A strong horse ran wildly, and four hooves smashed a row of smoke columns, leaving shallow pits on the hard road. There was only the simplest saddle on the horse's back, in other words, a soft leather plus two stirrups. A short knight stood lightly on the stirrup, carrying only a cloth bag, without a rein in his hand.
"Quick! Quick!" He cried and shouted. He knew in his heart that after this long-distance raid that was not dependent on horsepower, the best horse in Qiaodu City might not shine again. No matter how light it is, no matter how much it is, no matter how it reduces the burden, if a horse wants to be faster than a bird on a long distance, it will have to pay the price of life.
There are no pigeons and ravens to Tawugang City in Qiaodu City, and it is also a distant thing to teleport the magic circle. The only hope for those trapped on the central island is the horse under them. The riders are very clear about this, and the horses seem to be very clear about this. They are moving side by side and crying because they will not see each other again in the future.
"Hurry! Tawugang City! Go east, continue to go east!"
Thanks to the determination and will to build roads continuously, the Revi Magic Empire has a trunk transportation system that is perfect than any country on the Yongli continent, especially on the line from Tawugang City to Lighthouse Leader. The road surface is in the best condition. The hard fine sand is flat and paved on the extremely gravel road is very comfortable for horseshoes and wheels. Every two hundred meters on both sides of the road, there will be a pair of magic runes, controlling the surrounding elemental environment. They absorb the surrounding free elements, let the earth elements suppress the sand and stones, let rain and ice and snow leave the road surface, and the wind cannot take away the hard sand here, so that the road surface can basically have the ability to maintain and repair itself.
In addition to arranging road supervisors to replenish sand, soil and stones, and sweep the broken limbs and fallen leaves, the royal family will ask the magic school to inspect the car and supplement the elemental gems in the road stakes in the future. The cost will come from the income of the teleportation array. The land of the empire belongs to His Majesty the Emperor, and the appearance of the road is the display of His Majesty the Emperor's strength, and it is presented fairly to everyone. Although Bridge Ducheng has not been incorporated into the empire, the knight has begun to thank His Majesty the Emperor in his heart. His horse friend can enjoy the best road in the world in the last part of his life, and it is not in vain that he has been practicing for running all his life.
"Do you want to shoot them?"
The Knights of Hell have sniper positions on the old city wall of Tawu Harbor. The best gunmen are on duty here, equipped with heavy sniper guns close to two meters long. This weapon between the magic gun and the magic light killing cannon is enough to shoot down the dragon, and can penetrate Feiqi's daily magic shield to penetrate his body. The only way to resist this weapon is not to resist, and avoid it before its power reaches a position that may cause damage. Feiqi used his own experiment and had mastered this magic technique, but the knight did not, nor did the horse.
"Don't shoot, don't kill him, let him enter the city." said the intelligence chief Mathers. "His Majesty the Emperor has known and agreed to enter the city. As for the posts he had broken through before, His Majesty the Emperor has forgiven them. The knight and the horse are burning their lives to complete their mission, and His Majesty has never asked ordinary soldiers of the Empire to do so, so the victory of the knight and the failure of the soldiers are justified."
"The Knights of Hell will not fail, because we are ready to sacrifice our lives for His Majesty the Emperor at all times." Tron was not very satisfied with Mathers' words, but he could understand him. After all, they belonged to different groups, soldiers who dared to sacrifice and speculative intelligence dealers. "Let him pass. Send a signal to the city gate, clear out the space, and let him enter the city."
The Knights of Hell are a team that absolutely complies with orders and disciplines. Because of this, no enemy can force the city gate. There was no before, and this time, neither. The soldiers at the door separated the crowd quietly and gave up a passage for enough horses to gallop. Today is the day when His Majesty the Emperor completed the contract with all the old nobles. They were all in an open space on the hunting ground on the river north of the city. The fastest way to get there is to pass directly from the city. This route, or every route, is under the surveillance of the Knights of Hell. Without Tron's order, no one can get there.
The Knight did not know this information, but he did not need to know it. Mathers arranged manpower at various major intersections of the city, who were vendors, tourists, workers or children playing. They would use the dumped wooden boxes and barrels, transport trucks or their bodies to form obstacles, and use various voices of talk to guide the Knight in the right direction. The city guards who appeared at the right time would drive him to run north of the city to ensure that he could "rush directly into the venue."
The Knight did not know how he successfully rushed into the city. He only knew that there was a force in the dark supporting him to keep moving forward. He felt that it was the guidance of the angel of the Goddess of the Truth. With his eyes, it was impossible to see the fantasy snake Koktal, and it was even more impossible to know that the Emperor of the Empire was gathering on his back.
Even if he told him, he would not believe it. His Majesty the Emperor was waiting for him at the venue, because Feich believed that the arrival of the Knight would end the boring banquet in front of him. He was in front of him with old nobles from thirty-three territories, which could be roughly divided into six customs, so six different ways should be held to ensure the "sacredness of the covenant". In Feich's view, this was a pure waste of time, because no matter what the customs of these people were, the Goddess of Truth would not be the guarantor, and all the rituals were not as effective as a devil contract, but they would not choose the devil contract.
Shani was very interested in rituals everywhere. She had a life as a minstrel, so she fell in love with art forms such as music, paintings and costumes from all over the world. However, the identity of a minstrel made her unable to access the rituals that only were used between the nobles, so her interest was from the heart. She provided the smile and applause she needed today on behalf of the royal family, while Feich was responsible for providing a cold and serious expression, as well as her closed eyes.
"Your Majesty, are you asleep?"
The one who was lucky enough to sit next to the emperor was the former Duke of Nagil from Snake Rock City, a fat old man who likes to laugh. He was the highest old title among all the old nobles, and was particularly harmless, so he was elected to sit next to Feich. He didn't care about the uncovenant alliance. He gave whatever the emperor wanted, and surrendered to exchange his life was a good business. He was always curious about what the emperor, who was called the strongest person in the world, so he kept telling him jokes and trying to liven up the atmosphere. Feich kept his eyes closed and never replied a word until now.
"No, I'm not sleeping, I'm praying for you," Fitch said. "A passionate person is easily welcomed, and if he is also honest, he will soon gain some friends. Maintaining friendship is never easy, but gaining friendship is never so easy, right?"
"Oh, your majesty, you are a wise man, and I really want to have a friend like you."
"So, future friends, tell me honestly what you think of this covenant meeting?"
The former Duke of Nagil covered his mouth with his fist and coughed, then said with a smile: "Your Majesty, I think that those who can make changes to adapt to the new era will live well. These dances and rituals from the old era are completely a waste of time. I have always believed in the power of man - don't get me wrong, I also believe in the power of God, but I think I am too insignificant, and God probably doesn't want to care about me. God's power exists, but these dancing people are definitely not."
"What you said is right, but it all comes from your research on me, right? I'm honored that you value me so much, but I know very well what I have said and how it is described in other people's books. Say something I don't know."
"Sorry, Your Majesty, I'm very sorry. I... Then I can only say that not all nobles are satisfied with this ending, especially Monta Marce. Recently, he has said a lot of bad things in private and destroyed your reputation."
"It turns out that nothing is new." Feichi closed his eyes again and began to "pray". The former Duke of Nagil swallowed, and suddenly felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. He quickly drank something from the cup to suppress his shock, without worrying about what it contained.
Just as the sixth ceremony began, a noise came from the south, with dense sounds of horse hooves and screams of exclamations coming into his ears. Immediately afterwards, the tent piled up with clothes was overturned, and a horse broke through the thick canvas and rushed into the venue. Everyone left their seats, either dodging, or trying to intercept. The former Duke of Nagil wanted to pull His Majesty the Emperor to avoid, but before his hand touched Feich, he was hit back by an electric current. Shani glanced at Feich, then gently placed his hands on his shoulders, and his fingertips were not far from the anti-paralyzing sunglasses.
"Hiss..." The horse's front legs were weak and he fell forward. It was exhausted and chose to land on its chest and head and neck at the last moment of his life, rather than breaking them than pressing the rider. The knight was able to roll forward from the horse's back and barely stop himself in a clumsy position. He glanced around, then rushed towards Monta Marce, and pulled out a wrinkled letter from his backpack.
"'Horker' Luke? What's wrong with you? Is there something wrong at home?" Monta was stunned for a moment before seeing who the rider was through the oil. He went forward and took the letter.
Feiqi raised his hand and waved it lightly. The others understood that this was not an assassination, so they returned to the seat with a little disappointment. However, they immediately noticed that the Emperor, who had not moved, left the seat, and did not bring the queen together, and came to the center of the venue alone, to the front of the dead horse.
"I want this." Feiqi announced on his own. Everyone smiled when they heard it. They could see that the horse had undergone a very cruel long-distance raid and was loyal to his duties. His Majesty must have been moved by it, so he was willing to bury its body.
"You did it!" Monta Marce suddenly roared, pulled out the sword from the belt of the guard beside him, pushed the messenger away and rushed towards Fitch. Everyone was shocked when they saw it, and screamed and broke through the sky. They all looked at His Majesty's guards one after another, and couldn't help but worry about whether these guards would clear them together in the counterattack.
"What did I do?" Feiqi looked at Monta, turned to face him, and then walked forward. Monta gritted his teeth and rushed forward, slashing the sword from top to bottom. Feiqi did not dodge or block it, but the sword had no sense of blocking, causing Monta to stagger and almost failed to control the center of gravity. He raised his hand, and the blade was only about three inches long at the bottom.
The remaining blade floated in front of Fitch, about three fingers away from his body, as if blocked by some invisible barrier. His Majesty the Emperor clamped the broken blade with two fingers and placed it in front of him for a look.
"This weapon is useless. There is only one sword in Yongli Continent that can threaten me."
The blade melted in his hand and turned into a small ball of iron. Monta looked at the broken sword in his hand, which was not as good as a fruit knife, and was gritting his teeth to accumulate strength, trying to stab him in vain. At this time, his exhausted messenger knight shouted: "Sir, the people in the castle are fine! They are just trapped and not washed away by the flood!"
"What?!" The sword in Monta Marce fell to the ground. He turned around and shouted, "Are you sure? That letter..."
"Sir, you haven't finished reading it yet." The messenger knight suddenly covered his mouth, and everyone present - except Monta - took a breath of air conditioning. Feiqi pulled out a gloomy and terrifying axe from the air and gestured a few times on the back of Monta's head. The lord from Qiaodu City did not realize that he was on the verge of life and death. His relatives and subordinates did not dare to warn him at all, for fear that they would really annoy the emperor, so their lord moved his head.
Fortunately, Feiqi just swayed three times, and the axe turned into a pile of colorful bubbles and floated into the sky. "Do you need help?" Feiqi said to Monta: "Waving weapons to the emperor is not the right way to ask for help."
Monta's heart was beating violently, and his ears were filled with the rumbling sounds of blood arousing. He read the letter and noticed the time. He knew that this would be done by Feige Hall. The Marce family's Bridge Crossing City has been standing for more than three hundred years. What kind of flood has never been seen? This flood that happened in late autumn and early winter is not natural at all, so there is only one explanation: magic!
The legendary magic of Emperor Feiqi Hall can do many things. I know he is very strong, but no one can say what he can do. Is there an upper limit? A terrible flood thousands of miles away, will this be something that a person can accomplish? Monta had some doubts, so he turned around and looked directly at Feiqi's eyes. There was no trace of emotion in the magician's eyes, no pride, no doubt or pity. It was him who did it! Monta's intuition had already shouted out the answer.
But why? Didn’t he need Bridge City? Why did he destroy the key bridge and why did he let the castle collapse? Monta’s face was gloomy, with a blush and a red look, just like his swaying heart. If it was to vent his anger, why didn’t the castle be trapped in the torrent? Others may not know, but Monta knew very well: the materials and structures for building bridges were much more stable than those of the castle that had been expanded many times.
Just as he stared at Fitch, the corpse on the ground shook, and then black smoke rose from its nose, mouth and open pores, condensed in the air and refused to dissipate, appearing as a black horse. Although it was black smoke, it did not give people a terrible or evil feeling. Its eyes were full of spirituality and its movements were gentle and elegant, which made people think of a word: Phantom.
"It's a pity that you lost control. What made you wave your weapon at His Majesty the Emperor?" Feiqi seemed to know what was happening behind him. He raised his hand, and the Phantom Horse put the horse's head in the palm of his hand and rubbed it gently with his chin. "Monta Marce, you are so rude, don't you take the agreement to heart? I'm very disappointed with you and also disappointed with this."
"You are not my friend, and you obviously have important things to do. I agree that you leave now and go back to your own territory. Obviously, you don't want to hand it over to the Empire, and you don't have the determination to kneel before me."
"The most important thing is that you don't know what my magic can do, and you don't believe what I said." Feiqi patted the black Phantom Horse's head and said, "I said I can resurrect the dead, and now you see it..."
Chapter completed!