The Sun King's Evidence

"What a young knight." Morgiana stared at Cornier with her green eyes: "For such a young knight to be promoted to company commander, there must be something special about him."

"Yes, that's right. What I didn't expect was that this kid has grown to this point." Ryan looked at the young knight with fluff around his mouth, and a flash of memory flashed in his eyes.

There is no concept of nepotism among the White Wolf Knights. In Yurik's view, the only person worthy of becoming a White Wolf Knight is to be fierce, reckless, and at the same time a little cunning of a wolf. Only with enough Military merit and enough trophies must be presented to Yurik in the White Wolf Temple to prove one's glory.

Well, at the same time, Yurik also emphasized that pure men must fight in close combat, so White Wolf Knights never equip long-range weapons. Yurik also emphasized that carrying a shield on the battlefield is an act of fear of death, so many White Wolf Knights choose Without helmets or shields, they would chant Ulric's name on the battlefield and then charge head-on.

Ryan was a little uncomfortable with this situation at first, but when he saw a White Wolf Knight angrily shouting the name of Yurik, ignoring a large number of arrows and directly hitting a Chaos Warrior in the head with a warhammer, Ryan realized that this was an idealist world.

So before the battle, Ryan also started shouting the name of the emperor crazily in his heart. The effect was really good, and his combat effectiveness doubled.

A gust of cold wind blew through the arena, blowing Aldreeld's red lion's head cloak and Conil's white wolfskin hood. The Duke's son also got a twenty-minute break. The palace The wizard and the subordinates immediately poured hot potion on him and applied it to some of his tired parts. Aldreeld took a glass bottle, raised his head, and drank the entire bottle of wine in one gulp, and then The knight of the kingdom let out a big wine belch somewhat indecently.

The aura on him became stronger.

There is a famous saying in one of his drinking parties, that is, if you drink enough wine, you can meet the lady. If you haven't met her yet, it's because you haven't drunk enough yet.

The battle resumes.

Conil raised the warhammer, and as his leather gloves gripped the warhammer tighter and tighter, a violent and angry will began to appear in the young white wolf knight.

Aldreeld's face was filled with the blush from red wine, like a furious lion: "For the lady!"

"For Yurik!" Conil's aura grew higher and higher, just like a huge wild wolf hunting in the cold northern forest. It opened its mouth and exposed its sharp fangs. .

"White wolf fighting spirit!" Ryan whispered in the stands.

The first to attack was still the brave White Wolf Knight. He moved vigorously, the skull on the silver skull warhammer shone brightly, and the hammerhead of the warhammer struck Aldreeld's left shoulder with a tricky step.

The Kingdom Knight immediately noticed the White Wolf Knight's intention. Conil's war hammer was at a good angle. The Kingdom Knight found that if he wanted to use the usual technique of raising a shield to block, he would be completely unable to use force. The initiative to fight will be taken away.

Aldreird's eyes were red, and he made a sound like a lion's roar. The knight of the kingdom did not retreat but advanced. The knight's long sword drew a beautiful arc and slashed directly towards Cornier's chest.

"For Ulric!" Conil's war hammer and Aldreeld's sword arrived almost at the same time. The sword blade cut through the White Wolf Knight's shoulder armor and tore his flesh, but his war hammer was directly separated. The war hammer hit the Kingdom Knight on the shoulder.

"Hmm!" The two men retreated almost at the same time, and some minor injuries inspired the knight's bloody spirit.

"For...lady!" Aldreeld roared, his sword and shield combos were like a lion pounced, powerful and heavy, Conir was even more violent, sword and warhammer, shield and warhammer clashed and splashed out The sparks keep coming.

"In the name of Ulric!" A fierce fighting spirit began to appear in Conil's body, burning like a bonfire on a cold winter night. He was arrogant, tenacious, and unyielding. This flame tortured the enemy and himself. , relying on this power, Conil's war hammer swept continuously, bursting out a series of attacks like wind and waves, and the war hammer's attacks became heavier and heavier.

Aldreeld began to gradually fall into disadvantage.

"Sure enough, Cornier is indeed unique in becoming the company commander of the Knights at such a young age." On the stand, Ryan nodded slowly: "To understand the White Wolf's fighting spirit at such a young age is really not to be underestimated. It just depends on how well he controls it.”

"...I can feel the wolf smell on him from such a distance." Morgiana frowned, obviously not liking it: "Don't you think that the White Wolf Knight has an unpleasant smell on his body? What? Don’t they know how to pay attention to personal hygiene? "

"...My Highness, please don't generalize." Ryan thought to himself that I can't answer this question because he was also a White Wolf Knight.

"...I'm not talking about you." Morgiana also realized that she was wrong.

The atmosphere is a bit awkward. In fact, this is a problem shared by the entire human kingdom. The empire is essentially a confederal empire composed of multiple countries. The effectiveness of the emperor's orders depends entirely on whether the emperor is strong, and Brittany Asia is also composed of many principalities. For example, Francois can ignore the king's orders, so people are always proud of their own customs and culture, and regard other people's culture as worthless.

The Witch of the Lake seemed to want to apologize, but she didn't know how to say it. Ryan said it didn't matter, but calmly changed the subject: "Aldreld, the heir to Duke Lyonnaise is going to lose! "

In the middle of the arena, Aldreird was retreating. The young knight of the kingdom tried hard to hold on to his shield and sword. However, after the White Wolf Knight repeatedly beat him, his arms were sore and numb, and the benefits of drinking a lot of alcohol gradually faded away. , his mental excitement was declining, and the influence of alcohol made him unsteady on his feet.

The tip of the sword trembled.

"Uh-huh!" "Bang!" The silver skull warhammer's head swept across the lower half of the long sword, and then tilted it diagonally. Aldreeld finally couldn't hold the hilt of the sword, and the long sword flew into the sky.

Aldreeld could only rely on his shield to defend, while Conir became more and more crazy, and his war hammer kept hitting the surface of the shield.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

The shield gradually deformed, and the duke's son behind the shield was also sweating. He tried hard to lift his arms, and he was already kneeling on the ground.

He is not willing to admit defeat yet.

"That's enough! We lost this game!" Aldreeld was still unwilling to admit defeat, but Duke Dalhaide of Lyonnais decided to give up. He immediately stood up and shouted.

"No! Father!" "That's enough, Aldreeld!" Almost at the same time, Dalheide and Aldreeld shouted at the same time.

"...Okay, I give up."

"This is a victory for Ulric!" This time it was the empire's turn to cheer. The noises of the White Wolf Knight and the Cheetah Knight resounded through the sky. It was not until the servants came out to drag Aldreeld back that everyone realized The Duke's legitimate son was already covered in bruises.

In the cold void, two gods were watching the duel in the arena.

"Hahahahahaha! So what if I lose Ryan, I have many outstanding young men here!" The White Wolf God of War Yurik, wearing a silver-white ancient plate armor and wolf skin, saw his champion The warrior defeated his opponent. He couldn't help but feel proud and said to the goddess opposite him.

The Lake Fairy in a long silk dress did not answer Yurik's words. She kept a straight face and said nothing.

"Listen to me, listen to me, my brothers, my Lord Elector, I have achieved a victory, but I have not yet been able to do my best, I have not yet been able to achieve the end!" Kony Er raised his war hammer and said to the cheering crowd on his side.

Then the cheers gradually stopped.

"I still have someone to defeat! Since you are the champion, Britannia should also send a champion to challenge! Or do you have the guts to accept my challenge?" Conil raised his war hammer and looked directly at the stands. Ryan on.

The Lake God Witch immediately showed a fierce look on her face, and Morgiana was about to reprimand the young White Wolf Knight Captain for his ungrateful behavior.

Ryan shook his head and sneered: "My Lord, I'll come as soon as I go...Conil Redsfield? I accept your challenge!"

Seeing that Ryan was dispatched, King Richard let out an unsatisfied sigh, and Duke Dalhaide of Lyonnais looked at him with displeasure. On the contrary, Francois and Lawn both looked at Ryan. an encouraging look.

"Very good, today, let us decide who is the real champion!" Conil Redsfield revealed a row of yellowish teeth.

Ryan put on his own psychic power armor. He held the hammer in both hands, and the Nemesis was carried behind his back. Facing the young and energetic Yurik champion warrior, Ryan looked up and down, and suddenly said: "You are Do you exercise every day? I think you seem to be quite strong."

"I'm not doing anything in particular, but I'm conquering the beastmen." Cornil replied.

"Have you found a girlfriend?" Ryan asked with interest.

"Not now." Cornier didn't expect that Ryan would have time to ask him this, so he answered subconsciously.

"Not now? Then when?"

"Go to... last year?" Cornier looked guilty.

"Then you'll definitely want to relax occasionally, right?" Ryan already laughed.

"You can have this! You can have it! You can have it!" The young champion warrior Yurik became interested.

"Then... what kind of gameplay do you generally like?" Before Ryan could say anything more, an angry voice came from his sea of ​​consciousness: "Ryan!!! My champion, what were you talking about during the duel? !Is the arena a place to exchange those experiences?”

"I am indeed still the king..." Conil wanted to say more, but his face suddenly turned pale.

It seems that Yurik has also shown his strength.

"Okay, let's talk about these things later. Now let me send you off first." Ryan grinned, and he became serious.

"Don't look down on people!" Conil was furious after hearing what Ryan said. He shouted at Ryan and rushed towards him.

Light blue psychic energy spurted out from Ryan's body and gradually poured into his psychic power armor. He held the war hammer in his hand and placed the hammer head on the ground.

There is explosive energy gathering in the streamlined muscles on the strong arms, and the terrifying power is concentrated here. At the same time, the light blue psychic energy is gradually activating part of the psychic power armor.

High effort, Ryan muttered silently.

The White Wolf Knight came roaring like a flying cannonball.

The Holy Grail Knight stood firmly in place, like an immovable stone.

Conil came closer.

Ryan's arms drooped, and the gryphon war hammer moved slowly on the ground, and then gradually moved upward from the lower right driven by the huge power of the Holy Grail Knight.

Getting closer, getting closer, Ryan could already smell the wolf scent on Conil, and the White Wolf Knight's war hammer was already falling towards Ryan's head.

In a flash of lightning, Ryan moved.

There is a gryphon war hammer that contains the power of thunder. Surrounded by the strong wind, it strikes directly upward from the lower right at an extremely fast speed. The hammer strikes Conil directly in the abdomen.

"clang!"

The captain of the seventh company of the White Wolf Knights found himself rising off the ground in disbelief. His feet left the arena ground uncontrollably. He foamed at the mouth and flew into the sky.

Ryan put away his war hammer, saluted everyone at the venue, and then returned to his position naturally.

In the distance, Conil fell to the ground, splashing countless dust, and his silver skull warhammer fell to the ground with him. The champion warrior of Yurik wanted to say something more, and a transparent stream of water spewed out from his mouth. of stomach juice, then rolled his eyes and fainted.

The arena was silent.

After a full minute, thunderous cheers erupted from Britannia.

"Awesome! Long live the lady's chosen champion, Lord Ryan!"

"This is so exciting, just one strike, just one strike! Oh my God, lady on top!"

"Did you see it, fellow humans on the other side of the mountain, this is the strength of our Britannia!"

"Praise ma'am!"

"In the name of the lady! Champion, champion, champion!"

So crisp and easy, the morale of the Kingdom of Knights was greatly shaken. Even Richard, who disliked Ryan the most, twitched his beard and smiled. The great nobles of Britannia straightened their backs and their faces were full of joy. contempt.

"...Damn it." Boris rushed up to check on Conil's injuries. He knew that Ryan had already held back his hand. If the blow had hit the chest, Conil might have died of his injuries: "Take him down quickly. Healing.”

The servants came up quickly, and Yurik's champion warrior dragged him down.

Then, the elector raised his head and said unwillingly: "Britannia is really powerful. We admit that we lost today's competition, and the glory belongs to you."

"I have also seen the strength of the White Wolf Knight. Brittania is also happy to have such a powerful ally." Richard quickly added.

The competition between knights and knights ended with Britannia's victory. In the void, the Lake Fairy left with a satisfied face and a smile. What was left behind was the extremely corrupt white wolf Yurik: "This Bichi! Steal my man and use him against me!"

"Ahhhhh, I'm so angry!"

complete victory (certain)