All Bakaria people felt an inexplicable excitement and ecstasy in their hearts.

Before this day, no one thought that they would have such an opportunity to witness the triumph of a great hero.

Whether it was the crowd of onlookers on the side of the road, or the royal knights standing on the side of the road like javelins, they raised their heads one by one and looked into the air. What catches your eye is an epic world -

In the sky, the wind stood still, and the clouds were transformed into huge TV frames under the action of divine power.

Huge images are played out like a movie.

It is a legend of resistance written by the heroes and knights of the thousand-year-old kingdom of Bakaria.

The sound of military music has stopped for some time, and the knights' avenue, where tens of thousands of people have gathered, has become extremely quiet and silent.

The revelers fell silent because they were willing to prostrate themselves in the glory of their ancestors.

On the clear sky, the winter sun is dyed with a layer of warm red, bright but not dazzling, adding a bit of warmth to this cold winter.

Every knight's eyes widened, and there was fire in his pupils.

They all felt the blessing from the Red Knight, giving them courage beyond mortals.

At this moment, all the Bakaria people's own bodies are changing, the anxiety and fear brought about by the constant war in the country are rapidly leaving them, and a more surging and reassuring existence is slowly descending.

The Red Knight is manifesting her powers, and with her unsurpassed power she is taking over the faith of the entire Bakaria and protecting all the believers in this realm.

"Praise to the Red Knight—"

"Praise be to the god of knights—"

Led by the Grand Knight Commander of the Knights Templar, the knights let out a tsunami of praise.

The knights subconsciously bowed their heads in a sign of humility, while feeling a sense of resonance from the depths of their souls.

It was the Red Knight who was guiding them, just as their ancestors, who were guided by Torion, the god of knights of the first generation, thousands of years ago, to a higher level.

King Keene dismounted, and knelt before the great red knight projection that was gradually emerging in the sky, the air filled with the sacredness he only depicted in knightly novels and troubadours. He was reminded of the time when he was in the sanctuary of the Knight's Temple, and he took a knight's vow in front of the icons of the sages.

On that day, King Keane simply felt the icon give him a high-spirited sense of sacredness.

And today, those legendary sages are really looking at him with far-reaching and approving eyes.

"Praise the Red Knight—" The king set the tone for the triumphal ceremony.

The projection of the Red Knight slowly lowered her head, and she looked at Martin, who had to kneel down, and the slightly neutral female voice sounded.

"Martin Lorraine – I thank you for your bravery in this bloody tournament. Without you, I can't even join the pantheon of this world. I also know that you don't believe in me. It doesn't matter, knighthood is not about exclusivity. You can worship any human deity, or you can be an unbeliever. As long as you have Bakaria at heart, you are willing to fight for the future of humanity. Bakaria and I will be your strongest support!"

With that, the Red Knight sighed softly and turned to give blessings or oracles to the other knight believers who believed in her.

Martin stood up, a wry smile on his lips, knowing that he was going to be an outlier for Bakaria. Fortunately, the Red Knight was generous and willing to endorse him. Her statement like this undoubtedly paved the way for him. From this moment on, no one could come to criticize Martin on the grounds that he was not a knight.

The patron saints of the kingdom have spoken, who dares to twitter?

This...... Maybe that's Martin's biggest takeaway!

In the sound of military music again, Martin and his party finally walked through the last part of the road. A hundred meters from the city gate, Martin saw the king riding up to meet him. He hurriedly dismounted, and when Martin wanted to salute the king, unexpectedly, the king gave him a bear hug!

"Good boy! I knew that the Lorraine family could never be a bad seed! The so-called decadence is just a disguise that you have to have. Now that you are willing to serve the kingdom, I, the king, will never be stingy! Come, come, come, meet your uncles and uncles, they are all the elite of the kingdom who fought with me and your father in the north and south!"

The old king hooked Martin's neck as if he were familiar, and pulled him to greet the generals standing behind the king.

"This is Carlos, the commander of my kingdom. ”

The white-haired Commander Carlos smiled and nodded at Martin.

"Triste Jaeger you've seen, okay, next ......"

Trist's smile was the brightest, after all, he had a good relationship with Martin in advance.

Of the generals who were contemporaries of the old Duke of Lorraine, the youngest was fifty years old. Some of them even have great-grandchildren. Their grandchildren are much older than Martin.

This is not unusual at all.

As a knight of the kingdom, fame is taken immediately. Basically, knights under the age of 21 are rarely allowed to go into battle. Those who are under the age of 21 are considered minors in the kingdom and are not allowed to inherit the title. Second, for the reproduction of the bloodline, they basically got married at the age of 16, and they had children before the age of 18. When they go out, the children will be playing soy sauce.

Therefore, when those sons and nephews in their forties, standing next to the old general as adjutants, had to have a relationship with Martin, a minor but amazingly famous hairy boy, everyone's face was full of envy and weirdness.

If you want to blame the old Lorraine, Martin is more than n behind his peers in age. Fortunately, the grandsons of these old generals are not qualified to stand here, otherwise they would want to die if they had to call a boy younger than themselves an uncle.

They are all martial artists, so there are not so many imaginary.

With the king taking the lead, a group of bigwigs quickly got acquainted with Martin. Riding from the moat to the palace, the king did not stop asking Martin questions along the way.

From the time he was robbed halfway to Lorrainburg, to the defense of Lorraineburg, to the bloody tournament. As long as Martin was willing to answer, he was willing to listen.

After all, it is one thing to receive a report, and it is another thing to have the person in person explain it.

When you enter the palace, you will immediately have a banquet with the characteristics of Bakaria.

There were no fixed seats at all, and there were meat-based foods everywhere, as well as a variety of spirits. In the light music, the king and the generals found their acquaintances and casually walked the mountains, and celebrated with large bowls of wine and meat.

Hooking Martin's shoulder, King Keane looked very happy, and he also asked straightforwardly, "Little Martin, do you have the confidence to defend the wasteland province for the kingdom?"