The Sun King's Evidence

PS: Everyone knows what happened recently, so I won’t say much more. The public chapters have been blocked for four chapters. I have tried to write as lightly as possible during this period. I also hope that readers will bear with me and not be too harsh.

PS2: The update is late because the starting point is crashed and I can't log in. There is nothing I can do.

PS3: Because of the website, all the chapters before May 20th are gone. I don’t know if they can be restored.

Matthew Bader's room above the ruins of Richard's Castle.

The black knight Mashubade is sitting in the room. The wind of death is raging around him. The face of Musilon's snake is already very pale, even a little purple. He has his eyes closed and sits on a seat decorated with many gorgeous gems. .

Arkhan's gift, all the Black Holy Grail knights have been killed in battle, and all the power in them has also flowed back to Mahhubard. The power, combat skills, and experience of more than a dozen Holy Grail knights have flowed back to Mahhubard. On the body.

Relying on so much energy and experience, Mahhubard finally broke through the Holy Realm as he wished, but after all, these strengths are not his own. What Mahhubard has to do is to integrate and understand and turn these things into his own. .

He needs time to digest, and the undead army that suffered heavy losses also needs time to replenish its members. Now there is a huge corpse pit outside Richard's castle. The new undead army is being resurrected and assembled. Mad Duke Merovingian is dead, and Ma Hubbard now lacks an undead lord who can take charge alone.

Mahhubard was waiting, and Mousilon's serpent ordered that no one should disturb him.

Mousilon's viper closed his eyes, and the sad face of his father, Raun-Leo Cornwall, flashed in his mind from time to time.

Does the father really regret this? Mahhubard thought more than once.

But that was not important anymore. Duke Mousilon sneered in his heart. He was Raun's son and the orthodox heir to Raun's title, kingdom regent and throne candidate.

Since Raoen's life and death are unknown, as Raoen's son, he has the right to inherit everything from Raoen.

Then he becomes the king, goes to the Holy Grail Cathedral, and reveals the true face of the blue pool in the lake!

"Quack~quack~quack~" Just when Mathubad closed his eyes and felt the power of the dead Black Holy Grail knights, a two-headed crow landed on the window of his room: "Quack~"

"Did you succeed?" Mahhubard immediately realized something and sat in the shadows.

"I said, this is a deal. In order to show you the sincerity of the great Lord of Destiny, we will help you a little this time." The two-headed crow looked a little embarrassed; It was old, so old that it could hardly stand, and there were only a few feathers left on both wings. When it heard Mahhubard's words, it opened its mouth: "I completely destroyed the Spire Palace and defeated Ryan - Malcador and his army, now he has fled into the Forest of Shalon."

"Repulse?" Mahhubard immediately frowned instinctively. This was not what he wanted!

However, Mousilon's Viper immediately realized that the Tzeentch Demon Army would never devote all its strength to him because there was no reason, just like he also refused to believe any news about the Tzeentch Demon.

They are just collaborators. The Great Demon of Tzeentch wants to get the holy object, and Mahhubard can give it to him. Lion Malcador needs someone to deal with it, and the Demon Army of Tzeentch can provide help.

snort! Let's take advantage of these chaotic scum for a while! Mahhubard narrowed his eyes. The situation was critical at that time. He made this choice for the time being. Everyone took what they needed. When he took control of the country, there would be no more chaos.

"I need you and your army to stop Ryan Malcador and possible reinforcements from the south." Mahhubard put forward his own conditions.

"Okay, then I need to get the Lion Lance." The two-headed crow whispered: "If you want to use our power, you need to pay the price. Mousilon's poisonous snake, the great Lord of Destiny, is not something that mortals like you can tempt. of."

Lion lance? ! Mahhubard frowned when he heard this.

The Lion Lance was in his hand. After defeating Raun, Mahhubard did not get the Sword of Kurona, but the Lion Lance did fall into his hands.

Thinking of this, Mahhubard felt very hesitant. Although he hated Raun, he never denied that Raun was his father, and all his actions could actually be understood as him asking for his legitimate rights, because He is Raun's son and has a weak claim. When Raun has not designated an heir, he can launch a war to claim that he is the legitimate heir to all of Raun's inheritance. This is also his biggest capital for inheriting the throne, and it is blood. .

Just like if Ryan dies suddenly, despite his and Sulia's son Devin Hill's strong claim, Ryan and Emmanolly's son Frederick can still declare that I am my father's legitimate heir by launching a war.

Therefore, Mahhubard believed that he was the owner of the Lion Lance.

But the request of the Great Demon of Tzeentch cannot be ignored. Mahhubard knows that he is very weak now, and the undead army is also very weak. Merovingian died in the battle, and it will take time to reassemble an undead army.

A swarm of bats flew by outside the window, making a burst of noise.

The two-headed crow stared at Mahubard. Its meaning was very clear. The previous help was free, which was a small gift from Saint Trazech, but nothing good would happen after that.

This is part of the deal, and the Chaos God Tzeentch has shown his sincerity.

"Can you give me some time to think about it?" Mahhubard still didn't want to hand over the Lion Lance.

"Yes, it must be as soon as possible." The two-headed crow did not have any overreaction. It shook its head, and magic flowed in its blue eyes: "There is also the crown of Duke Musilon and the indestructible lake light of the lance. This is also part of the deal."

"Why do you want to get the holy object? What use does this thing have for you?" Mashubade asked intentionally: "I don't understand."

"This is my lord's order to collect thirteen holy objects." The two-headed crow did not seem to intend to answer this question: "Thirteen lances and the crown of Duke Mousilon, this is part of the plan."

"You didn't tell me the truth."

"You don't need to know the truth, mortal, you become king and we get the relic, this is a deal."

The two-headed crow flew away from the window sill, and there were still a large group of bats flying by outside. Mathhubad's eyes were wandering, and he was hesitant.

Obviously Carlos, the great demon of Tzeentch, the Weaver of Destiny, is here with a great mission. Mousilon's Viper has a premonition that if Carlos collects thirteen lances and the Duke of Mousilon's crown, there will be extremely terrible things in the world. something happened.

As long as they don't gather together, Mahhubard can only convince himself this way for the time being.

What he didn't notice was that after a group of bats flew past the window outside the room again, they left Richard's Castle and flew into the distance.

…………I am the dividing line of a transaction…………

In late March, in the Chalon Forest, at the Southern Knights Army Camp, it was early spring, and the night was as cool as water.

The campfire burned quietly in the moist forest land, making crackling sounds. Cold winds blew from the forest. There seemed to be some extremely terrifying noises in the dark forest. Simple tents were set up one after another. The wood elf rangers were patrolling the outside, while the troops inside were seizing the time to rest.

Almost all of the serf soldiers were injured. They used bandages and precious wound medicine to treat their injuries. They sat together in twos and threes and ate dinner. The army's supplies were relatively abundant, including meat and vegetables. They boiled water to prepare the food. Put the brown bread in a pot and cook until soft and hot, then add a small amount of grains and fresh vegetables for dinner.

Most of the people were silent, and occasionally some injured serfs let out low wails. Most of the wounded were treated, but there was no doubt that many of the wounded had lost their arms, legs or eyes, waiting for their generals. He would be forced to retire and return to Lane's territory to farm with a pension.

This was unacceptable to many serfs, and many injured serfs cried over it. They would rather die in battle than become disabled.

The tall shrubs and deciduous forest leaves were covered with dew, dripping drop by drop on the muddy forest land and on everyone's hearts.

The Spire Palace was destroyed, and the entire castle melted. After fighting hard and holding on for a day and night in front of the undead army, the Spire Palace did not even last for two hours before it collapsed in front of the Tzeentch Demon Army. This made many soldiers simply accept it. No.

The only good thing is that the casualties of Lane's army were not very large, because the Tzeentch army did not pursue it when they saw this army retreating, so almost all the soldiers who did not die in the battle successfully retreated through the pontoon bridge.

Put a few pieces of whole wheat bread into the bubbling iron pot, add a piece of pork bone and a few strips of pork belly, Captain Raymond of the Halberd Company sat on a stone. He was lucky enough to only have his back. A piece of skin was scratched on his body, which was very lucky for Raymond, who had been a soldier for many years.

Being able to eat so much meat is naturally not a treatment that ordinary soldiers can have. Lord Bertrand, the battalion commander of the Chalon Forest Patrol Battalion, sat opposite him. The forty-year-old Green Arrow sighed and shook his head. , picked up the bowl and tasted the broth.

Seeing that Raymond never made any move, Bertrand smiled and said, "Don't you want to eat?"

"Many brothers died, so I don't have any appetite." Raymond was indeed a little hungry, but he really didn't have much appetite. During the battle with the Tzeentch Demon Army, a runaway slave who had a good relationship with him and lived there A serf soldier next door to the dormitory turned into a ball of charred ashes right in front of Raymond.

Bertrand continued to eat after hearing this. Lord Winford smiled bitterly and said: "Boy Raymond, there is no way for soldiers to die in battle. Let me tell you, our casualties of more than 600 in this battle are considered very light." Well, Her Majesty Morgiana has saved countless lives with her magic!"

"...That, Sir Bertrand?"

"Um?"

"Is that... Chaos Demon? Are they too powerful?" Seeing no one around, Raymond asked cautiously: "Chaos Demon really exists?"

"Shut up! Boy Raymond!" Bertrand's expression immediately changed after hearing Raymond's question. The two long beards under his nose trembled several times: "This is not an issue you should be concerned about. Be careful. ! Otherwise I won’t try to save you if you disappear from the world one day!”

"Ah! Yes, I know." Raymond was startled. He suddenly realized what a terrible thing he had done and quickly lowered his head to express his mistake.

Bertrand wanted to say something more, but a kingdom knight wearing full plate armor and a tattered robe approached from a distance: "Bertrand? Are you there?"

"Yes, I am here, Mr. Leofric, what can I do for you?" Bertrand quickly put down the empty bowl and stood up. At the same time, he gave Raymond a warning look, and then stood up to greet him: "I'm here. "

The visitor was none other than Leofric Carral, a knight from the Kingdom of Winford and the champion of the last Knights Conference. He looked at the large iron pot with whole wheat bread, pork and vegetables cooked in a group of sergeants with some disdain, but Thinking that Bertrand was a person admired by Duke Francois, he could only try his best to be pleasant and said: "We are going to have a meeting. Mr. Lane asked about your whereabouts. Come with me."

"Yes!" Bertrand responded quickly, and he immediately followed Leofric and left the camp.

Seeing Bertrand leave like this, the sergeants' faces were full of envy. Although Bertrand seemed groveling in front of Leofric, being able to speak relatively equally like this was an unimaginable honor for all serfs!

Bertrand followed Leofric to the other camp, where the knights were stationed. A huge tent stood in the middle of the camp. When Bertrand opened the curtain of the tent, the Holy Grail knights and the nobles all Already seated, the only seat left for Bertrand was the one closest to the door in the entire tent, and he quickly sat in.

The atmosphere in the tent was obviously a little low. Ryan stood in front of the long table and looked at the map. Morgiana, who was wearing a threaded lily dress, sat on his right, and the sorceress, who was wearing a black leather coat and high-heeled boots, sat on his right. Theresa sat on his left.

"...Losing the Spire Palace means the failure of our plan to regain Mousilon this time." Ryan nodded when he saw Bertrand appearing, and then continued: "The appearance of the Tzeentch Demon Army is really weird. Normally, He said that the undead and chaos are not friends but enemies, so I am fully responsible for the fall of the Spire Palace because I was not prepared. I accept criticism and correction."

The knights had various theories about this, but generally they did not think that this was Ryan's responsibility. The appearance of the Tzeentch demon army was too sudden and too inexplicable, and there was no way to prevent the army from being defeated by surprise.

Needless to say, the power of the Chaos Demon Army is natural. Even the most elite troops of elves and dwarves are still very difficult to deal with an organized Chaos Demon Army, not to mention that there are many serfs in Ryan's army. Losing It's normal to win, but it's a miracle to win.

"I don't blame you for this, Ryan. None of us expected that a Tzeentch demon would lead an entire army of Tzeentch demons to appear in Mousilon." Morgiana shook her head and sat sideways on her chair. on the top, holding the Holy Grail of Potion in his hand: "Chaos demons will not enter the mortal world easily. They must have their purpose for entering the mortal world."

"The purpose of the Chaos Demon..." Fedmund, the Knight of the Holy Grail and son of Duke Bodric, pondered: "There are generally two possibilities for the Chaos Demon to come to the world. The first is to destroy, and the second is to find or destroy someone. Something designated by the evil god."

Jerod also nodded, and he also frowned. The knight of the Kingdom with the title of Holy Knight was pale. He was injured by the Tzeentch Demon in the previous battle, and the injury is still not healed: "If it is destruction, Then there is no way that the Tzeentch demon army will give up chasing us."

"So it's to destroy things?" Armand lowered his head and thought, he said doubtfully: "Chaos wants to destroy the Spire Palace?"

"It doesn't look like that either." Ryan shook his head.

Everyone was caught in doubt.

The sorceress Teresa said suddenly.

"Ryan, do you think the undead will collude with Chaos? Form a coalition?"