Chapter 308: The Duel of the Two Kings

Chapter 308: The Duel of the Two Kings

Chapter 308: The Duel of the Two Kings
A platform that is almost collapsed.

The frame made of magic steel was cracking, and fragments were splashing to the ground, stirring up billowing smoke and dust.

Roar!
The Golden Lion Knight roared, his bright golden hair flying, the golden lion showed his fangs, and strong sound waves visible to the naked eye swept out, like a bolt of thunder out of the blue.

Dozens of the nearest construct knights fainted, blood flowing out of their ear canals and helmets. The aftermath of the peak great knight's true form ability, Lion's Roar, was enough to make these trainee knight-level warriors unable to withstand it.

Fortunately, the royal elder on the opposite side was still in good condition, and the sword energy emanating from his body protected the platform. In fact, although both sides were fighting seriously, they both chose to leave room for each other.

For the top knights of noble birth, as the first echelon below the titled knights, they are already qualified to take a seat at the long table of power.

If Henry VI had not been such a bad person, the five upper nobles would not have "rebelled against their superiors". After all, without the backup of titles and combat power, the actual power of dukes and marquises was already the limit of the family's territory. Even if this rebellion was successful, it would not bring significant benefits.

From the perspective of the royal elders, the second prince is also of royal blood. The king will eventually grow old, and the replacement of the old with the new is an inevitable future. The reason for fighting at this moment is nothing more than to maintain the dignity of the royal power and the overall interests of the royal family.

If the king encounters a rebellion and no one goes to fight, the negative impact on the Red Rose Lancaster family will be immeasurable.

"Golden Lion Sword Technique: Fangs!"

The Duke of Golden Lion swung his sword and shouted it out openly. He looked furious, but his heart was extremely calm.

The golden lion's true form pounced forward, and the red giant sword collided with it, causing waves.

The three battlefields all presented a situation of equal strength.

But the death of Duke Black Snake also attracted the attention of many powerful people.

The swords collided and the sword shadows were chaotic.

The Duke of Golden Lion looked at the enemy who was so close, and asked with some energy left: "Who is that masked man?"

The royal elder raised his sword to block, and the two sides engaged in a close combat that was enough to quickly defeat the elite knight.

"How should I know? He is Cecilia's man."

"Humph, she really has an amazing mastiff."

The Duke of Golden Lion made no secret of his dislike for someone. Although he was a great knight, he was able to burst out with speed and strength comparable to the peak. He was slashed by a black snake but remained unscathed, which showed that his recovery ability and resistance to poison were extraordinary.

And the most crucial thing is the current fact. The masked man and Princess Cecilia have extremely tacit cooperation, and the combination of the two has the power to quickly kill the top knight.

This is a disruption of balance.

"kill him!"

"Go! For the King!"

"Help me, I don't want to die!"

On the long street, the internal fighting between the capital and the Knights of the Red Rose intensified, the battlefield was filled with smoke, and the shouts of killing were deafening. The construct knights in heavy armor collided with each other, and their sharp swords broke one after another.

Blood splattered on the cold magic steel, war horses neighed, swords flashed, and the fallen bodies were quickly trampled by horses' hooves. In this tragic melee, life was as fragile and insignificant as a candle in the wind, and the breath of death permeated every inch of the street.

Unlike the mutual "confrontation" between high-end combat forces, the chaotic fighting on the main roads was extremely brutal. Most of the criminals were caught in the battle and had no way to escape. The scattered lucky ones rushed into the houses on both sides of the street, further amplifying the chaos.

On the high platform.

The second prince had already come close to the throne under the escort of the Great Grizzly Knight. Through the layers of figures, he looked at his father's ferocious eyes and felt incomparable joy in his heart.

"Father, you treated us brothers and sisters like stray dogs on the roadside. Have you ever thought about today?"

The second prince killed a constructed knight and said with a fierce smile: "I originally thought that my biggest rival for the throne would be my brother, but I didn't expect it to be you, an old lunatic. You and I have no blood relationship at all. If you know better, just commit suicide..."

"Your Highness, please be careful with your words." Grizzly reminded him that without blood ties, there would be no legitimacy in the succession to the throne. This kind of thing was no joke. As a big event was approaching, the prince lost his composure.

"Rebellious ministers, thieves!"

Henry VI pointed at the two men with an angry smile. He turned the ring on his hand, and four figures rushed out from behind the throne, all covered in cloaks, giving people a tall and bulky feeling.

Grizzly's face looked a little serious, but not too solemn. The royal wizard golem technology, or more accurately, the Rose family golem technology, was inherited between the Red and White Roses, with the royal family possessing a more complete set.

The fully-developed wizard golem has physical fitness that surpasses that of an ordinary great knight. However, due to the lack of the three supports of silver, its combat power is similar to that of an ordinary great knight.

Such combat weapons represent the heritage of the royal family, but they also have many shortcomings. The cost of each unit is extremely high. Not counting the production process, the cost alone is as high as 200 million gold coins. Moreover, golems have no intelligence. Such a cost is far less practical than forming a secondary knight order or building a battleship.

Facing four fully-developed golems, Grizzlie believed he had a 100% chance of winning.

But the next moment, his expression changed suddenly.

"come kill me!"

Henry VI stepped down from the throne, holding his ceremonial sword. His body, soaked in alcohol, still retained the strength of a knight. This was the limit of what resources could accumulate. The silver will needed to awaken on its own, and even a king with countless resources was powerless.

Henry VI didn't even look at his second son. He strode towards the grizzly bear as if he was the greatest knight.

"come kill me!"

After the second roar, the Grizzly Bear couldn't help but take a step back. It was not because of fear, but because in this era, if a great noble was charged with the crime of regicide, he would suffer severe injuries and even lose the future of his family.

No new monarch would like a family that had killed their own kind, and most nobles would spontaneously dislike such rule breakers.

"Only royal blood can kill royal blood, father, your executioner is here!"

The second prince planned to step forward to rescue, but was stopped by the Great Golem. Grizzly Bear used his speed to reach the prince. Looking at the king walking in front of him with the Golem, he felt a headache, especially those Construct Knights. Even though they were vulnerable, it also greatly affected the efficiency of movement.

"Go together."

Two hundred constructed knights attacked from all directions and fought with the prince's guards. Four great golems surrounded the enemy.

The Grizzly Bear paused for a moment after killing several Construct Knights. Just as he was about to make a move, Henry VI was standing behind the target golem. He could only forcibly retract most of his strength. Once the golem was smashed to pieces, the aftermath alone would be enough to kill this weak "knight".

"Madman, you're absolutely crazy!" Grizzly cursed loudly. His strength was unmatched by almost all the strong men at the same level, but his speed was an unavoidable shortcoming.

"laugh!"

Henry VI sneered: "Let me duel with my rebellious son!"

When these words were spoken, not only the Grizzlies, but even the Construct Knights were stunned.

How could this be something a king would say?

"Why, you want to be king but you still want to be timid?!"

Henry VI roared, his expression mixed with anger and contempt.

Among all the philosophers, not one satisfied him.

"Then it's as you wish." The second prince stepped out of the protective circle.

Grizzlie felt deeply constrained. Under normal circumstances, he could deal with the Great Golem in a few minutes, but now he had to control his strength so as not to hurt the two monarchs. Moreover, if he remembered correctly, the Great Golem should be able to self-destruct. This thing was originally a consumable created by the alchemist wizard and was inhumane.

The knight's sword clashed with the ceremonial sword.

In full view of the crowd, the Second Prince and Henry VI engaged in a single sword fight. Almost all the great knights turned their eyes to them. Although the sword skills of the two warring parties were not worthy of attention, this battle determined the future of the kingdom.

The knight's sword slashed across Henry VI's neck, and the tip of the sword cut a pool of blood. He swung the sword back and cut his second son's shoulder, but failed to break the defense.

Different from the king's ceremonial attire when attending events, the second prince wore the armor of a great knight, which gave him an absolute advantage in sword fighting.

Bang!
The second prince stepped forward, and with his arm bent by the deflected sword, he delivered a powerful elbow strike that hit the king directly in the chest. The knight's fighting spirit was vented wantonly, and the slight crisp sound of bones breaking was like thunder in the ears of all the great knights.

Henry VI staggered back, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Die, I've had enough of you!"

The second prince cut off the king's head with one blow of his sword.

At the same time, the senior nobles and royal elders tacitly stopped the fight, and the captains of the knights hurriedly shouted at the constructed knights to stop their internal conflicts and target the criminals together.

The second prince held up the king's head to symbolize his victory.

"Today, in the name of the Knights and the God of the Rich Soil, I will kill the most evil..."

puff!

Time seems to stand still.

The Duke of Golden Lion and the royal elders were stunned.

On the city wall, the Knights Guard looked at each other in bewilderment, and Modres kept stroking the giant sword in his hand.

In a house on the street, Margaret covered her mouth with her hands, tears in her eyes. Her face was not sad, but she was a little confused about the future.

The Construct Knights stood there like puppets.

"You..." Grizzly's tongue was tied. He stretched out his hand to grab the lawless guy in front of him, but he felt unprecedented powerlessness.

puff!

This is the second sword.

Jiang He threw away the ceremonial sword he had picked up and broke away from the image stealth. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the back of the second prince's neck. The man was already dead. One sword to the back of the head and one sword to the heart. For a knight, these were irreparable fatal injuries.

"Everyone, please welcome the new king."

As soon as she finished speaking, Queen Margaret walked up to the platform holding the ninth prince.

She easily obtained the king's secret order to establish her status through her favor. Henry VI did not like his sons, but a three-year-old child had not yet been formed, so the process was simple and smooth.

Margaret remembered what someone had said: their camp had no support from the great nobles, so they had to occupy the righteous side.

"…The second prince Sosacres plotted a rebellion to kill the king, and Minister Anor put down the rebellion. He represented the will of the royal family, the ninth prince, and me…"

"…Those who lay down their weapons now will be forgiven…"

"...I will ask Grand Duke Modres to take charge of the situation..."

The nobles who were originally unwilling to give in gradually laid down their weapons. While the second prince was still alive, they were an internal change. Now that the prince was dead and there was no royal blood involved, the nature of the rebellion became a military rebellion by the nobles. The titled knight Modres swore not to interfere in politics, but he could take action against the rebellion at will.

"Your Majesty, please take the throne."

When everyone was in a confused mood, Count Heru, who escaped from the family territory, was the first to kneel on one knee.

"Your Majesty, please take the throne." His father-in-law, Marquis Soren, followed closely behind.

There were more and more shouts, and the construct knights saluted one by one. The Duke of Golden Lion looked back at the direction of the city wall, sighed softly, and knelt on one knee.

……

In the outer city of the royal capital, Blue River Manor.

The Black Marquis, the most important adviser in the Second Prince's camp, arrived. The middle-aged nobleman was followed by a great knight of the Church of the Holy Blood on each side.

Blue River Manor is the residence of the third prince. This prince likes witchcraft, but unfortunately he has no talent for it. He often stays in the manor and ignores worldly affairs. Henry VI also appreciates this sensible behavior very much. The previous bloody incidents in the palace did not involve the third prince.

The Black Marquis looked serious.

According to the inheritance rules for thousands of years, after the death of the Second Prince, the Third Prince and Princess Eleanor's inheritance rights were nominally ranked before the Ninth Prince. Eleanor was half-elf, and as long as this identity was revealed, she would lose her legitimacy as successor, so no noble considered her.

Compared to the child on the podium, the third prince who has been forgotten for many years in Blue River Manor is the rightful successor.

The Black Marquis rushed into the manor castle at a speed that was far beyond the reach of the two great knights on his left and right, but his expression gradually became solemn. The bodies of his servants and guards fell on the side of the road, and it seemed that they had been dead for no more than half a quarter of an hour, including an ordinary great knight.

"Not good."

The castle gate collapsed, and when the Black Marquis arrived at the door, a cold woman came out holding the prince's head, blood still dripping from her fingers.

"Hey, isn't this Marquis Luen?"

Si Ning raised his hand to greet him as if he was taking a stroll after dinner: "You came a step too late. He colluded with the second prince, and he deserves it."

The Black Marquis looked indifferent, "The Third Prince has always stayed away from troubles, what crime has he committed? Your Highness is plotting a rebellion."

Si Ning raised his eyebrows and mocked, "This is really disgusting. You presented the famous painting "Margaret" to Henry VI, and it was you who suggested that the young lady from a noble family needed a dowry. Not only did you push the red and white roses into conflict with each other, you also instigated the second prince to rebel against his father. You are the one who is plotting rebellion."

The two sides confronted each other, and the Black Marquis activated his true form. He knew that Princess Cecilia had a killing ability comparable to that of a top knight. Even if her physical fitness was inferior, it would take him half a quarter of an hour to kill her. If he wanted to capture her alive, the difficulty would be immeasurable.

But at this moment, a team of golden-armored knights broke into the Blue River Manor, and the first deputy commander of the Knight Guards came in person. It was obvious that the guardian of the royal power, Modres, also believed that the third prince should inherit the throne before the ninth prince.

The first deputy captain took a look at the tense situation and glanced at the prince's head. Today's Summer Hunting Festival has completely turned into a bloody day. Three Lancasters who were qualified to sit on the throne died in half a day. This news was enough to shock the nations.

“You two…” The first deputy leader had a complicated expression. “Instead of fighting here, it is better to prepare to participate in His Majesty’s succession ceremony. As far as I know, today’s incident made my master very upset. Please don’t cross the line again.”

Si Ning shrugged, raised his head and turned away.

The Black Marquis pulled down the brim of his cloak and left with two great knights. He took out a secret letter from his sleeve and handed it to his confidant.

"Send it to Duke de York."

"clear."

(End of this chapter)