"I really don't have the leeway, and I don't have the right to refuse." Constance Dante said coldly, as if everything had nothing to do with him anymore, only indifference in his heart.

Bercis didn't say anything more, although he also had doubts in his heart, but the young man in front of him completely lost the spirit of the mighty knight king of the past, and the heart of the lion had long been abandoned, even he doubted that this young man could return to his throne?

At the age of twelve, the brilliance of the knight king of New Rome was as bright and short-lived as a meteor, but it was the supreme king after all! Berthes looked at the young man in front of him and sighed silently. Ten years ago, Berhiss was just an ordinary nobleman, living a life of life and death, but at that time, the king of knights looked down on all beings like a god, and few people knew that the mysterious king of knights was actually just a child. And the fall of New Rome also made this uncrowned throne completely forgotten in people's hearts, and everything about him disappeared from people's sight as if it had been erased out of thin air.

Ten years ago, what happened, too many things were hidden, like an onion, no matter how you peeled back the layers and eventually you would find that everything had no clue and no clue. Too many things have been completely dusted down due to that catastrophe and cannot be reproduced.

"Come with me." Belthes stood up and said, "Even if you are a knight king, if you don't have a car, I'm afraid you won't even be as good as a soldier." ”

Constance Dante shrugged his shoulders and smiled slightly wryly. Although Berches's words were harsh and cold, Constance Dante at this time did not have a trace of disgust and dissatisfaction. Because Constance, Dante could feel that there seemed to be no hatred in Berhis's heart, and it seemed very subtle.

The so-called king has always been nothing more than that, and he must be very disappointed.

Constance Dante nodded and walked out of the dark room with Berches, the Resistance had been working hard in Findel for ten years, building a vast underground fortification that even Dante was amazed by the sheer size of the work. Perhaps, the Holy See brought destruction and humiliation to the new Rome, and the river of Herod blood stained the Mediterranean Sea, but no one can deny that Western technology and culture have brought a new vitality to this thousand-year-old country.

Berthes flipped the mechanical switch, and the huge steel gate burst open, revealing a cold steel knight standing solemnly in the iron-cast military warehouse.

"We have always despised the monarchs of the West as being the descendants of barbarians, rude and greedy. But a thousand years later, we find that it is we who have become barbaric and backward. So much so that weapons against the West have to rely on those we are resisting. Berchis said self-deprecatingly. Constance Dante also seemed to be immersed in shock, and muttered, "I didn't expect that ten years later, everything really came true as he said." The corners of Conseidante's mouth were lightly raised, but they were full of helplessness and sadness.

"We didn't build it ourselves, it's completely different from the concept of the Imperial prototype." Constance Dante still saw the problem and said.

Berhiss nodded and replied with a sneer: "Do you think the drawings of the prototype of the empire are still in our hands?" There was fierceness in his eyes.

"I bought it from the Pisa, there were only twenty T-mechs, and when they were first shipped, they were miserable. Those damn pizza people. Thinking of the treacherous merchants, even Belheath's grim face showed an expression of annoyance.

"Is there only that?" Constance Dante asked, turning his head. "There's nothing more than that, and it's the last elite force we can concentrate." Berchis replied, looking at Constance Dante's choice.

"These are just retired [Ranger]-type mechs from the Principality of Rus, and they are not suitable for attacking and defending. Even with the upgraded fire control equipment, its armor is too thin. This is the price in exchange for mobility. Constance Dante's fingertips ran across the cold steel armor and stopped suddenly.

"Who are you going to raid?" Constance Dante saw through the Resistance's intentions at a glance and unabashedly broke it. And Bersches didn't try to hide it, everyone here was credible, and this was supposed to be told to Cons. Dante.

"Grand Duke Tudor." Berheath was blunt.

Constance Dante knew that the young man at this time had completely lost his cowardly appearance, and seemed to caress the cold mecha before the soul belonging to the king would return to this body.

"That's no wonder..." Constance Dante subconsciously licked his upper lip, and at that moment, Berchis trembled inexplicably.

What a horrible look at that! At that moment, Berchis felt like a demon's eyes swept over his body, and the joy of discovering his prey could not be concealed.

Worthy of the king who stepped on the throne on the corpse! A long sigh erupted from Beersis's heart.

Constance Dante walked past the huge mecha knights, and did not stop, like an emperor in his harem. But the steel monster in front of him was like a vulgar fan to Cons, and it was not worth his stop and look at it at all.

And Berthes was patient, just standing in front of the mech and waiting. "No, if it's just like that, you can't kill that person." Constance Dante said coldly, like a king ordering.

"Oh, why?" Berthes stopped the angry guards behind him, looked at Constance Dante and asked, his grim face showing a hint of curiosity. "You haven't even been with that Tudor coachman, are you so sure?"

"Two years ago, the Battle of Thrace broke out between the Kingdom of New Brad and the Kingdom of Trabzon, and the main force of Trabzon at that time was also the [Wind Knight] who was already mobile, but it was ultimately defeated, because the mecha unit called the [Gladiator] under the command of the Grand Duke of Tudor was not inferior to the Holy Crusader mecha of the Holy See in terms of defense, but also in close combat. I don't think it's possible to break through to the Grand Duke just by being unprepared. And the defense of the [Rangers] is too low, even if I control it, it is impossible to tear through the defense of the [Gladiator]. Constance Dante replied calmly and practically. Even Belheath was surprised, it turned out that he had been following the war of the mechas.

"So we need good knights, and at the most critical moment, even a tear will be a reversal victory. Just as cavalry stormed the Macedonian phalanx, even one cavalry stormed the array, resulting in a massacre. ”

"Now we need you, the Knight King! Only you can truly make the impossible possible. Berhis's face was full of solemnity, and he believed that if anyone could bring a glimmer of life at this time, it would be the immortal knight king.