A stubble galloped wildly, its hooves smashing a column of smoke and leaving shallow pits in the hard pavement. There is only the simplest saddle on horseback, in other words, a piece of soft leather plus two stirrups. A short knight stood lightly on a stirrup, carrying only a cloth bag and no reins in his hand.

"Hurry, hurry!" he exclaimed, weeping. He knew in his heart that after this long-distance run without counting horsepower, the best horse in Qiaodu City might not be able to shine again. No matter how lightly traveled, no matter how much burden was put on it, a horse that wanted to be faster than a bird over long distances would have to pay with his life.

There are no carrier pigeons and ravens in Qiaodu City to Tawu Harbor City, and the teleportation circle is also a distant thing, and the only hope for those trapped on the central island is the horse under them. The rider was well aware of this, and the horses seemed to be aware of it, and they marched side by side, crying that they would never see each other again.

"Quick! Tawu Harbor City! To the east, continue to the east!"

Thanks to the determination and will to build roads without interruption, the Revy Magic Empire has a better trunk transportation system than any country on the continent of Yongli, especially on the road from Tawu Harbor City to Lighthouse Territory. The hard, fine sand paved with gravel is comfortable for both the hooves and the wheels, and every two hundred meters on either side of the road are paired with stumps with magical runes that control the elemental environment around them. They absorb the free elements around them, let the earth elements press down on the sand and gravel, let the rain and ice and snow leave the road surface, let the wind not carry away the hard sand here, and let the road surface basically have the ability to maintain and repair itself.

In addition to arranging for the road supervisor to replenish the sand, soil and stones, and clean up the severed limbs and fallen leaves, the royal family will let the magic school inspect the car and replenish the elemental gems in the road piles, and the cost will come from the income of the teleportation array. The land of the empire belongs to His Majesty the Emperor, and the face of the road is a display of His Majesty's strength, and it is presented to everyone fairly. Although Qiaodu Castle has not yet been incorporated into the Empire, the knights have begun to thank this Emperor in their hearts. His horse friend was able to enjoy the best road in the world during the last run of his life, and it was not in vain that he had been exercising for running all his life.

"Are you going to kill them?"

The Knights of Hell have sniper positions on the old walls of Port Tawu, where the best gunners are on duty, armed with heavy sniper guns that are nearly two meters long. This halfway between the magic spear and the magic light cannon is enough to knock the dragon down, and it can also penetrate Feige's daily magic shield to pierce his body. The only way to fend off this weapon is not to dodge it, and to steer clear of it before its power reaches a point where it could cause damage. Feige had mastered this magic technique by experimenting on himself, but the knight didn't, and neither did the horse.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, let him into town. The chief of intelligence, Maxers, said: "His Majesty the Emperor has known and allowed him to enter the city. As for the sentry posts he had broken through before, His Majesty the Emperor had forgiven them. This knight and this horse were burning their lives to accomplish their mission, and His Majesty the Emperor had never asked ordinary soldiers of the empire to do so, so the victory of the knight and the defeat of the soldier were justified. ”

"The Knights of Hell will not fail, for we are ready to sacrifice our lives for His Majesty the Emperor at all times. Tron was not quite satisfied with Maxers's words, but he could understand him, after all, they belonged to different groups, warriors who dared to sacrifice and speculative intelligence mongers. "Let him pass. Signal the gates to clear the space for him to enter the city. ”

The Knights of Hell is a team that absolutely obeys orders and discipline, and because of this, no enemy can force their way through the city gates, not before, and not this time. The soldiers at the gate quietly parted the crowd and made way for horses to gallop. Today is the day when His Majesty the Emperor has made a contract with all the old nobles, and they are all in a clearing in the riverside hunting ground north of the city, and the fastest way to get there is through the city. This route, or every one of them, is under the watchful eye of the Knights of Hell, and no one can get through it without Tron's orders.

The knight didn't know about it, but he didn't need to know either. At the city's major intersections, Maxers placed people who were vendors, tourists, workers, or children playing. They would stand in the way of overturned crates, wagons, or their own bodies, and guide the knights in the right direction with all sorts of talking voices. The city guards who appeared at the right time would also drive him to the north of the city, ensuring that he could "rush straight into the venue".

The knight didn't know how he managed to storm the city, he only knew that there was a force in the darkness that supported him to keep going, and he felt that it was the guidance of the angel of the goddess of truth and thunder. It was impossible for him to see Koktar the Phantom Serpent with his eyes, let alone know that the Emperor's gaze was on his back.

Even if he told him, he wouldn't believe it. His Majesty the Emperor was waiting for him at the venue, for Feige believed that the arrival of the knight would put an end to the boring banquet in front of him. In front of him were the old nobles from thirty-three realms, roughly divided into six customs, and therefore performed in six different ways to ensure the "sanctity of the covenant." In Feige's opinion, this is a pure waste of time, because no matter what the customs of these people are, the goddess of truth and thunder will not be the guarantor, and all the rituals together are not as effective as a devil's contract, but they will not choose the devil's contract.

Charni was interested in rituals and had a life as a troubadour, which led to her appreciation for music, painting, and costumes. However, being a troubadour prevented her from accessing the rituals that were only used among the nobles, so her interest was visceral. She provided the smile and applause needed today on behalf of the Royals, while Feige was responsible for providing a cold, serious expression, as well as closed eyes.

"Your Majesty, are you asleep?"

The lucky one who was lucky enough to sit next to the Emperor was the former Duke of Nagil from Snake Rock City, a fat old man who loved to laugh. He was the highest of all the old nobles, and he was particularly harmless to humans and animals, so he was elected to sit next to Feiqi. He doesn't care if the covenant is not a covenant, anyway, whatever the emperor wants, he will give, surrender and exchange life is a good business. He had always been curious about what His Majesty the Emperor, who was known as the strongest man in the world, was like, so he kept telling him jokes and trying to liven up the atmosphere. Feige kept his eyes closed, never replying. Until now.

"No, I'm not sleeping, I'm praying for you. "A warm person is easily popular, and if he's honest at the same time, he'll quickly gain some friends," Feige said. Keeping friendships is never easy, but it's never that easy to harvest them, right?"

"Ah, your majesty, you are a wise man, and I would love to have a friend like you. ”

"So, future friend, tell me honestly what you think of this covenant meeting?"

The former Duke of Nagil covered his mouth with his fist and coughed, then said with a smile: "Your Majesty, I think that people who can make changes to adapt to the new era will be able to live well, these dances and rituals that belong to the old era are a complete waste of time. I've always believed in the power of man—don't get me wrong, I believe in God's power, but I think I'm so insignificant that God probably doesn't care about me. The power of the gods exists, but these dancing people are definitely not. ”

"You're all right, but it's all because of your research on me, right? I'm honored that you value me so much, but I know very well what I've said and how it's been described in other people's books. Tell me something I don't know. ”

"I'm sorry Your Majesty, Emperor, I'm very sorry. I...... Then I can only say that not all nobles are happy with such an ending, especially Monta Marse. Recently, he has said a lot of bad things in private and ruined your reputation. ”

"It turns out that there is still nothing new. Feige closed his eyes again and began to "pray." The former Duke of Nagil swallowed, and suddenly felt like he was on pins and needles, and quickly drank something from the cup to suppress the shock, regardless of what it contained.

Just as the sixth stage of the ritual began, there was a noise from the south, and the sound of horses' hooves and exclamations of exclamations came into the ears. Immediately afterwards, I saw that the tent where the clothes were stacked was overturned, and a horse broke through the thick canvas and entered the venue. Everyone left their seats, either to dodge or to intercept them. The former Duke of Nagil tried to pull His Majesty the Emperor to dodge, but before his hand could touch Feiqi, he was hit back by a burst of electricity. Shani glanced at Feige, then placed her hands lightly on her shoulders, fingertips not far from the anti-paralysis sunglasses.

"Neigh...... "The horse went limp on its front legs and fell forward. It was exhausted, and at the last moment of its life chose to land on its chest and head and neck, preferring to break them than crush the rider. The knight was able to roll forward from his horse, barely braking himself in an awkward position. He glanced around, then rushed to Monta Marseille and pulled a crumpled letter from his backpack.

"Luke the Landwalker, what's wrong with you? He stepped forward and took the letter.

Feige raised his hand and waved it slightly, and the others realized that this was not an assassination, and returned to their seats slightly disappointed. But they immediately noticed that His Majesty the Emperor, who had not moved, had left his seat, and had not taken the Empress with him, but had come to the center of the field alone, in front of the dead horse.

"I want this. Feige declared to himself. When they heard this, they smiled, and they could all see that the horse had gone through a very cruel long march and had done its duty, and His Majesty must have been moved by it, and was willing to bury its body.

"You did it!" Monta Marsele roared suddenly, drawing his sword from the belt of the guard beside him, pushing the messenger away and charging at Feige. Everyone was stunned when they saw it, and the screams broke through the sky. They all looked at His Majesty the Emperor's guards, and they couldn't help but worry if they would be eliminated in a counterattack.

"What did I do?" Feige looked at Munta and turned to face him, then stepped forward. Monta gritted his teeth and rushed forward, slashing his sword diagonally from top to bottom. Feige didn't dodge or block, but the sword didn't feel blocked, causing Monta to stagger and almost lose control of his center of gravity. He lifted his hand, and the blade was only about three inches long at the bottom.

The rest of the blade floated in front of Feiqi, about three fingers away from his body, as if it was blocked by some invisible barrier. His Majesty the Emperor grasped the broken blade of the sword with two fingers and put it in front of his eyes to examine it for a moment.

"This weapon is useless, there is only one sword in the Yongli Continent that can threaten me. ”

The blade melted in his hand, turning into a small mass of molten iron. Monta looked at the broken sword in his hand, which was not even as good as the fruit knife, and was gritting his teeth to gather strength, trying to stab again in vain. At this moment, his tired messenger knight shouted, "My lord, the people in the castle are all right!

"What?!" Monta Marse's sword fell to the ground, and he turned around and shouted, "Are you sure......?"

"Your Excellency, you haven't finished reading it yet. The Knight of the Courier suddenly covered his mouth, and everyone present - except Monta - took a breath of cold air. Feige pulled a spooky axe out of the air and struck it at the back of Monta's head. This lord from Qiaodu City did not realize that he was on the verge of life and death, and his relatives and subordinates did not dare to warn him at all, for fear that if he really annoyed the emperor, their lord's head would move.

Fortunately, Feige only shook it three times, and the axe turned into a bunch of colorful bubbles that fluttered into the sky. "Do you need help?" said Feige to Monta, "Wielding a weapon at the Emperor is not the right way to ask for help. ”

Monta's heart was beating violently, and his ears were filled with the rumbling sound of blood pounding. He read the letter, noticed the time, and knew it would be done by Fitch Hall. The Marseille family's Qiaodu City has been standing for more than 300 years, what kind of flood has not been seen? This flood that occurred in late autumn and early winter is not natural at all, then there is only one explanation: magic!

Legend has it that His Majesty Emperor Feige Hall's magic can do a lot of things, and I know that he is very strong, but no one can say what he can do, is there a limit? A terrible flood thousands of miles away, is this something that one person can do? Monta was skeptical, so he turned around and looked Feige in the eye. There was no trace of emotion in the eyes of the magician, no pride, no doubt, no pity. He did it!Monta's instincts had already shouted the answer.

But why? Didn't he need the bridge to cross the city? Why did he destroy the crucial bridge, why did he let the castle fall? Monta's face was cloudy, blue and red, just like his wavering heart. If it was to vent his anger, why didn't he get caught up in the flood? No one may know, but Monta knows it well: the materials and structures used to build the bridge are far more stable than the castle that has been expanded many times.

As he stared at Feige, the carcass on the ground shook for a moment, then black smoke rose from its nose, mouth, and open pores, condensing in the air and refusing to disperse, taking on the appearance of a black horse. Although it is black smoke, it does not give people a terrible or evil feeling, its eyes are full of spirituality, and its movements are gentle and elegant, which makes people think of one word: phantom.

"It's a shame that you're out of control. What made you swing your weapon at His Majesty the Emperor?" Feige seemed to know what was happening behind him, and he raised his hand, and the Phantom Pony placed the horse's head in the palm of his hand, rubbing it lightly with his chin. "Monta Marse, are you not taking the Entente to heart for such rudeness? ”

"You're not my friend, and you obviously have important things to do. I agree that you will leave and go back to your own territory. It is clear that you do not want to give it to the Empire, and you are not determined to kneel before me. ”

"Most importantly, you don't know what my magic can do, and you still don't believe what I'm saying. Feige patted the black Phantom pony on the head and said, "I said I could resurrect the dead, and now you see ...... too."

Before Feige could finish speaking, Monta knelt down facing him. The lord gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, knowing full well that this was the only option.

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