doom knight

It's a time of turmoil in Bitsia.Long-term heavy taxes and the autocratic dictatorship of the nobility have plunged the entire country into an unprecedented crisis.

Of course, whether it is taxes or the arrogance of the ruling class, it is a problem that most countries on this continent will face, but when this problem accumulates for a long time and cannot be alleviated for a long time, it will inevitably lead to turmoil.

And popular rebellion is often the most capable of shaking the foundation of a country.

The northern part of Bitthia has been occupied by rebels, and the royal capital in the central part is also facing a crisis of siege.Once the capital falls and the royal family is arrested, the entire country will fundamentally collapse.

Today, Ellen, the capital of Bitthia, has been besieged by the rebels for nearly a week. Whether it is the forces against the rebels, or the food and water sources in the city, there is an emergency situation.If the reinforcements continue to disappear, Ellen, the brightest star in Bittia, will undoubtedly be captured by the rebels.

Ellen? Palace

"Hey, Frege, hasn't Cadiz come back yet?" Andre, the second king of Bitthia No. 70, who was sitting on the throne, stared anxiously at the people sitting next to him.

The man lowered his head respectfully, his long hair hanging down softly by his side.Unlike the sunny blonde hair of ordinary Bittians, his hair color is lighter, and it looks almost like moonlight in the night in a dark place. If you don't pay attention, you will think it is a rare silver hair.

He looks younger than his age, looking less than 20 years old.Of course, Andre knew that the great priest was already 25 years old.

25 years old, as the great priest of a country, this age seems very incredible, but it is true.And the honor of the Great Priest was bestowed by Andre himself.

"Unfortunately, no matter how fast General Cadiz is, it will take at least a week." Frege replied softly, his unhurried attitude was in stark contrast to the anxious king.

"Damn it!" Andre cursed in a low voice, "When Cadiz comes back, Ellen might have already been captured!"

Frege raised his head slowly, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. General Cadiz is going to quell the rebellion in the west. If he rushes back, he may be ambushed by the enemy..."

"Then what should we do here?! Damn the rebels are so arrogant!" Andre punched the armrest of the throne, scaring the maid next to him, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Frege continued: "I swear to protect His Majesty's safety to the death, please don't worry..."

"Hmph! You won't say that after you've seen the methods of the rebels!" Andre stood up abruptly from the throne, "You'd better go back to the temple and pray, or the rebels will come in and kill you." The temples are all demolished!" He said, and left the meeting room with a flick of his sleeves.

Frege maintained his usual gentle expression, bowed slightly to the monarch who left the table rudely, and then turned to leave.

His entourage, Rael, stood outside the splendid and majestic meeting hall.

"My lord!" Upon seeing him, Rael immediately ran over. This young man is still a trainee priest and has been studying with Frege since three years ago. "How is it? What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

"Nothing, just a little uneasy." Frege asked, "How is the battle going?"

"It's just over." Leyle replied quickly, "It was almost captured."

"Really..." Frege sighed.Judging from the fact that the rebels occupied the north in just four months, and then quickly developed their forces in the rest of the region, it is not surprising that they can achieve the current situation.

"Has...General Cadiz not come back yet?" Rael whispered, "If he came back, Wang Jun wouldn't be beaten like he is now."

"General Cadiz must be very anxious now," Frege couldn't help but looked up at the sky, the blue sky was incredibly clear. "I originally thought that the western region was the main force of the rebel army. Who knew that they deliberately lured the main force of the king's capital to leave and wanted to capture the king's city. According to the plan of the rebel army, I'm afraid... It has been calculated that General Diss will not be able to fight in Ellen. Hurry back before being captured..."

"What?!" Rael couldn't help but exclaimed, then lowered his voice, "No way..."

"If there are no accidents, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, the rebels will launch their main attack." Frege said honestly.

"grown ups……"

"Where are the priests?" Frege's attitude was still very calm, as if predicting that the royal city would be captured was just a matter of talking about the weather.

Leyle's lips trembled a little, "They all went to the front line to treat the soldiers."

"Let's go too," Frege said flatly.

Kerel stood still.

"What's wrong?" He stopped and asked back.

"Do you... want to cover the royal family members from Ellen through the secret passage?" Rael asked in a low voice.

Freire was silent for a while before opening his mouth, "It's not yet time, this matter can only be implemented on the day when the city gate is breached."

"Yes, my lord." Rael replied after being stunned.

"Let's go." Frege turned around and continued walking.

Next to the gate of Ellen City is the school yard, where all the troops in the city are stationed.The war has just ended, and order here has not yet recovered from the chaos.

The defender of the city is General Lan Nuo, who has just turned 35 this year and is in his prime.Even so, it was somewhat exhausting to be continuously fatigued by the rebels.

Just after leaving the battlefield, he was inspecting the wounded and asked his soldiers to confirm the number of people who could continue to fight and the number of injured.As soon as the priests came over, the court mages also began to treat them. Even so, the number of deaths and serious injuries continued to rise gradually, and fewer and fewer people could continue to fight.

Numbers are a problem, as are weapons, food, and even horses.

In fact, the only solution was to wait for General Cadiz to return. Almost half of Bittia's troops were taken by him to suppress the rebellion in the west.

"The High Priest is here!"

There was a commotion in the crowd, Lan Nuo frowned, poked his head out of the tent, and saw Frege at a glance.

The young high priest was sitting on the white elephant, wearing a pure white robe, with his sleeves rolled up, looking down at the chaotic scene on the ground.

There was silence in his blue eyes, no matter what time, Lan Nuo couldn't see any emotion from the eyes of this great priest.He can always make the most correct judgment, always so rational and calm, even in the face of such... the battlefield after the killing.

Frege's mount is a giant white elephant, which is said to be a gift from an Eastern country.In ancient mythology, the elephant has always been a symbol of strength and bravery, and it is also an important animal in ancient religions.It represented strength, and usually warriors would use it as a mount, but Frege, who was good at light magic, unexpectedly matched this mount.

"My lord!" Seeing those slender blue eyes looking towards him, Lan Nuo raised his hand to say hello, "How is Your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty is very concerned about the situation here," Frege said lightly.His voice was crisp and penetrating, like the gentle impact of crystals, with the cleanliness of a servant of a god. "I will visit the wounded on behalf of His Majesty."

"Great, here." Lan Nuo waved to him, "I'm sorry to trouble you." Then he retracted his body into the tent.

"Has the High Priest come?" the soldier asked him.

Lan Nuo nodded, while directing the orderly to carry the seriously injured soldier into the tent first, "Here we come, hold on a little longer."

After a while, the curtain was lifted to both sides by two soldiers, and Frege, who got off the elephant's back, walked in slowly.

The scene in the tent is like the scene after a catastrophe.Since three centuries ago, offensive magic has been frequently used on the battlefield, and the refusal of various countries on this continent to truce has accelerated the improvement of harmful magic. It has evolved from a short-term to a long-term, from a small scale to a large scale. The number is increasing.

So what Frege saw was soldiers suffering from various traumas.Some were still howling with extensive burns on their skin, and some were on the verge of suffocation due to water magic and lost consciousness. Those with injuries all over their bodies were probably injured by magic such as wind blades, while those with extremely smooth wounds should be Dark devouring magic.

Most of the other wounded were injured by cold weapons, Frege sighed softly.This is the first battle since the king city was besieged?I'm afraid even the soldiers guarding the city have become numb.

"My lord," Lan Nuo suddenly walked up to him and said, "I will leave the people here to you."

"Don't worry, General Lanno," Frege promised.

"Then I'll go first..." After greeting the people around him, Lan Nuo walked out of the tent with two soldiers.

Frege watched his leaving back, and when Lan Nuo was about to walk out of the tent, he suddenly stopped him, "Wait a minute, General Lan Nuo."

Lano stopped, but did not turn around.

After taking two steps forward, Frege hesitated for a while before asking, "Where did the two soldiers beside you... come from?"

Of course, it is impossible for him to remember the faces of every soldier, but when he passed by General Lan Nuo just now, the man standing on the right side of General Lan Nuo exuded a fierce and murderous aura all over his body. What ordinary soldiers can have...

Frege only tentatively called Lan Nuo to stop, but who knew that after a brief silence, it was the soldier standing on Lan Nuo's right who spoke, the soldier Frege found strange just now.

"The high priest's sense is really sharp." His voice was clear and full of energy, and then he reached out and took off the military cap on his head, revealing short orange hair. He turned his head and saw a young and energetic face.

Frege was stunned, he didn't know the other party, judging by his appearance, he was only eighteen or nine years old, maybe a little younger... However, the murderous aura on his body was definitely no less than that of an experienced man. Fighting warrior.

"Lord Luther, you are always so impatient..." The person on Lan Nuo's left also took off his military cap, and it turned out to be a beautiful woman with fiery red long hair.Although the curves of her body were covered by the loose military uniform, it still did not damage her beauty, but instead added a kind of wild sex appeal to her.

"... Luther?" Frege frowned, staring at the orange-haired boy.If he remembered correctly, the leader of the rebel army was called Luther.

Luther Silvesdal, the leader of the rebel army, is a very famous magic swordsman on the mainland.

"Ah, I didn't expect the great priest of Bittia to be so young," Luther looked at Frege with interest, not caring that he was in the enemy's camp.

"General Lan Nuo!" Frege stared at Lan Nuo's back, "What's going on! Have you been threatened?"

Lan Nuo's tall body swayed, and then turned around, it was still the resolute face that Frege was familiar with.But he heard Lan Nuo's deep and firm voice, "Master Frege! This country is too corrupt, and needs new blood injection. The most direct way is to completely wipe out the corrupt royal family!"

"General Lanno!" Frege said loudly, "Please discuss the political issues after the rebellion is over! Are you going to betray Bittia!"

"No!" Lan Nuo said seriously, "On the contrary, if this country continues like this, it will perish sooner or later... Lord Frege, you are a priest, don't you have the will of the gods?"

"What..." Frege stared at him, stunned for a moment, the god's will...

The will of the gods has long since ceased to exist.

No one is more aware of this fact than Frege.Although there is still more than one country on this continent that believes in the God of Light, as early as three centuries ago, the gods gave up this continent because of killings and betrayals that continued to be staged here.

"Master Frege!" Lanno's voice was upright and firm, and he reached out to him, "Please join us! Rebuild a brand new country and end meaningless wars!"

Frege was speechless for a long time.Did the rebels not only occupy the north, but even the hearts of the king's city?

Yes, I know that what Lan Nuo said is correct, I know that this country is hopeless, I know that the autocracy and arrogance of the nobles make this country full of complaints, but...

"Stop joking, General Lanno!" Frege waved his hand in the air, as if to overturn what Lanno had said. "Don't forget Bitthia who gave you all the glory! You are betraying your motherland!"

This sentence obviously pierced Lan Nuo's heart, he stood there a little at a loss, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Ah, do the current priests like to play tricks?" Luther stretched suddenly, stared at Frege and said, "Hey, your words are useless, nobles or something...

"——It's the most annoying!" He pulled out his sword from his waist, "A group of clergy who only abuse taxes, have they contributed to the country? When the people are suffering, what have you done! Pray? That thing has Shit use!"

As he spoke, he swung his sword at Frege.

When he took action, the soldiers next to him drew out their swords to fight as if they had just woken up from a dream.

"My lord, please step back..." Rael immediately reached out to protect Frege, pulling him back.

Unable to refute!

Can't refute that boy's words!

Frege clenched his fists tightly. At least he knew that most of the clergy enjoyed noble treatment but did nothing.

This is the country's system, and this system...is itself wrong!

"Hey, these bastards..." Luther's swordsmanship was famous in the mainland when he was 12 years old, and he was called a genius. Of course, the soldiers were not his opponents.

His speed was very fast, and the tent was not big, and the soldiers who came up were immediately knocked to the ground by him.

"It seems that Ellen can only survive until now by relying on the strong city wall!" The red-haired woman said in a delicate voice: "Master Luther, please let me go."

"Hey... Hey! It's very narrow here, don't mess around..." Luther hurriedly dodged to the side.

Frege saw the woman open her lips and chant a spell, and a red lotus with gradual changes appeared in her white palm.

"Red lotus demon fire!" She easily activated a fire attack magic that an ordinary mage would need to chant for a long time.

"Hey! Alice, you're so messed up!" Luther cursed, looking at the heavily protected Frege with orange eyes that were the same color as his hair, thinking: Unfortunately, he wanted to catch him alive...

Just when the flame was about to rush in front of the group of people, a faint voice suddenly sounded, "Shield of Light."

In an instant, the red flame seemed to be swallowed by something, and it disappeared all at once.

Luther looked at this scene with some surprise, standing in his position, he saw the scene just now clearly.

Alice's flame seemed to hit a transparent wall, and then it was swallowed entirely, and now only the air waves burned by the flames remained, showing that it had once appeared.

He looked at Frege in surprise.

The priest's hand was still raised in the air. Although he was surprised and worried when he saw Lan Nuo's betrayal just now, in an instant, he returned to his original calm expression.

Her light blonde hair was like moonlight shining in the desert, and her blue eyes were as calm as a frozen sky.

This is the great priest of Bittia!He thought, be endowed with theocracy, the follower of God who the royal family relies on most!

He clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and his orange eyes stared at the high priest who looked to him as weak as a woman.His pure white robe was swaying due to the fluctuation of magic elements, and his delicate face was silent, as if these threats were not worth paying attention to him at all.

"Let's go!" Freguera grabbed the hand of his entourage and stepped outside the tent.

Luther hesitated for a moment and failed to catch Frege. He heard Frege's voice coming in, which was still steady and clear, "General Lan Nuo has rebelled. Now surround the tent, and the leader of the rebel army is also inside!"

There was a sudden commotion outside, and then there was the sound of hurried footsteps. In the chaos, Frege's calm command could still be heard.

"Ah, so there are priests who know magic." Alice said with some surprise, and then took off the large military uniform, revealing a sexy red mage robe, holding a red staff symbolizing fire magic in her hand.

Lan Nuo frowned and didn't speak, but he already held the long sword in his hand.

"Shh," Luther pointed at them, "be quiet."

Alice immediately calmed down, Luther listened carefully to the movement outside, and finally sighed, "I didn't expect this priest to be so calm."

"Frege is the great priest," Lano snorted coldly, "he is the most important person of the king."

"Really?" Luther narrowed his eyes.

"It's a pity that you can't participate in politics." Lan Nuo sighed softly, "The clergy cannot participate in politics. This rule has never changed."

"Still according to the original plan?" Alice asked.

Luther nodded, "Of course."

"Then what about these soldiers?" Alice pointed to the seriously injured soldiers. Most of them lost their combat effectiveness and were even unconscious.

"Let the royal army waste food." Luther showed a smile, "Now follow the plan. If possible, I want to catch that priest."

"Don't be kidding, haven't you seen his light magic?" Lan Nuo expressed disapproval.

Luther still looked indifferent, "You seem to have forgotten that my physique is immune to all magic."

Facts have proved that Frege underestimated Luther too much. No matter in terms of tactics or the courage and strength of one enemy against one hundred, the opponent is worthy of being the leader of the rebel army who fought all the way to the king's city.

This young man led the biggest rebellion in the history of this country, and even General Lanno was willing to serve under his command.

"Master Frege!" Rael ran over and yelled, "Please get out of here! They opened the city gate, and the rebels have already entered the city!"

"What?!" Frege clenched his fists tightly, and just wanted to go ahead to see the situation, but was pulled back by his followers.

"Please leave quickly, there is no mage guarding His Majesty!" Rael's words reminded him.

"But here..." Frege was worried and anxious.

"Leave it to me and the knights, please go to the king!" Rael pushed him.

Gritting his teeth, he put on the white elephant and walked towards the palace.

He didn't look back, every conductor has to learn to choose... but this time, maybe it's not just a matter of choice, but... a matter of life and death.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a white butterfly suddenly appeared in his palm, dancing lightly like a piece of paper.

"Go to the warden and convey my message...it's urgent, take Yinxi..." He gave the order with difficulty, he almost exhausted his strength to make this decision, "let him out, help us resist the rebels, as long as he comes out ..."

The butterfly flew away, heading in the opposite direction from the palace.

Frege watched the butterfly leave, feeling ups and downs.Eun-hee—how long has it been since he saw him?

That man... Thinking of him, Frege felt as if his heart was being strangled, and he couldn't breathe for a while.

No, now is not the time for emotion... Frege told himself that now is the moment for the survival of the country.

And God has long since left this continent.There is no one to rely on, no more...

Even though it was so far away, the sound of scuffle at the city gate could still be heard. It was hard to imagine what would happen now if he hadn't discovered Lan Nuo's rebellion and let the rebels directly enter the city...

I'm afraid they didn't even have time to resist, so they were wiped out.

That boy with superb swordsmanship and a powerful fire mage... It seems that the rebel army has a lot of high-strength combat power.

The palace is in front of you.

Because the palace does not allow large animals to enter, so Frege got off the back of the white elephant and walked into the palace.

Your Majesty should be in the chamber, someone has already come to report the situation...

"Ah, please wait a moment, Lord Priest." A lively voice sounded on the road ahead.

Frege froze for a moment, then stopped.

The entire corridor was silent, as if the sound just now was just his illusion.

"My lord priest, did God tell you anything?" A lively voice sounded from behind him this time.

"Did God tell you...to obey us?" This time it was from overhead.

"Which side does the god stand on in this war..."

Frege suddenly raised his hand, obviously without any weapon in his hand, but a golden arrow appeared out of nowhere in his other hand, he made a bow and arrow shooting action, without aiming, the golden arrow suddenly shot towards the upper right go!

Like a shooting star galloping across the night sky, it penetrated deeply into a huge pillar on the right.

The pillar started to produce cracks from the point where the arrow shot, spreading like a spider web, and finally the whole pillar fell to the ground with a crash, and the shattered stones splashed.

"Ah, it's so dangerous..." A boy stepped out of the dust.

Even the dusty sky still couldn't hide that gorgeous orange hair like the setting sun, and the slender figure gradually became clear, "Hey, priest, come with me."

Frege didn't move, looking at the boy with calm blue eyes.

Luther held a sword in his hand, and the flat blade still looked dazzling even without sunlight. "Come with me, I like you very much."

"I'm sorry, but I belong to His Majesty the King." The unwavering voice came from Frege's mouth, which was also his answer.

"It's a pity, it seems that we have to use a strong one." Luther looked troubled.

Facts have proved that people who can become famous in the mainland at a young age are not ordinary people.

When Frege used the light shield to resist, the opponent's sharp sword cut open the light shield at once, as if turning the magic of nothingness into substance.

Frege was knocked to the ground by the powerful shock wave, his light blond hair scattered on the ground like moonlight in the dark night.

"I'm sorry," Luther shrugged, "I'm immune to all magic." As he spoke, he swiped his sword in the air, "So, as a magician, in front of me, It’s as defenseless as a woman.”

Frege bit his lip and stared at the boy.

Immune to magic!

Not one person out of hundreds of millions of people has such a physique, even if it exists, it is difficult to grow up!I didn't expect Luther to have such a rare ability!

"Come with me." Luther looked down at the priest sitting on the ground like a proud king, "This country does not need to be guarded."

"No, I decline," Frege said, looking at him, "I decline your invitation."

"Ah, I hate being rejected, especially... the person I'm looking for!" He was still sloppy, but it sent chills down Frege's spine.This guy is—quite ruthless.

As soon as this idea appeared, Luther raised his hand and slashed at Frege with a sword.

As a leader, as a king, there is no room for rejection.

Perhaps most people who have met Luther think that he is an approachable leader, but in fact, his followers, like Alice, they all know that Luther has the bearing of a king, and even more of the cruelty of a king.

Frege closed his eyes when the blade that could cut through any magical defense fell.

finished……

It's over, nothing can stop the progress of history.This country is doomed to perish in decay, and the one who will create a new era——probably this person.

Luther Silvesdal.

But the sword did not fall on him as Frege expected, but there was a loud metal collision sound.

He opened his eyes suddenly, the roar of metal colliding still echoing in his ears.

A pure black long sword stood in front of him, holding the sword that was coming at him.

Frege looked at the scene in front of him in surprise.

In front of him was the back of a man, as tall and straight as ever.

Three years of prison life did not make this man a little decadent. His short black hair was a little messed up by the sword energy, but it didn't disturb his rhythm at all.

"Yinxi..." Frege murmured out the name softly.

Yinxi swung his sword violently. Although Luther leaped away nimbly, the bitter sword energy still cut through the clothes on his chest.

Surprised, he jumped back and distanced himself from the opponent.

"It's ugly, Frege." The man said in a slightly mocking tone, and the beautiful and deep voice appeared in Frege's ears again, "It's so embarrassing to be made by such a child."

Frege blushed immediately.This man is still unrelenting.

Standing up from the ground, he patted the dust off his hands, and said lightly: "I leave this place to you, and I'll go to His Majesty."

"Anything." Yinxi responded casually.

Frege looked at Luther not far away, and said softly, "Kill him, Yinxi, that child will definitely destroy this country."

"I see." Yinxi replied.

Luther stared at them from the moment the man appeared, the atmosphere here changed, becoming... full of murderous aura.

Luther, who was well versed in swordsmanship, of course knew that it was the murderous aura emanating from the other party—it was terrifying that a single person's murderous aura could reach this level.

This is almost impossible, even he can't do it himself.

That man...how many people did he kill to have such a murderous aura!

Luther watched as Frege patted the white robe, then walked around the man and walked back.

How come no spies have ever said that there are people with such good swordsmanship in kings?

He wanted to catch the priest, but the black-haired man was staring at him, and he couldn't relax, let alone bypass him to kill someone.

Forget it, the priest will be killed sooner or later anyway.

Luther put all his attention on the man opposite him.

The man is about two meters tall, with a slender figure of golden ratio, with skeleton muscles unique to technical fighters, and those black eyes are like beasts, but with a kind of incomparable arrogance, like... ah, darkness The eyes of the emperor of the world.

Thinking of this, Luther couldn't help but feel a little shaken in his heart.

But in battle, this is a big taboo!

Don't be shaken, Luther!

He said this to himself, and in order to divert that kind of thinking, he said loudly to the other party: "Report your name!"

"What about you?" Yinxi narrowed her eyes like some kind of dangerous big cat.

"Luther! Luther? Silvesdal!" Luther replied.

Yinxi thought for a while and said, "Oh, I seem to have heard of it."

"What about you?" Luther asked.

Yinxi waved the sword in his hand lightly, "Oh, Yinxi, but people like to call me 'Sword Emperor'."

Sword Emperor? !

Luther was intimidated by the name.

Yinxi threw the sword lightly, and suddenly threw the sword at Luther.

The black long sword shot straight over like a star.

Relying on years of fighting experience, Luther jumped up reflexively, and the black long sword was inserted into the place where he was standing just now.

The sword was not inserted peacefully, Luther could see it clearly in mid-air.

When the black sword tip touched the marble floor, a shock wave suddenly lifted all the floor tiles within a three-meter radius!And even the three meters below the ground burst open, forming a huge pit.

The powerful destructive force raised dust all over the sky, almost blocking Luther's sight. All this happened so fast that he almost had no time to react.

He hugged the pillar next to him in time to prevent himself from falling.

The dust slowly dispersed, and the boy's orange pupils shrank suddenly.

Standing in the pit was a man in simple black attire, holding a black sword in his hand, and his black eyes were full of cruelty and killing.

Eun-hee - when did he get there?Or did the man arrive as soon as the sword fell into the ground? !

"Ah...Frege seems to tell me to kill you..." Yinxi raised his head slightly, and his eyes fell on Luther like a beast, "By the way...you just said, what is your name? "