"At the end of the Middle Ages, the kingdom of Jupiter the Great stood out from the human nations, and the lords of the surrounding countries honored Jupiter the Great as their leader, formed a holy alliance, and opened up territory for the alliance, which was the predecessor of the empire. ”

"During the League era, Emperor Jupiter would gather the strongest warriors of the major allies to Olympia every five years, and the martial arts conference was born. Walking on the Avenue of Roses, Roland explained the history of the empire to Constantine beside him.

Looking at the huge gate of the Colosseum, Constantine was in a trance, vaguely remembering that many years ago, his father had described this arena in a wistful tone.

"My dear little Constantine, if you become a great knight in the future, you must visit the Colosseum of Olympia. The Grand Duke's tone was full of heroism and yearning, "That is the place where all those who want to become truly strong warriors must pass." ”

"Father, I'm coming. Looking at the door that was already close at hand, Constantine involuntarily clenched his fists. "You won't be disappointed. ”

The two finally came to the door of the arena, looking up, the arena in the field of vision was like a majestic mountain towering, engulfing all the vision, the magnificent construction, the ancient door, the remnants of the words with a great sense of vicissitudes, giving people a huge impact, but also giving people a kind of blood boiling impulse.

On the south side of the arena is a 100-meter-high tower, like a monument, the tower is designed in a right-angled trapezoidal shape, consisting of three wide platforms from top to bottom, extending down more than 600 steps.

There are countless seats on the three-story platform, and the top platform is placed with a throne made of gold, which belonged to the Holy Alliance leader thousands of years ago, and the rest of the seats on the platform are reserved for the princes and lords of various countries who are invited to watch the battle.

"What a masterpiece. Constantine muttered.

"Indeed, the first time I saw it in the academy's catalogue, I was shocked. Roland agreed, turning his head to look at Constantine, "It seems that the time has come for us to separate, although we are rivals on the field, I hope we can be good friends off the field, I wish you good luck and prosperity, Morning Star." ”

"Goodbye. Constantine said succinctly, and although they had only been together for a short ten minutes, he still had some affection for the young blonde knight who was about to become an opponent.

Whether it is speech, manners or appearance, Roland can't find any fault, although Diana is also very kind, but her gestures will always inadvertently reveal the royal nobles, which is a little difficult to approach, in comparison, Roland, who was born in a commoner, is undoubtedly more comfortable.

But this does not mean that he will let his guard down on Roland, among the older generation of strong people in the Holy Empire he has encountered, whether it is Joey or Morgan, they have an extremely good evaluation of Roland, and this alone is enough to make Constantine pay twelve points of attention to this young man.

As the sun gradually rose into the sky, the shadow cast by the Colosseum on the plains slowly faded with visible speed, and spectators from all over Olympia and the Empire entered the Colosseum's seats one after another.

The space inside the arena was huge, enough to accommodate nearly 100,000 people, compared to the palaces of even the lords of small countries.

"Ora, put your books away and follow me, this place is so damned, God knows when we'll find our seats, if you get lost, the light is above, I don't have the time to find you. ”

In the crowded passage in the arena, Heine wiped his sweat, looked at the surging crowd in front of him, looked at a companion behind him who was still reading and contemplating, and said helplessly.

A few days ago, he heard the news that the Imperial Martial Arts Conference was about to open, and Heine, who claimed to be a great poet, naturally refused to miss this historic event, so he pestered Juno, who was in the same class, in the name of Constantine, to ask for a ticket.

Originally, Juno didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, but he couldn't stand the stubbornness of Heine, and in addition to the fact that Constantine had helped their brother and sister, he had to reluctantly agree, but he discounted it, and what was given to Heine was a ticket to the civilian area, which made Heine now have to wait in a long line in the sun without tears.

"Damn, I'm going to be laughed at by that guy Constantine when I go back to the academy. Thinking of the schadenfreude at first, Heine can now only swallow this cup of home-brewed bitter wine.

Euler closed the book and said slowly, "At this rate, by the time we find our seats, the first and second games are probably over, and if you are willing to discard your reserve as a future great poet, I have the easiest solution." ”

"What can be done?Lord Ora, use your supreme wisdom to conquer countless magical math and geometry problems and save me from this sweat-smelling plane, I've had enough. The dizzy Heine said incoherently.

"We had the option to go to the aristocratic quarter. ”

"Idiot, I don't have a ticket to the aristocratic quarter, do you want to be kicked out by the entourage there to see the joke?" Heine said in annoyance.

Euler was speechless, "Aren't you a magician?"

.........

When the midday sun shone in the center of the arena, accompanied by a thick bell, the fiftieth Imperial Martial Arts Conference finally opened.

The sound of passionate music sounded from all around the arena, as if welcoming someone, and at the same time, dozens of huge black dots suddenly appeared in the blue sky, and the eyes of countless people in the arena were immediately attracted.

They were dozens of gigantic griffons, larger than the griffons that patrolled the skies, with a more golden and dazzling color of their fur, and most importantly, their foreheads carved with royal markings.

Dozens of royal griffons flew to the top tower platform, lined up in a well-trained line, and finally lowered their heads to let down the big men who carried them on their backs.

Gorgeously dressed and graceful figures jumped off the back of the griffin, and after seeing their faces clearly, whether it was the aristocratic district or the commoner area, at this moment, tens of thousands of people let out a loud exclamation, exchanged heads and talked about it.

"Marshal Morgan!"

"General Monte Cristo!"

"Count Fastia!"

“.........”

"It's actually Prince Byron, why is he here!" said a certain nobleman in the aristocratic quarter, looking at a man who calmly stepped down from the griffin.

It wasn't just the bigwigs of the royal family and the military who came, not long after, the president of the Magic Guild, the archbishop of the Church of Light, celebrities from all walks of life in the imperial capital, and even dozens of envoys from small countries who were friendly with the Holy Empire also came.

In particular, the appearance of the president of the Magic Guild was the most popular, he actually descended directly to the arena in a huge carriage flying in the air, for fear that others would not know his identity as the Grand Magister.

He was accompanied by a large number of magicians from the Magic Guild, all of whom wore at least the Golden Balance Badge that symbolized the status of high-level spellcasters.

High-level mages, even the Holy Empire, which is known for its abundance of magicians, is quite scarce, and the number of high-level mages in many counties and provinces adds up to less than fifty people in total, and today they actually brought in nearly a hundred in one go, when did the Golden Balance mages become so worthless?

Clear-eyed people can see that this old guy is clearly here to show off his family background!

Seeing this scene, the big men sitting on the platform and the envoys of various countries were extremely unhappy, especially the military department, and many knight-born generals had very ugly faces.

After all, since ancient times, the conflict and confrontation between the two professions of knight and mage have not stopped.

But there is no way, now is not the era of knights, with the development of magical civilization, since the Golden Age, the status of magicians on the continent of Icadia has steadily overwhelmed the knight class, and even faintly comparable to the nobles.

In addition to the dragon lance with the strongest iron and blood color in the entire continent, which country dares not to offer a magician as an uncle?

In the martial arts conference, a stage that belongs exclusively to top knights, it is self-evident that the magic guild has shown such a big battle.

It is nothing more than to imply and emphasize one point: the days of knights grabbing attention by personal force are over, and no matter how much you toss, you can only remember the glory of the era of the Dawn War, and now is the era of magicians.

Even though they all knew this, the bigwigs of the military department had no other way than to glare at the Magic Guild Guild Master who walked into his seat leisurely, let alone pull out the long sword at his waist to dismantle this disgusting old man.

The Church of Light, which has always been on the opposite side of the Magic Guild, is actually extremely restrained and low-key this time, and does not put on a gorgeous lineup of priests to compete with the menacing Magic Guild.

Archbishop Meron, who came to the arena, took only a few ordinary priests with him, and stayed on the high platform for less than ten minutes, then left in a hurry with a casual excuse, leaving only one priest to speak at the opening of the conference on behalf of the church.

This is an extreme disappointment for many people who want to see the excitement.

The leader of the Magic Guild proudly glanced at the military generals whose faces were already dark, and drank tea leisurely, as if the champion of this martial arts conference was his old man.

Morgan, who was sitting on the high platform of the tower, was very calm, looking at the back of Archbishop Merlon's departure, he frowned imperceptibly, Meron, the treacherous and cunning archbishop, secretly had bad deeds, he knew something, Meron's departure was so abnormal, of course it attracted his attention.

He suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"Old friend Morgan, those little guys you selected should have almost arrived, right?" said the old general Marquis of Monte Cristo, who was sitting next to Morgan, he was Morgan's old comrade-in-arms back then, and although he is now retired, his prestige in the empire still exists, so he was also invited by the military department this time to bring him to the town.