I Will Be The Crowned King

Staring at the galloping figure, the Knights of the New World in the headquarters were so stunned that they forgot to breathe.

"I... The Ring of Order is on!" The messenger's voice was trembling, and he looked around in confusion: "Then... that, should we stop him?"

"Or let the soldiers prepare, use platoon guns and artillery to directly... him..."

The messengers did not dare to continue speaking, and no one dared to answer him.

The commander-in-chief of the legion personally charged into the battle, and even dropped the army to attack the fortifications alone... This kind of nonsense plot that seems to only happen in third-rate novels is vividly appearing in front of them, and no one knows what to do.

Shoot directly to the sky? Not to mention whether it might be the other party's conspiracy, what if the opponent's anger is aroused and he kills it desperately?

But if you don't care... do you want to watch the other side attack the fortifications?

The officers and knights looked confused.

At this moment, the young knight who kept his mouth shut all the time suddenly put down the telescope in his hand, picked up the saber on the table, and turned away without saying a word.

It wasn't until he was about to walk out of the trench, turn over and climb out of the fortification, that a group of bewildered officers noticed the abnormality, rushed up with agitation, and grabbed their commander with all their hands.

"What do you want to do?!"

"What are you doing, of course it's a challenge." Louis Bernard's face was as it should be:

"As a knight, seeing the opponent's initiative to issue a challenge invitation, is there a second option other than accepting it?"

"You, are you going out?!" The officers suddenly looked terrified, and the hands that held Louis's clothes became harder:

"No! Anything else is easy to say, this is absolutely not good!"

"You are the Marshal of the Legion of the New World, the only one who can lead the entire Free Confederation against the Empire and the Church; putting your command on the front line is the limit, and it is impossible for you to take such a risk!"

"That's right! Even if you have to accept the challenge, it is never stipulated that knights must fight in person, and those with noble status can be done by their subordinates!"

"That's right, we can all take the place of the challenge. You must stay at the headquarters and lead the New World Legion to guard against the enemy's attack!"

The officers spoke more and more anxiously, panic was written all over their flushed cheeks, and the hands that were tightly grasping the young knight's clothes did not dare to let go for a moment, for fear that he would break free.

But at the moment, Louis seemed calm and unusual, completely without the excitement and publicity when he was acting out of temper.

"I understand everyone's thoughts, and I'm honored. Everyone is willing to be my duel representative, but..." He shook his head: "I know Arthur Herrede's strength very well, and the usual talents are not his at all. The opponent will be killed in an instant."

"Factually speaking, even now, I don't have the certainty of winning him; the outcome is probably between June 4th and 4th."

"Then...then it's even more impossible for us to let you fight!" The messenger looked anxious and turned to look around:

"Send the order! Quickly send the order, let the front line infantry attack, be sure to send the other party..."

"Don't do this useless work."

Louis Bernard interrupted lightly.

With a slight push, the messenger who was tugging at the hem of his clothes felt as if he had hit the wall, his body leaned back a few steps with inertia, and he staggered and barely stood firm.

"You can't stop me, and I'm not asking for your consent; accepting the opponent's challenge is not Louis Bernard, but a decision made by the Marshal of the New World Legion, but an order."

"It's Marshal Louis Bernard, the order given to Knight Louis Bernard - to defeat the opponent's challenger head-on, capture or kill the opponent's army commander, and win the victory for the New World Legion!"

The voice fell, and the young knight slammed out his saber, the silver mirror-like blade swept a touch of water on his side, and the drawn scabbard was thrown into the arms of the messenger.

Abandoning the officers, he walked away and came to the elf girl who had been standing silently in the corner.

Looking at her knight with a smile, Freya didn't mean to stop her; she stood on tiptoe and handed over the three-cornered hat decorated with eagle feathers in her arms:

"Don't forget this."

"Of course I didn't forget." Holding the brim of his hat, the smiling young knight buckled the hat on his head:

"Wait a while, I'll be back when I go."

"Well, come on." The elf girl nodded:

"If you lose, Freya will burn all the people on the opposite side to ashes and bury them for Louis."

"I know." While speaking, Louis turned over and climbed out of the fortification, not forgetting to turn his head and smile at the girl behind him:

"I will never let you do this!"

The voice fell, the young knight suddenly whistled, and a chestnut horse rushed out from the rear of the fortification, constantly leaping and galloping.

At the moment when he was about to rush past him, Louis turned on his horse and ran towards the battlefield full of artillery fire.

The officers and knights who were left behind did not dare to be neglected. They hurriedly assembled the cavalry units that were still waiting for orders, ordered the artillery units not to act without authorization, and adjusted the deployment of the infantry in the front row... a complete mess.

In the sky full of fire, the young knight raised the long knife in his hand along with the galloping horse.

He came to the very familiar figure on the opposite side.

Arthur Herreid, who was also galloping on a horse, suddenly lit up. Something seemed to awaken in his body. The corners of his excited mouth were completely grinned, revealing white and shiny fangs.

Without any hesitation, he who was still showing off his might just now leaned down on the horse's back, held the cavalry spear in his backhand, and stretched it out to the front, continuing to increase his speed.

On the opposite side, Louis seemed to have a consonance in his heart. The long knife that was raised horizontally stretched forward with his arm, his wrist was flipped, the tip of the knife pointed directly at the opponent, and he also began to sprint.

In the center of the field of artillery fire, the two solitary figures were getting closer and closer, charging straight at each other.

No fancy, no evasion, head-to-head charging.

"clang-!!"

Firelight bloomed in the whine of the war horses on both sides, and a mass of water mist shrouded in bright red exploded, leaving complete circular marks on the ground.

Half a second later, a harsh sound wave sounded on the battlefield, and the cavalry of the Mujahideen cavalry who hurriedly tried to arrive was suddenly in chaos.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the cavalry of the New World Legion completed their assembly and hurriedly marched towards the battlefield.

Holding the half-half of the saber, Louis stood on the edge of the blood mist with an expressionless face; the breastplate on his body was sunken like a shell of a three-pounder, and his shoulders heaved slightly with his breathing.

Although the distance was successfully opened at the last moment, it still failed to escape the aftermath of Arthur's "Dragon Roar"; if the distance was a little closer, not only the breastplate, but also himself would be torn in two.

"This is really... a little unexpected."

Just as the young knight quickly stood still, the blond knight also emerged from the dispersing mist, holding the intact cavalry spear tightly, pointing to the torn hole in his chest and saying with surprise:

"I remember that your bloodline power is not only physical enhancement, when will you be able to manipulate water vapor?!"

"Who knows, maybe this is the power of my true bloodline." Louis Dandan said:

"With such important information, do you think I will tell the enemy who wants to kill me?"

"Oh... so cold?"

Covering the bleeding wound on his chest, Arthur looked disappointed: "It's rare that I spent so much effort to find you, and I didn't forget to bring you a gift for this cheapskate!"

"…Gift?"

"Yes, but not anymore! You cheap bastard, you won't even tell me what the power of your bloodline is, so I won't give you any more gifts!"

Arthur crossed his hips and complained angrily, but the next second he grinned again: "I lied to you, I brought all the belts, how could it not be given to you?"

The moment the voice fell, the stunned young knight caught an afterimage spinning towards him in his sight; without any hesitation, he decisively reached out and held it.

Snapped-

A long sword with a black and gold sheath was held in his hand.

"This is…"

"What you put with me at the beginning is now back to its original owner." Arthur grinned:

"For the first time in my life, I know how troublesome it is to maintain a good knife!"

The moment the voice sounded, the blond knight with his spear was already killing him, and the tip of the spear pierced the door.

Louis immediately threw away the broken knife in his right hand, and immediately drew his knife to parry;

"Clang-clang-clang-clang-clang-!!"

The harsh collision sound exploded uninterrupted sparks, and the cavalry on both sides of the battlefield could only see the dazzling spearheads and blades, which were constantly overlapping and flickering.

There was no rest or temptation. The two sides were almost body-to-body fighting, fighting and constantly trying to kill each other.

The power of the sea knight's bloodline fully activated Louis' brisk one-handed dazzling dagger, and accurately swept away the spearheads that hit like raindrops one by one, never giving Arthur a chance to succeed.

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But no matter the cavalry on the sidelines or him, it is clear that it is definitely not Arthur Hered who is at a disadvantage right now, but himself.

Arthur Herrid's bloodline power turns the sound waves into near-substantial "cannonballs" and crushes the enemy, so he has the title of "Dragon Roar".

But right now, he has already used the power of bloodline with all his strength, but he is only at a tie with him, far from being forced to the extent that he must use the power of bloodline.

The difference is clear at a glance.

"What's the matter, you look so surprised?"

Using the tip of his spear to stop the blade stabbing his neck, Arthur Herrid grinned:

"I didn't expect it. Ever since you disappeared in the Battle of Hantu, I have been working hard all the time, in order to have the possibility of confronting you head-on without relying on the power of blood!"

"Looking at your expression, it seems to me that my training was quite successful."

"Where did you see me surprised?" Louis said coldly, smashing Arthur's shoulder with a knife with his backhand; the stomach of the armor cracked instantly, leaving a hideous wound:

"The battle...but it has just begun!"

The moment the blade slipped, the high-temperature water vapor poured out from the tip of the knife like a spear and hit Arthur Herreid's chest.

Arthur, who couldn't dodge in time, couldn't see the panic look at all, and he didn't even have any moves to dodge, so he took the initiative to meet him head-on:

"That's right--!"

Accompanied by his excited cry, it was as if a substantial sound wave exploded between the two of them, and the gushing water vapor was instantly shattered, and even left traces of a cannonball on the ground, rushing straight towards Louis.

The young knight slid out of the way, turning around and using the strength of his waist, he threw a mist of water at Arthur who was rushing, and at the same time he swung the knife from the other direction to kill.

With the corners of his mouth raised, Arthur Herrid suddenly knelt down on one knee, raised his head and took a deep breath, and just when he was about to be torn apart by the water vapor, he let out a roar:

"boom--!!"

The loud noise of the sky and the earth shattered the billowing smoke and dust, shrouding the figures of the two people at the same time.

Although they had been prepared in advance, the cavalrymen on both ends of the battlefield all held their heads as if they had just been kicked, and their expressions distorted to the extreme were filled with pain. All cruelty in the land.

Three minutes... or ten minutes, the two sides still haven't fully recovered; the two figures in the dispersing smoke are still constantly fighting, slamming a fatal blow at a speed that ordinary people can't even respond to, while dodging each other's moves, or Find the angle of your next attack. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Although he had the upper hand with his unparalleled offensive, compared to Louis, who was still unscathed, Arthur Herrede had more than a dozen scars all over his body, and his upper body was almost completely covered in blood. Dip-dyed, and a few dark red highlights have been added to the golden curly hair.

It's just that unlike normal people whose physical strength drops after being injured, Arthur Herrede's speed and strength not only did not slow down, but he even had a tendency to fight more and more bravely; even more strangely, the bleeding wound did not heal with scabs, but instead. gradually spread all over the body.

In addition, the opponent was so arrogant that he could barely keep up with the power and speed of his own bloodline... Some kind of speculation began to brew in Louis's heart.

"Oh, did you notice it so soon?"

Arthur, who was fighting frantically, suddenly stopped and moved to distance himself from him. Louis, who had a surprised face, smiled and said, "What's so strange, every time you start thinking about something, you will show that kind of distraction. The same expression."

"This is not a good habit, Louis, if you were someone else just now, you might have to be dragged to your face by me for a dragon roar!"

"But since you've discovered it, you might as well tell you directly - just like the power of your sea knight bloodline is not as simple as it looks, and the talent of dragon knights also has their own secrets."

"The characteristic of this secret is that every talented person who awakens a dragon knight can make a choice... The content of the choice is whether the power of his bloodline should focus more on knights or more... dragons."

The smiling Arthur Herreid slowly opened his arms, and the muscles that were soaked with blood and water from the wound began to grow densely packed, metallic scales:

"Guess which one I chose?"

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