I Will Be The Crowned King - v4 Chapter 469 Negotiations have started

It has no sails or decks. From a distance, it looks like a huge flying shuttle floating on the clouds. It is both magnificent and small, ordinary and great.

The smooth and graceful lines leave a huge and deep projection on the sea, and the neat core, which is even bigger than a train car, spews billowing smoke, driving the giant-like fan blades to rotate rapidly, echoing the rumbling roar between the domes, It seems to show its majesty to countless mortals.

Ark, Cloud Whale, Dome Sanctuary, Mobile Holy See... It has many names and countless hymns, but the most well-known is still the simple but powerful name:

Compassionate heart.

Louie, who was whispering, stared at the huge figure in the sky that was familiar and evoked countless memories of his own, and gradually tightened his heartstrings; as the heir of the Grand Duchy of Edland, and the former military attache of the Empire, no one knew better than himself the meaning of the airship in front of him. what.

"The ring of order is above, this is a miracle, a miracle!"

"God, it, what is it..."

"Blessed by the Ring of Order! Blessed by the Ring of Order..."

There were still exclamations and cheers from the crowd behind them, trying to raise their necks, bowing to the huge shadow that began to slowly descend like a **** descending from the sky, completely subdued by its unparalleled sense of oppression. .

Without a doubt, that's what it's here for.

No matter how brave any soldier who sees the airship for the first time, it is difficult to raise the idea of ​​fighting it. Any false believers and heretics who have no faith in the ring of order will also have the urge to worship it in front of it. ; When she landed on the battlefield, the oppression brought by the majesty and size of overlooking everything, even made the army who was still fighting in blood just a second ago, instantly lose their fighting spirit.

Therefore, it will be dubbed the "heart of compassion".

But its existence has never meant peace... Before the advent of new models of airships such as the "Steam Hammer", the emergence of the Heart of Compassion only meant one thing, and that was the final statement from the Holy See, that is, against the opposition to the order. The ring, or a complete and indiscriminate purge of the enemies who rebelled against the Holy See.

The problem is that if it is the old continent, the airship can stop at any time to replenish fuel and water to maintain operation... How does it travel through the vast and turbulent sea, and still have the energy to reach Red Hand Bay and show off its force to the Free Confederation?

Did the Holy See improve the technology of the steam core, or did it find some new supply method that would allow the airship to have a longer radius of action than before?

Either way, this is definitely not good news for the Free Confederation... At least with the current strength of the Confederacy, there is no means of inflicting any effective damage or blow to the airship that conquers the sky; the enemy can stay in the sky, at will Pour fire on cities and positions on the ground, turning battlefields and settlements into a sea of ​​fire.

The disturbed young knight turned his eyes to his side, but was surprised to find that An Sen's face was not only without a trace of tension, on the contrary, it even looked a little... Curious?

If I remember correctly, this guy had seen the Heart of Compassion with his own eyes as early as in the Royal Court of Yinsel, and even "personally" experienced its power... So what was he curious about?

"Hmmm... There's unfortunate news, we may have been seen through."

In the cabin of the airship, "Sir Phyllis", who was lying on the window glass, stroked the iron ring on his neck, and used his binoculars to look at the tidal, tidal crowd below, with a playful expression as if a tourist was looking at it. Monkeys in the zoo:

"Anson Bach, he's been staring at this since we haven't even arrived."

"You're talking about the officer designated by the Holy See as the second-ranked arrest target, Clovis's officer?"

Captain Glad Manfred, who was wearing a Chinese robe, sat on a velvet armchair and joked to the other party, with a playful expression that was no different from that of an elder who went out with his juniors.

"Do not."

The young man who was no different from Sir Phyllis suddenly put down the telescope in his hand, stood up respectfully, saluted, and knelt down on one knee. His smooth movements were enough to doubt that he had practiced at least a thousand times:

"It was the six excellent judgement knights who were murdered in Straw Town, the wicked old **** caster, false believer... Anson Bach!"

Every word, there is the strength of gnashing teeth.

The young man who knew the style of the leader in front of him did not dare to show the slightest joking expression. The surface approach was more of the self-cultivation that the other party had created when he was in the monastery, and he used rationality and humor to cover up and create extreme anger - just like a certain one day. The Nakhir pirate, who had angered the Grand Commander before, successfully sent himself to the pressure relief valve of the steam core and was steamed alive.

Such a cruel punishment, not to mention a mere pirate, even a true Old God caster rarely ends up like this; so the pirate's unfortunate end is not because he should be so guilty, but it is very unfortunate to catch up with the big group. A moment of uncontrollable anger.

Six fully armed Judgment Knights were annihilated without getting any effective information... In the history of the Judgment Knights, such a tragic loss is really rare.

"I thought a smart guy like you wouldn't take the initiative to bring it up." Grad slowly raised his head and looked at the young man who looked up at him: "I'm a little surprised, Sir Phyllis. ."

"It's because I'm not too stupid, so I don't avoid the important ones." The young man still had a serious expression - an expression that Anson was very familiar with. Every muscle and every pore in his body was telling infinite loyalty and sincerity. .

"The information sent back by Lord Wuying is enough to prove that Anson Bach is a powerful enemy enough to pose a threat to the Knights of Judgment... Such an opponent, even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, he saw through the heart of mercy. The Twisted Realm must also report this possibility to the Grand Commander of the Knights of Judgment, the worthy commander of the Ring of Order Crusaders, Lord Grad Manfred!"

"Interesting guess, but even if you only perceive the existence of the distorted realm, you must at least be a spellcaster of the profane mage level." Grad smiled indifferently: "But we all know that he is only a common man at most. Ordinary fifth-order conjurer, and he is still a guy with little accumulation - let alone distorted domain, he probably doesn't have a detailed explanation of the concept of 'domain'."

"But an ordinary spellcaster can't silently annihilate a team of six Judgment Knights." The young man did not change his face: "Since he can do this, as the adjutant of the Chief of Judgment Knights. , I can't rule out the possibility of even one in ten thousand!"

"millionth."

Grad obviously did not agree with his guess, but his face was obviously a little more suspicious: "In this case, what advice do you have for the current situation now, my loyal adjutant?"

"Now? It's time for you to meet those third parties who think they are their hosts, my lord."

"Even if there is a blasphemous mage hidden in the crowd, or even more than one?"

"One in a million chances, my lord."

The young man stood up, calmly brushed the dust on his knees, and took this as a bow to the figure on the velvet chair in front of him again:

"It's so dangerous, it's not enough to put shackles on the head of the Knights of Judgment!"

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The airship Heart of Mercy, which shocked thousands of colonists, landed firmly in front of the pier. The first to walk out of the cabin was a team of extraordinary soldiers, wearing red and blue uniforms, gilt breastplates and rings of order. Silver-plated helmets, carrying a very familiar steam spray gun, showed off their power in two columns to the people who greeted them.

Relatively speaking, the attitudes of the people present were also very distinct. There were admirers who couldn't help but admire and looked up, and there were those who were dismissive of this "showing off wealth" way of showing force.

For the former, the Knights of Judgment is the existence they look forward to. Countless knights and even the descendants of wealthy families have dreamed of becoming a member of this group in their lives, standing as the defender of the Ring of Order. The fixed point among the knights; In the eyes of the people, this kind of army wearing gold and silver and holding high-level weapons is the standard guard of honor, and the guard of honor is almost equal to the appearance of goods in their minds.

Only a very few people can perceive the power from them that is different from the blood of mortals, and subconsciously tighten their nerves-the so-called guards of honor in front of them are all composed of talents.

What a luxurious lineup this is... In addition to the Holy See, probably only the emperor of the empire can make it together.

Compared with the strength of the enemy, Anson was more interested in the clothes of the group of judge knights in front of him. The gorgeous dress was completely different from the judge knight who attacked him that night, but there were many similarities.

Does each knight have several sets of uniforms that can be changed according to the task, or is this small army that is said to have cut thousands of people in fact, it has all the internal organs and has a detailed division of labor?

While he was still speculating with wicked taste, Louis Bernard, who was beside him, had already stepped forward and stretched out his right hand to the figure surrounded by the guards: "Respected Grand Commander of the Knights of Judgment, Glad Manfre. Your Excellency Reid, welcome to Red Hand Bay!"

"It is also an unparalleled honor to receive your welcome, young Sir Louis Bernard!" While holding his right hand, the commander still smiled and bowed: "I didn't expect that you actually know me? "

"I don't know." The young knight smiled slyly:

"But I have heard your name countless times. The most important thing is your bloodline power, which has already revealed your identity the moment you set foot on this land."

"inform?"

Glad Anticorrosion was aroused by curiosity, and asked in a slightly joking tone: "Are you referring to these excellent knights around me?"

"Of course not - anyone who has a high status or a noble character, or needs to be guarded, is likely to be served by real knights." The young knight shook his head, his eyes sharp:

"But when all the knights present subconsciously restrained their breath, and only one person is still unscrupulous, then there can only be two explanations."

"Either his power can't be restrained, or he doesn't need to do so at all. He has the qualification or status to show his power to outsiders anytime and anywhere... I think it's the latter."

This answer made Grad's eyes widen, showing a very surprised expression, and he paused for nearly half a minute before returning to normal: "Sir Louis Bernard, I must admit that your talent and strength are simply amazing...except for the late Kroger, I have never seen a second knight as good and young as you!"

In contrast, Louis, who was praised by him, looked very cold and just nodded his thanks.

The power of his bloodline is strengthened in all directions, especially the improvement of his sensitivity to breath and observation ability; unless it is an acting skill that can deceive the deceiver himself, only superficial hypocritical praise and abuse can't be concealed. The heart of a young knight.

"My Excellency's praise makes me extremely terrified and honored; but as the Marshal of the New World Legion, I still have to ask one more question, what is the purpose of this negotiation between the Mujahideen Army?"

"As expected of Adran's heir, he will always be the incarnation of seriousness." The head of the regiment still complimented him without hesitation: "It's a pity that I am still a little anxious... Yes, the Mujahideen Army is here to negotiate, but negotiation can It is not a unilateral act, but a process of concessions and compromises between the two sides."

"Then what do you want?"

"The Mujahideen Army has made compromises and concessions for this negotiation. Since you are willing to agree, you should first tell us the reasons why you are willing to accept it. Is this reasonable?"

"The reason is very simple. The Free Confederation is not a robber or a warmonger. As long as it can achieve peace, it will not let any opportunity pass."

"Oh? Then your peace means..."

"The Mujahideen has withdrawn from the New World, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com recognizes the independent status of the Free Confederation and restores the reputation of the Confederacy."

"This..." Grad suddenly smiled: "Your conditions are not low. If you want to get so many things in one go, you must at least pay the corresponding price."

Louie's expression was suddenly cold: "The price... So in your eyes, this minimum requirement requires a price?"

"That's right, and with all due respect, Your Excellency doesn't seem to realize that this negotiation has already begun." The corners of Grad's mouth rose slightly:

"Compared to Your Excellency, the power gathered behind me and above my head is enough to defeat and destroy the entire Red Hand Bay in one day; as long as I think about it, at least four-fifths of the lives present cannot have a chance to survive."

"In that case, why should I agree to your request without asking for any price?"

As if feeling a little bit of curiosity, Grad blinked and looked at the young knight and the people behind him with a questioning color.

It's just that cold tone and undisguised killing intent that made everyone's heart sink to the bottom.