rose from the ground, blocking the front of Xiongbao, blocking the incoming sword energy and raging flames.

The real fight came out of nowhere.

Smreck, son of the Warden of the North, eldest son of Grand Duke Scrooge.

Dilkemo, head of the 'Dragon Slayer' Faber's 'Rose Knights'.

The two sides are fighting in a way that makes ordinary people fearful and desperate.

Such a fight is unexpected.

It is also inevitable.

At least for the royal family of Tesin and Faber, it was expected.

King George VI sits by the lake at the Summer Palace.

This time, he is no longer feeding the fish.

but fishing.

When a fish bit the hook, His Majesty the King whispered softly to himself.

"It's so silly and cute."

Meanwhile, King Faber's bedroom.

The king is enjoying a hearty breakfast.

In his hand, there is a piece of information.

It recorded the news of the destruction of the whole branch of the "Knights of the Rose".

The king glanced at it and ignored it.

"Today's lamb chops are delicious."

the king praised.

"According to your Majesty's instructions, I have been driving them to eat fresh grass, so the taste has become better."

The court attendant replied with a smile.

"That's also the work of the cook and the shepherd."

"Reward them with a year's salary."

"Your Majesty, you are truly generous."

The court attendants immediately bowed their heads to salute, then slowly withdrew to present the rewards.

And after the attendant left, the king put down the knife and fork, sat up straight, and said in a voice that only he could hear, "It's really unpalatable...but this is the only way I can distinguish the taste." different."

As he spoke, the king spat out the mouthful of mutton.

The moment it hit the ground, the mutton began to corrode the ground.

The king glanced at it and paid no further attention.

Compared to these, he was more concerned about Dilkmore, the head of his Knights.

"I hope you die like this."

"I will give you a grand funeral."

There was no sound.

It only echoed in the heart of the king.

Everyone has everyone's plans.

When the purpose is the same, even seemingly enemies can cooperate.

Example: George VI to the North.

Example: King Faber vs. Dirkmore.

This is not the first time they have collaborated.

As early as ten years ago, when Dirkmo had a decisive battle with the three heads of the 'Dragon Blood Knights', the two sides had cooperated once, and since then they have cooperated several times, and each time they have cooperated happily.

this time?

King Faber hoped the same.

Outside the field of vision of ordinary people, the undercurrent is surging.

But there is one person who silently pays attention to all this.

Skiffens Steinbeck in disguise took his guardian knight Angke to walk on the streets of Fabol's capital 'Sak'.

In the early morning, Sac was full of traces of last night's carnival.

Yesterday was not a holiday.

Just plain entertainment for the Sacks.

People with hangovers can be seen everywhere on the street, and the traces of happiness are even more stained on the body.

"Look, why I say Faber is likable - unrestrained, carnival, it's beautiful."