"My lord, the file in charge of our Cobblestone Society contains knowledge of the Red Knight's promotion ceremony." The knight, who was the deputy of the action group at the time, said, "Challenge a Sequence Seven alone and successfully survive, in the chaotic battle, in the atmosphere of death and survival, you can be promoted by taking potions, but at present, the eyes of the main material blood nobles are quite scarce, and it is likely that there are few blood clans in the dark places in the north of the kingdom who have established meritorious deeds with war." ”

The handsome young man took the copy of the file that was brought out, because the dark creatures had been retreating, and the number of military clans had continued to decline, there was basically no need to consider the option of going hunting exclusively.

In addition, plundering other people's supernatural properties also acts as a magic potion, but the probability of falling into madness is extremely high, and the subsequent digestion will theoretically be constantly plagued by negative emotions.

But for a person, this level of mental influence cannot shake the "quality" contained in one's own person.

The digestion of xenomorph potions, due to the discrepancy between the identity of the projection of consciousness and the true race, is nearing completion.

Behaviors that are very different from ordinary people's cognition and deviate from the normal category, these acting laws are naturally suitable for someone, and Stargate's choice of Reinhert, who has the knowledge of cold-blooded people, as his initial identity, is a kind of "destiny" to some extent.

According to the archives, compared to the xenomorphs, the Red Knight will usher in a qualitative change in physique and speed, and his survivability will be further strengthened, and he can control the flames in battle.

Basic Abilities: Knight's Body, Swift Shadow, and Extreme Self-Healing are all xenomorphic evolutions.

As for the core ability: War Red, it is a walking castle, which acts as a resting fortress when it is manifested, and stores strategic materials after hiding, without the need for attendants and manor supplies at all.

Because of its strategic mobility, it is often valued by large organizations.

"Inform the members that they are ready to fight, the time is set for the evening, the target is the gang and shore fire in the lower city, their leader has the key items planned in his hands, and at the same time gather all the supplies and funds, we need to change the station after the war."

"Understood." The deputy hesitantly replied that it was not appropriate to make a big move at this juncture, but if it involved key items, it was worth the risk, but the adults didn't explain it to themselves in detail, and they didn't know what they were afraid of.

……

Early morning.

Someone returns to the cadet dormitory at the University of St. Andrew.

Mi Yi had just gotten up and was washing up, when he heard the door open and turned around, his pupils constricting slightly.

The half of the shirt exposed by the collar of the other party's black coat had been dyed red, and a faint smell of blood spread from the room, and she guessed a lot of situations in an instant, the early stage of the advent of the consciousness projection body was the time of vulnerability, if this guy was beaten by anyone, as most of the true gods, it would be a great grievance.

"What's going on?"

Mi Yi wiped the foam off her face with a towel and hurriedly walked over to check the situation.

"Kill a Silver Knight."

Jiang Yuan hung his coat on the hanger, unbuttoned and took off his shirt, the wound caused by the overload of the wound in the flesh was about to heal, and the survival ability of the xenomorph was trustworthy.

"What you're saying is like breaking a tree on the side of the road, isn't it the course of action to develop steadily in the early stage?" Mie grumbled and took his shirt, peeking at the wound on the muscles of the other's chest, then quickly looked away.

"Don't be too outrageous."

"It's just to look at the situation, and besides, you shouldn't have any shame."

Jiang Yuan shook his head and walked into the bathroom.

"The clothes need to be washed, let me go in and get something."

"Just dispose of it."

"You only brought two sets of clothes for formal occasions."

"I'll buy it tomorrow."

"We don't have much money."

"This problem is solved tonight, and I have to go out in the evening."

"Okay."

……

In the evening, the sun is about to set over the horizon.

Wangdu, Xiacheng District.

At the riverside pier, laborers who have been busy all day are finishing their work and heading to bars and restaurants in groups.

The Isis River was the lifeblood of the Normanyad kingdom, connecting more than a dozen large cities and eventually flowing into the sea along the western coast, with the Royal Navy fleet stationed in the warship city upstream.

Tens of thousands of laborers are involved in the loading and unloading of merchant ships every day, such a huge number of people is lucrative, and the wharf is surrounded by service buildings, and every few dozen meters you can see a brisk bar, and the local gang called shore fire coordinates and manages it all.

The fact that the gangs are in direct dialogue with the district government office to organize people to handle the work and protect the collective rights and interests does not conflict with the grabbing of profits.

When night falls, the riverside looks quiet in the moonlight, in stark contrast to the bustling downtown area.

Before you knew it, more than 200 gunmen had assembled and quickly surrounded the port management board, where the shore fire was located.

Only a few of these gunmen were Imperial spies, and most remained local outlaws.

The committee building had three floors, and ignoring the clerks who were still working overtime, "Hutt" directly ordered a fire strike.

Dense gunfire rang out, glass windows shattered one after another, white powder bullets pierced the walls of the building, and after several volleys, dozens of people fell in pools of blood.

The members of the shore fire reacted immediately, and the gang gunmen quickly picked up their weapons and fired back, breaking through the group to storm the encirclement line, trying to send a message to the outside to call for support.

It wasn't until the attackers pulled out three cannons that the top brass of the shore fire realized that this was no ordinary gang fire.

The white powder gave the spherical explosive shotgun an unrivaled kinetic energy, and a pale white ring of air echoed from the muzzle of the gun, causing the Port Authority building to tremble violently in an instant, the walls falling off, and the gang gunmen behind the bunkers suffering heavy casualties.

The bombardment continued, the deafening sound rang out, and the Whitehall Cavalry Division stationed in the lower city was dispatched, but the speed was too flattering.

As is customary, no matter what happens in the lower town, the Whitehall ride always arrives after the fact.

The reason for this large-scale chaos is that it belongs to a long-term ritual, and it is well known to the upper echelons of the kingdom that the royal family controls the royal path, and the current George IV is the balanced lord of the Sequence Five, the Sanctuary class.

Chaos and peace, barbarism and civilization, two opposing but closely related to each other can provide great blessings to the lord of equilibrium.

At the moment of necessity, the king of Normanyat could almost be regarded as a legend.

On the banks of the Isis River, the buildings that had existed for decades collapsed, and the backbone of the bank fire immediately organized members to revolt in an all-out manner.

In the face of a counterattack of hundreds of people, the gunners methodically carried out a salvo, and this mission, the upper echelons promised extraordinary strength, which was a life-changing opportunity.

After the sacrifice of nearly 100 people, the gang members and gunmen broke out in melee combat, and the backbone found the members of the Imperial Secret Agent, and in the crowd, a strong old man with white hair rushed straight to "Hut", and the three knight-level bloodlines behind him joined the battlefields respectively, and the situation gradually tilted.

(End of chapter)