The Blackening Journey of the Abandoned Knight

In this world, the talent of warriors or fighting spirit is possessed by everyone.

From the most basic point of view, the fighting spirit in this world is the special energy produced by the combination of spiritual power and physical strength. As long as you exercise hard and stay healthy, you are an apprentice-level warrior.

This is a career that is easy to get started, but not easy to upgrade.

The entire empire has a population of 2000 million, assuming that there are 1000 million people who can reach the apprentice level, 100 million official beginner fighters, [-] middle-level fighters, and [-] high-level fighters, then the holy rank is only... In addition to the current road, There are only five people.

Now several holy ranks other than the one who opened the way are missing, and the state of the entire empire is seriously insufficient in high-end deterrent combat power.

This also means that the movement caused by the road's expansion of the field in the city is greater than anyone imagined.

The civilians listened to the battle on the street and huddled in their homes tremblingly. The fighters from both sides fought on the street with swords and swords. The sparks of the collision were especially conspicuous in the dark night. On the street where riding was originally forbidden, the Templars of the past and the Templars of the present The horses passed by, and the iron hooves of the armored horses trampled on the ground, vibrating like steel hammers, no matter how fierce the battle was, their attention was also focused on the palace.

"...that kind of power is as conspicuous as the sun in the dark night." The smoker leader couldn't help but say.

Ada, who was by his side, couldn't help but complain, "What's the difference between the sun and the day in the dark at night."

The rest of the smokers couldn't help nodding in agreement.

The smoker leader's mouth twitched, but he didn't want to lose his temper at the boy, so he could only divert his firepower, "You little bastards, have you finished your work? You are clearly told to behave well in front of His Royal Highness, but you are all lazy here, Do you still want the wages?!"

The smokers dispersed in a rush, but there was no motivation for their actions.

No wonder, after all, their opponents today are really easy to deal with.

The second prince's subordinates naturally also have secret troops like them who are in charge of black work. They are dealing with this group now. The second prince is deeply favored by the emperor. He couldn't help leaning towards his younger son, even this group of secret troops was selected by His Majesty from among the smokers to protect the second prince's life.

Smokers even get to meet a few familiar faces they trained with.

The purpose of introducing the second prince's subordinates in this way is to explain that the second prince's subordinates may have problems in morality, style, relationship between men and women, etc., but they are not bad in terms of strength.

But now, the smokers who fought against them really felt that their opponents were extremely weak.

The smoker leader naturally knew the reason. He subconsciously felt the moving field not far away before turning his gaze to his opponent.

Despite the masks covering their faces, the Smokey Chiefs could see the desperation of dying in their exposed eyes.

They have no fighting spirit.

Although it is in the calculation, I really did not expect the deterrent power of the holy rank to be so great... Or, it is better to follow the second prince to do those outrageous things. These people have long known in their hearts how their future will end. right?

Throughout the ages, standing in a team has been a very important issue, but it is very unfortunate that you are forced to stand in a team that you know is wrong.

The smoker leader mourned for these people for three seconds, then took a step forward, opened the secret door behind the bronze statue in front of him, took a few steps back, and bowed respectfully.

Ansair led Ada to look at the secret door together, and the dark secret door opened

The eyes of the people in the second prince's secret army were even more desperate. Under the condition that there was only the second prince as a healthy heir, even if the rebel army had a holy rank, they still had a chance of surviving. But after His Royal Highness woke up, they were There is absolutely no way out.

No, there is still a chance for a comeback.

Just as Ansair stepped across the secret door, a blacked-out dagger struck silently from above their heads, light and fast, but exerted force at the last moment.

Got it!There was a burst of ecstasy in the assassin's heart.

Then he felt something was wrong.

A slender hand rested firmly on his wrist, preventing the dagger from getting an inch.

The ecstasy turned into despair, and it took a few seconds for the assassin to withdraw from the turbulent, emotional blow that belonged to him. What he met was the flat eyes of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

This person is indeed more majestic than the lord he follows, the assassin thought.

But he is not his own monarch.

He broke free from the opponent's hand without hesitation, regretting to see that the smokers had stepped forward to firmly protect his target, turned his wrist, and pointed the dagger towards his neck, using force without hesitation.

"Protect Your Highness!" It was a little late to shout, but the smoker leader had already pulled Ansair back.

——still splashed all over his face with blood spurting from the common carotid artery.

The smoker leader wiped his face expressionlessly, then looked at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who was behind him.

Ansair's condition was better than his. Although he was also splashed with blood, it was concentrated on his shoulders and chest, which were covered by his clothes.

It's nothing, the smoker leader took a look, first made such a definition, and then stepped forward and asked with the habitual attitude towards delicate and dignified people: "Your Highness, are you okay?"

Ansair waved his hand to indicate that nothing was wrong, and the smoker leader backed away knowingly. Ada, who was facing this cruel battlefield for the first time, finally vomited from one side, and was startled by Ansair's expression when he raised his eyes.

This guy's smile is so scary!

Adding adjectives to the expression on his face, it can be described as a smile that is a huge challenge to the skin and muscles. Ansair looked at the blood on his chest and successfully exuded a strong (bian) big (tai) aura that ghosts and gods should not get close to.

Noticing that the atmosphere was not right, the smoker leader asked, "Your Highness, do we need to wait for Master Pale Knight?"

Ansair raised an eyebrow.

The leader didn't raise his head, he only heard His Highness's voice from above his head.

The crown prince's voice was hoarse for some reason.

He said, "No."

In the end, Ansair was the only one who entered the dark room.

Walking through the long stairs, the blond and thin man pushed open another small wooden door and lit the oil lamp on the wall.

This room is very simple. Compared with the room, it may be more appropriate to call it a wet cave. There is no decoration on the wet black and gray walls, and puddles of liquid gather in the low places on the ground. There seemed to be ghosts swimming in the cave.

It seems that the proficiency of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has entered here for the first time. He deftly ignored the chilling atmosphere and walked towards the thing that should not appear here in terms of style.

A bed.

A crimson, gilt-painted bed, with black muslin hanging from high above, enclosing this gorgeous bed.Vaguely looking inside through the black gauze, one can see a block of different colors on the top of the bed.

Weak, rapid breathing can be heard in the cave.

From the moment he stepped here, Ansair's face turned cold, until the breathing of the person lying on the bed became more rapid, and at the same time he let out a "heh-heh--" groan, before he moved forward He took a few steps to the head of the bed, but did not lift the black veil to check the state of the person on the bed.

The voice of the person struggling on the bed suddenly became louder.

Ansair remained motionless until the strength of the person on the bed was exhausted—not much time in terms of weakness—and then suddenly spoke.

"It's been a long time, Your Majesty."

Yes, obviously, the person lying on the bed is none other than His Majesty the most honorable emperor of the empire.

"I really didn't expect to see you again, but I don't think you expected to see me either." Ansair's face was cold, his eyes were cold, and his tone of voice was also cold, "Look Seeing that I am in good health, neither missing arms nor legs, you seem to be in a bad mood."

Ansair's still serious tone descended all the way, and a dangerous aura surged in the dark cave.

He stretched out his hand to brush away the falling black veil.

Lying on the bed is an old man, a very rich and peaceful old man, with healthy rose red cheeks, delicate skin, gray hair and beard, each one is very smooth, obviously their owner is Serving them like a hard-working farmer tends the crops in the field, the old man's eyes are wide open, and the inevitable cloudiness in the lens due to aging makes a pair of physiological organs look particularly terrifying.

Ansair's perfect jewel-like eyes met the old man's cloudy eyes.

His Majesty the Emperor's struggling movements stopped, and he flinched, trying to speak.

That is impossible.

The white, elastic, wide and thick cloth bound the old man's whole body up and down from the pupae to the bottom of the nose. It was no wonder that the old man could only make incomprehensible vague sounds.

"Hehe." Facing the scene in front of him that would cause unsuspecting people to accuse him of disrespecting the elderly, the blond man just chuckled, sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, resting his chin with his hand for the rest of his life, "Seeing the current appearance of my lord father, I It feels really good."

This sentence seemed to turn on a switch, and the old man's whole body jumped and rushed towards him.

But Ansair pushed him back with one hand.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince smiled, and uttered venomous words in an unusually peaceful tone.

"Can you tell me how you feel after being harmed by your beloved youngest son? If there is a clerk to record it in a book, you may be able to buy it for a good price after a few years. "

His Majesty the Emperor, who had exhausted all his strength in the blow just now, was out of breath, but he couldn't make any more reactions, only a pair of eyes stared wider and wider.

"I met a few mysterious people who are omnipotent. I thought I could use them to get rid of me and consolidate the regime, but I didn't expect the mysterious people to like your youngest son who was raised as a pet by you. Look, look, even they are too Knowing that persimmons should be picked soft, your wisdom is still much stronger than my brother."

Ansair smiled, as if he was just telling another anecdote to his old father, who was unable to go out because of his handicap.

"Actually, there is nothing wrong with what you have done. Emperors throughout the ages have used everything to consolidate their rights. In the final analysis, I did something wrong. I overestimated your bottom line. As a son, you are better than your father." It's an unforgivable sin." Thinking of something, Ansair raised his head and tapped his index finger on his chin, "I originally planned to keep a low profile, but it's a pity that your assassination came too early, which made me and him I still want to thank you for meeting you.”

The old man trembled, watching the face that was only slightly similar to him when he was young approaching him, the excitement of possible escape caused by this person entering the dark room, the question of why he didn't die, and the anger at others' inability to do things, finally gradually subsided , replaced by the fear of losing control, the fear of exposure, the fear of death.

Will you die?After finally dragging along an ignoble existence until now, will he die?

"You will die," his eldest son responded. "Even the gods have inevitable decline and death. How can you achieve eternal life?"

The blond man, who was indeed as handsome as a god, tilted his head, "The moment you made a move on Lu Qing, your end was already doomed."

Really exposed?The old man let out a sigh of relief, who betrayed him?

"No one told me, dear father," Ansair, who fully grasped what the old man on the bed was thinking, said again, "You can guess things just by looking at the results, and the behavior of the frizzy second child is not as clean and tidy as yours Well, whether it's using the hands of barbarians to kill my Lu Qing, diverting my attention with mysterious people, or framing me after the fact, it's not something the second child can do, even if someone gives him advice. "

Ansair stretched out his hand, and touched the crown of thorns on the old man's head with his fingertips.

Judging from the simple appearance, the crown, which is the same sacred artifact as the five sacred stars, was not visible at all, and it fell from the old man's head with a clang under the old man's disbelieving eyes.

At the same time, the old man's skin lost moisture quickly, the rosiness disappeared, the skin wrinkled, the age spots appeared one by one, the fat was evaporated, and the white hair was falling off. After a few seconds, without the blessing of the holy artifact, he looked like an ordinary The dying old man is no different.

The last thing His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire saw in his life was that his rebellious eldest son gave him a standard salute.

Ansair's last words did not pass through the depleted vestibulocochlear nerve, and the old man could not hear what he said.

"Rest in peace," he said.

***

In a starry sky, Lu depressedly retracted the expanded field.

Well, where is he now... where?

The author has something to say:

Set two plot points in each chapter, and then think that the number of characters will be bad if the plot points are too few, so Nineteen will always enjoy the water at the beginning of a chapter.

At the end of writing, I found so many extra words

hate

It was nineteen yesterday. I made a mistake. The suit of the playing cards is hearts, spades, clubs, and squares. The first spades I saw on Baidu...

qaq

Although Nineteen is stupid, don’t say it out (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Also, it will be a long time before the two of them meet, even if they want to chop me up, Nineteen will not change his mind ヾ(≧fen≦)〃