The Sun King's Evidence

Above the Montever Pass at night, the evil moon Mosrib hangs high.

The lonely cold wind blew through the mountain pass, and the meadows on the high mountains of Monteverre were swaying in the wind. The gray mountain peaks in the clouds and mist in the distance were covered with snow all year round. The famous river Grace Murray flows from Monteverre. It flows under the city and merges into the sea via Gisoleaux and Mousilon.

The Principality of Montfort is located in the upper reaches of the Graysmoray River. It is no less majestic than the place at the Mousilon estuary, but the current is rapid and the roaring waves are rushing to the shore, making it a bit more dangerous.

The whole battalion of the Brittanian Crusaders mourned the death of Bertrand, the Marshal of Brittania and the commander of the Old Guard.

Among them, no one was more sad than Raymond, the acting commander-in-chief of the Old Guard.

Raymond, a fugitive slave from the Principality of Lyonnais, was hungry and escaped from the village with his old mother and younger brother. They fled south, experiencing unimaginable difficulties along the way, and finally escaped into Xia. Long Forest.

There, he welcomed a new life, as did his old mother and younger brother Thomas.

His mother is over sixty this year, but is in good health. His younger brother Thomas is now the chief engineer of Mousilon and is with the army.

Raymond himself has been ranked among the Holy Grail Guards. As the deputy commander and acting commander of the Old Guards, his story from a mud-legged man to the Holy Grail Guards has inspired generations of Britannian serfs. Tell them that even if they are mud-legged in the countryside, if they work hard, they will one day become a guard of the Holy Grail.

Is it very chicken soup? In fact, no, because too many serfs escaped from their humble status through war and changed their lives against fate.

For Raymond, Bertrand was his mentor and friend. When he arrived in Jean City, it was Bertrand who took him to integrate into the local area. The two sides have always fought side by side. Bertrand Lang rose from sergeant to knight errant, knight of the kingdom, baron, Chosen of Tar, earl, and marshal. Raymond followed closely from a runaway slave and carpenter to the current deputy marshal of the Old Guard.

In Raymond's heart, Bertrand was like a mentor, a friend, a relative, a comrade-in-arms, and a father.

Raymond could hardly describe his sadness in words. He dismissed the crowd and sat alone in a patch of grass, crying. He could no longer cry. He was also in his forties this year. What has happened in these years? They have all experienced it. The commander-in-chief of the Old Guard huddled himself in the grass. The midsummer night was unspeakably cold, but he felt very cold.

Only the whirring of the wind through the flock and the rustling of the alpine meadows remained.

Spending time with Bertrand one by one, the two of them laughed together, fought together, rejoiced together, and drank together quickly passed through Raymond's mind.

I don’t know how long it took, but footsteps came from behind Raymond: "Raymond? They said you were missing, but you are here."

"Please, can you just leave me alone for a while?" Raymond said subconsciously.

"Oh? Are you allowed to miss Bertrand alone?" The visitor sat next to him and put down a glass bottle: "Raymond?"

Raymond raised his head from his arms, and in his blurry tearful eyes, he saw the familiar face of Knight King Ryan. Raymond was so frightened that he quickly wanted to stand up, but Ryan held his shoulders: "Shall we have a drink? "

"I..." Raymond wanted to refuse at first, but seeing Ryan's eyes, he knew that the great Sun King was not asking for his opinion, but making an unquestionable decision through kind questioning.

Many times when Wang discusses things with you in a friendly manner, he doesn’t really intend to discuss it with you. He just respects you and helps you step down.

And this is the king, the king who has created countless military miracles and economic miracles!

Ryan sat next to Raymond. The King of Knights had no airs. He took out two mugs and poured himself a glass of Paragon Remy Martin brandy: "Come on, do it. One cup is for our ultimate chivalrous war, one cup is for us." The late Marshal Bertrand."

"I..." Raymond watched the mug being filled with wine and couldn't help crying again: "I just..."

"Life and death have their own destiny, don't be sad, Raymond, Bertrand just turned into a star in the sky, he will protect us forever, come on, do it!" Ryan raised the mug again.

"Do it." Raymond didn't say any more. After drinking a glass of Remy Martin, the hot wine, the sweet fragrance, and the long aftertaste were intoxicating, and at the same time, the memories became clearer.

"These days along the way, I now think of it as if it was yesterday." Ryan put down the mug, and the king smiled, with tears in his eyes: "I think of my adoptive father Norman, taking me and the hound into the forest of Nord When I was hunting, I was wrapped like a ball, one foot deep and one foot shallow."

"I thought of my first exploits in the Battle of Lapland as I grew up."

"I remembered my battle with the beastman Beast King Gorr the Tooth. I fought him with a warhammer for a long time, and finally broke its head."

"I thought of Marienburg, Kurona, Jean, Mousilon, Blackstone Fortress, La-Messnel Monastery, and the Badlands Eight Peaks. I thought of Ulthuan and Mort. Jin's final cry was remembering Obion and Morgul, and the Skaven and Sigvald."

Ryan also recalled the past, and the King of Knights' eyes turned red. He looked at the night sky: "Fifty years ago, I was like this, alone, looking at the night sky... I just want to say that today's reporters really have no experience at all. , Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Ryan burst into laughter and burst into tears: "Now Bertrand is gone too. Youth is like a flowing river. Once it's gone, it's too late to say goodbye. Who knows whether the most beautiful flower back then will still be the same one it is today?" ?”

"Your Majesty!" Raymond also wiped away tears. He was silent for a long time: "Can you answer me a question?"

"explain?"

"How many more victories do we need to win, how many more enemies do we need to defeat before we can truly have peace?"

"No peace, just war." Ryan shook his head slightly: "Life is not given by God, and peace is not deserved. They are just trophies we snatched from this dark, deep, distant, cold universe."

"So cruel, is this the fate of mortals?" Raymond then asked.

"After I learned that Bertrand was dead, I thought of many people." Ryan did not answer Raymond's words: "I thought of Denis, the hunter who risked his life to tell me about the rainy season, and of Luo who followed me first. Puss and Olivier thought of the proud half-elf Estelle, of Hux who sacrificed himself for others and continued to run on horseback, of Bo Derek, Davout, Rokossovsky, Lu Xi’an and the others even have that guy Mathhubard, Kemmler Heinrich, Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord Skarsnik, Headhunter Quick, and oh yes, there’s also Black Iron Motkin.”

"If everything could stay before the Battle of Anmir, how wonderful it would be to have the military parade before our decisive battle with Morgul, with all ten marshals present and the military in full glory. That would be great," Ryan said with a smile.

If everything could have stayed with the Emperor's Great Crusade, with all twenty-one Primarchs present, the Emperor personally commanding the Custodes, and the bureaucracy headed by Malcador fully supporting it, the Imperium of Man would have recreated the glory of the Golden Age in the Great Crusade. How wonderful it would be for a moment! Ryan thought so.

Raymond didn't know what Ryan was thinking. He just nodded silently. The Battle of Anmere was the pinnacle of the Brittanian army. At that time, all ten marshals were present, all elite troops were fully staffed and they were all veterans of hundreds of battles. Although the subsequent Skaven invasion and the Battle of the Seed of Destruction were won, the quality of Britannia's army actually declined due to the death of outstanding generals one after another and the loss of a huge number of veterans.

But in such an intense war, except for Chaos, who dares to say that the quality of his army has not declined?

Ryan and Raymond stopped talking. You and I drank the Remy Martin in one sip.

"Everything has to look forward." Ryan stood up. Raymond seemed to have an illusion. The sentimental Ryan just disappeared, and the wise, decisive and omnipotent Sun King was back. Raymond only heard him say: "The highest The high command has decided that you will be the commander-in-chief of the Old Guard! You will be promoted to Marshal of Britannia! Rothier will be his deputy."

Raymond felt a thunder blast in his ears. He quickly stood up and subconsciously wanted to kneel down on one knee: "No, Your Majesty... Supreme Command, you'd better hire someone else, I am Raymond Mountbatten." How could the escaped slave of Lyonnaise be so virtuous?”

"How can Bertrand be a fugitive slave from Bastogne? How can I, Lane, a Nord country bumpkin with a sledgehammer?" Lane turned around and said: "We have already made a decision."

"...Yes!" Raymond knelt down and took the marshal's scepter from Ryan's hand. He suddenly shouted: "I have something to say. Please listen to your majesty before leaving!"

"Say." Ryan stopped and nodded.

"This life and this body are all given by Your Majesty. I originally lent them to Your Majesty. Your Majesty wants to take it now, so why not regret it!" Raymond shouted, and the new Marshal of Britannia took an oath of allegiance.

Hearing Raymond's words, Ryan stood there blankly. The cold and cruel expression of the emperor appeared in the mind of the original body, and the sarcastic, loving and peaceful old face of Imperial Prime Minister Malcador appeared in Ryan's mind.

Your Majesty wants to take it, why would you regret it?

The appearance of Kaldo Diego appeared in the mind of the original body, and the figures of the supreme mentors of the Gray Knights of all generations appeared one after another. Some of them have passed away for thousands of years, but a little spiritual light across time and space still responded. The call of the Primarch.

Your Majesty wants to take it, why would you regret it?

After a long time, Ryan said softly: "Yes, your Majesty wants to take it, so there is no need to regret it."

That night, in the red, blue and gold-domed tent belonging to Britannia.

A really fierce battle has just ended.

On the soft big bed, Ryan hugged his wife Sulia from behind, put his hands on her beautiful black stockings and rubbed them, enjoying the silky smoothness from the ultra-thin stockings and the sensual feel of the elastic hands, Ryan lightly Breathing softly, he pressed his wife's bright golden hair, which was damp with sweat, from behind, feeling the afterglow.

"Ryan, what's wrong with you?" Sulia enjoyed her husband's love and fascination for her, and at the same time she wanted to push this clingy person away with a little disgust. The Queen of Knights only felt a little funny, a little proud, and a little strange.

My husband went out to consecrate Raymond to a marshal and he didn't know what happened when he came back. He got extremely anxious while still at work. He picked her up by the waist and walked directly to the inner tent, which made everyone feel a little embarrassed and quickly left. Sylvia, the head maid, stood guard outside the big tent, and the inner tent shook for a full two hours before it stopped.

Lidya Su doesn't mind that much. She and Ryan are husband and wife, and she also likes Ryan to take the initiative to love her. She also likes that when Ryan feels wronged or unhappy, his first reaction is to come to her, but the question must be asked clearly. Female The knight said lazily: "Did you encounter any trouble?"

"The marshal is really a high-risk profession. I don't know who will die in this ultimate chivalrous battle." Ryan said sadly: "I don't know about Bertrand. I thought he was just suffering from a minor illness. He is so strong. Why did a man suddenly become ill, and why did he die before we had a chance to see him?"

"Life is impermanent, dear, don't blame yourself." Sulia turned around and pressed Ryan's head on her plump roundness: "We are all sad about Bertrand's death. He was a great man, and even more so. It was us who set up the banner and benchmark to let the serfs see the hope of promotion, and it was us who let Raymond take over. What's your fault in this matter?"

"I know, but I still..." Ryan gritted his teeth. He still blamed himself. He was the original body of the Gray Knight. His psychic power was second only to the Emperor and Malcador. He thought he could do anything. It happened, but now six of the ten marshals have left.

He now understood that someone as perfect and superior as Guilliman would occasionally lock himself in the depths of Macragge's Glory, looking at the things of his former heirs and subordinates, and silently shed tears of sadness.

"Bertrand must not have regretted following you, just as I have not regretted marrying you." Sulia said softly: "My dear, it doesn't matter that our husband and wife do this in private. We must never dare to do this outside. The whole knight Taoist Holy War Army, the core morale of the ultimate chivalrous battle lies with you, and more than half of the knights and nobles headed by my father are more inclined to defend their family and country."

"I understand." Ryan hugged his wife in turn: "Again?"

"Well..." Sulia nodded with a blush on her face. Although the Queen of Knights did not want to say it, she did enjoy the private time with her husband: "Wait a minute, I will take a shower and change clothes and stockings. You Yes, we sweated a lot just now and it was sticky and uncomfortable."

"Okay!" Ryan turned over, and the couple arranged for someone to prepare hot water and took a mandarin duck bath. As soon as the couple got out of the bath and planned for the second half, someone came to disturb their private space. Sylvia, the head maid, opened the tent door: "Your Majesty, Madam."

"Call Ryan." Ryan glanced at Sylvia, his head maid: "Otherwise, I'll serve you with a stick."

"The wood elf woodland lord Araros is here." Sylvia ignored Ryan's warning and said quickly: "He arrived with five hundred horses, just outside the tent."

"What?" Ryan stood up: "Please!"

Araloth walked in, his expression looked very depressed. The wood elf hero came to tell Ryan on the order of Lilith that the forest king Orion was dead, all the wild cavalry under his command were destroyed, and the eternal queen Alarielle decided to marry To Malekith, the two parties are about to hold a wedding. Lilith predicts that the final battle for the elves is coming. She asks Araloth to come with his own private tribe to follow Ryan in the ultimate chivalrous battle.

Orion, the king of the forest, is dead?

Killed by Tyrion, the incarnation of Kane, holding the sword of Kane?

Will the three spirits be reunited? The Dark Phoenix King Malekith is going to marry the radiant Eternal Queen Alarielle?

Ryan was stunned by a series of news. The Sun King immediately immersed his soul in the storm of subspace and tried to contact Lilith.

Unfortunately, it was of no use. He could not contact Ulthuan, which was now filled with blood and the laughter of the four Chaos Gods.

Ryan was still waiting to explore further. An extremely sharp killing intent came from far and near, and the crazy roar was soaked with endless resentment and torture. In the center of the storm, a twisted man with one hand dripping with blood was The god held the sword of Kane burning with killing flames and roared continuously towards the entire subspace.

That's Tyrion's voice!

Aralos suddenly felt his eyes darken, vomiting blood and fell to the ground, while Ryan could barely hold on, and he recognized what Tyrion was saying.

The regent of Ulthuan was heard declaring war on everyone in the world with endless hatred:

“All things are created to nourish people, and people have nothing to repay to Heaven!”

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

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