The old stone streets are crowded with soldiers wearing the silver armor of the Royal Knights. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info along the city wall of the West City, the team lined up in a long row, and the mighty army of the West Street formed a T-shape.

Richard stood at the intersection of the T-shape, with his knights behind him and the cast-iron West Gate of Coennas in front of him.

The iron gate is more than seven meters wide and more than ten meters high, and it is always put down on the moat outside the west gate during the Chengping period to serve as a bridge into the city. On April 18, dozens of guards pushed the hinge disc together, and it took nearly half an hour to completely lift and close the heavy iron door.

It is said that as soon as you let go of the thigh-thick lock on the hinge disk, the iron gate will collapse out of the city with a thud.

Richard imagined that the moment the iron door was opened, he should say something and then lead his army out. He thought about it, but he couldn't find a word that was enough to boost morale, and finally decided that it was better not to say anything at all.

There was the sound of armor rubbing against armor and shields hitting shields. Richard couldn't help but think of the years when he traveled to the Knight Continent. For a while, he had to fight almost every day against obscure thieves, or mercenary groups belonging to rival forces. At that time, his armor was dirty, the strips of cloth tied to the hilt of his sword were stained with blood, he ate half-cooked meat lacking salt and oil, and slept on the grass in the wild woods.

Richard couldn't remember how many times he had dreamed of those swords, only to wake up to find himself lying on the luxurious bed of the Upper Town Mansion of Coennas, with no enemies around him, only Lolita looking at him with concern or concern.

He used to think that he dreamed of it countless times because he missed and longed for that kind of life. One night, however, after the age of thirty, when he woke up from such a dream, Richard suddenly felt a flurry of panic - not because he was afraid or afraid, but because he was beginning to get tired of the dream.

He was no longer the young man on the island of Rand, seduced by the troubadour's tales of knighthood.

He gradually felt that fighting for his life needed a reason worth fighting for his life. And in just a few years of mercenary career, those endless battles do not have a plausible reason, more often, they are just to show courage and strength.

What's the difference between that and showing off?

What's the point of power itself if there isn't a reason to fight for it, just for the sake of power?

It wasn't until all these years that Richard realized that he didn't choose the same path as Kylie, and it wasn't just to help his brother. Or rather, he has been in a daze since then looking for a reason worth fighting for.

Like now...... If the iron door in front of him suddenly opened, he would charge, he would kill the enemy, and even if he died in battle, he would never have a trace of remorse. It is because of such battles, flows, and even sacrifices that it makes sense.

Behind him, Coenas was as quiet as a dead city, every door closed.

Richard thought of the faces he had seen on a daily basis: the little girl selling flowers in the Royal Square, the old coachman who would return from outside the city in the evening, the small merchants queuing in front of the Bank of the North, the tanned clerk at the entrance of the Presbytery who was tasked with explaining the new law to illiterate citizens, the young man who had been arrested and released by the police for the purpose of stealing for his mother's illness......

Hiding behind those closed doors are these vivid faces, not all of them cute, but all of them are trying to survive.

They have no strength, but this is in no way a reason to deprive them of their lives.

They contribute a portion of their meagre income called taxes to feed an army and even make them live more decently than they do, just for a time like today.

"Here ......

The shouts of his brother rang out from the towers of the city walls, followed by the running footsteps of the magicians and the sacred trees.

Richard tightened the hilt of the strangely shaped longsword in his hand, which was his brother's sword that had been reworked by the dwarven master craftsman with Mithril doped with dark iron alloy after he returned to Middle-earth, but still retained its original shape.

Because of the strange fine stripes on the body of the dark sword, Richard's long sword was called a black firework by the men of the Knights.

With the familiar hilt of his sword in both hands, Richard felt ready. He waited calmly and calmly, waiting for the moment when the iron door in front of him opened.

......

On the banks of the Blue Boer River stands the Imperial Arena, which the citizens of Coenas are proud of. Every year at the end of May, the Martial Demon Festival draws the eyes of the entire empire to this majestic arena.

Although since the first year of the new calendar, young people from the knight academies in various provinces have never entered the top eight of the grand event, so much so that some people have proposed to change the name of the grand event to the magic grand event. But the stronger and more dazzling magic competition only made this event more interesting and lively.

However, no one knows whether the martial arts event in the 4th year of the new calendar will be held smoothly, and it is difficult to say whether there will be this event in the future.

On the morning of May 2, the streets near the Imperial Arena were deserted, and not even a single figure could be seen. But in the stands at the top of the arena, a group of nobles gathered, a group of real nobles who would go out to watch even if the sky fell.

And among this group of well-dressed and generally older men, there is Alex Medici.

On the tower of the city wall, when Donner saw the knight legion appear on the horizon, the nobles standing on the top floor of the tallest building in the imperial capital also saw this scene.

"Mr. Alex, you have come from the prosperous land of Middle-earth, and you must have seen real knightly warfare. In your opinion, in the battle in front of you, what are the chances of winning the country?" The old man who spoke was a marquis, and a strong contender for the position of the next Elder's House of Elders.

A trace of embarrassment flashed on Alex's face, in fact, even in the Kaios continent, there would not be such a large army of knights, not counting the rumored hundreds of thousands of knights who had been wiped out in the north of Huls.

"The Angya Empire has stood for more than 3,000 years, and the imperial capital of Pompeii was besieged by 4,000 knights in the Chaos Lands, and the city was destroyed after only one day...... Alex shook his head.

This statement was so simple that when it reached the ears of the nobles present, it was like a hammer struck in the chest.

"But," Alex added suddenly, "look at the Westside Towers......"

The nobles looked in the direction of Alex's finger.

"Has no one noticed that even the Son of Light is standing behind the Duke of Vane?" Alex whispered, "As the Marquis of Nantes said, I have come from the heart of Middle-earth, but I have never seen such a scene in my life...... As long as the Son of God appears, even Emperor Philo IV of Angya will respectfully step aside, but now, the three Sons of God are all standing behind Duke Vain, don't you think it's strange?"

"Coenas is the papal protector...... the Marquis of Nantes himself may not have believed this reason.

“...... The Angya Empire has been dedicated to the Holy See for more than 3,000 years, and on the day of its destruction, not even a single Son of God appeared. Why did Coenus suddenly become the patron of the Holy See?" Alex said, "As far as I know, before Duke Vane became famous, no god son had ever set foot on the Huls continent. ”

No one was able to answer Alex's question.

Alex didn't expect anyone to answer him, but sighed: "To be honest, I don't know what the chances of winning this battle are...... Fortunately, it won't be long before the answer is revealed. ”