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The pastures south of the Forest of Arden fell into silence, as if shrouded in the shadow of death.

The air was thick with the smell of blood, rust, and a deeper, bone-chilling stench of decay.

"But why does the air smell of blood even though no one is dead?"

"Shut up, this must be some kind of dark magic, but don't say it."

The old farmers were chattering away, but they didn't care about chivalry or knighthood or anything like that.

The knights on both sides promised to give extra food after winning the battle, so it is enough to come here to support the number of people.

The silver armor of the Holy Grail Knight still gleamed with a resolute light under the dark clouds. He rode his horse and stood at the front of the battle, facing the source of the rebellion.

"Bastard Malubode! Come here and take my bullet!"

The Grail Oath of the Grail Knights required them not to curse, but the word "bastard" still touched a nerve with Malubod.

He himself was a chivalrous knight with no hope of inheritance, and like so many knights behind him, he was dissatisfied with the current distribution of benefits.

The purpose is to break the old order and establish a new order, but the identity of an illegitimate child makes him hate it.

Marubod was no longer the knight he once was. He was clad in plate armor as black as night, with blasphemous skull runes etched on the armor.

Within the Empire, skulls symbolize purity, but in Bretonnia, they represent only one thing: necromancy.

An ominous dark green light flowed on the armor.

A twisted helmet called the Crown of Vengeance, inlaid with a large warp stone, was worn on his head, emitting sickening magical fluctuations.

His mount, a once mighty warhorse, now had green ghostly fire burning in its eye sockets, and a foul-smelling cold air emanating from its mouth and nose.

In his hand, he tightly grasped a strangely shaped longsword, the blade of which was wrapped in materialized black mist, and the hilt of the sword was inlaid with a black gem that was constantly beating, like a heart.

The Holy Grail Knight saw at a glance that the most powerful treasure on Malubod's body was the helmet called the Crown of Vengeance. He had also heard of the origin of that thing.

Forged by a mad dwarven runesmith, it is rumored to have been lost near a river within the Empire.

That helmet corrupts all who come into contact with it, isolating every dark thought and twisting the wearer's mind, driving the wearer's mind completely insane.

And it seems that this helmet has four stages. If it can be upgraded to the highest stage, it will be powerful enough to destroy the world.

Fortunately, it is still only the first stage, but we must not allow the helmet to continue upgrading.

"Grail Knight!"

Malubod's voice pierced through the Crown of Vengeance, harsh as metal rubbing against metal.

"Fight me."

The duel has begun.

No trumpets, no superfluous announcements.

The two war horses, blessed by Nagash and the Lady of the Lake respectively, rushed towards each other like arrows!

Marubode laughed wildly and raised the spear in his hand high.

The terrifying death energy gathered in an instant, and the black mist on the gun body surged, forming a black energy slash that tore through the air, and the charge bonus directly tripled.

At the same time, the dim light of the dimensional stone on his crown of revenge became brighter, and several pale green dimensional stone lightning bolts entwined the black mist like poisonous snakes.

This is a fusion of necromancy and the evil power of dimensional stone, enchanted with magical attacks. It is powerful enough to instantly tear through all heavy armor and physical resistance, and directly corrode the soul!

The Holy Grail Knight's Holy Grail Lance burst out with dazzling golden light, and the blessing of the Goddess of the Lake formed a solid light shield to meet the devastating combined attack!

boom--!

A deafening explosion erupted between the two men! Black mist, green lightning, and golden light collided and annihilated violently! The violent shockwave ripped the grass off the ground, sending dust billowing into the air!

The light faded, and the Holy Grail Knight's mount let out a mournful cry and stumbled back. A tiny crack appeared on the tip of the blessed Holy Grail spear!

He lowered his head and felt that under the blessing of the Goddess of the Lake, the three broken ribs were slowly recovering.

As for Marubod, relying on the power of the evil weapon and the dimensional stone, he just shook his body and let out a triumphant roar under his face armor.

"The light of the Holy Grail? Nothing more than that!"

Malubod roared wildly, urging the undead warhorse, which no longer concealed its identity, to approach again.

"Die!"

At this critical moment, just as Marubodo was about to swing his sword again—

The Grail Knight made a move that stunned everyone, including Malubod!

He suddenly thrust the cracked Holy Grail spear into the ground, and his free right hand slowly reached for an inconspicuous, leather-wrapped bulge on his waist!

"boom!!!"

A clear and violent roar drowned out all the sounds of fighting on the battlefield!

In the hands of the Holy Grail Knight, a beautifully crafted, breech-loading, long-barreled musket gleamed with a cold metallic gleam! Wisps of green smoke billowed from the muzzle!

On the other side, Duke Marubode had a shocking charred hole on the chest of his plate armor!

The green fire in his eyes began to die! His arm, holding the sword high, froze in mid-air!

The Grail Knight opened the barrel, quickly cleaned out the gunpowder residue, poured new gunpowder into it, and finally pressed a bullet made of pure silver.

boom!

Another shot was fired, hitting Marubode's chest again. Two large holes formed a symmetrical pattern, causing him to be seriously injured and unable to move.

Pure silver bullets are not good against armor, but are naturally suitable for fighting demons and have a strong anti-magic effect.

For Marubod, who has already been strengthened by necromancy, it can cause quite terrifying additional damage.

Because they drank the water from the Holy Grail, the Holy Grail Knights became extremely powerful and could easily withstand the recoil from musket fire.

Because he drank the water from the Holy Grail, the Holy Grail Knight possesses excellent insight and can easily hit everything within 100 meters with a straight line.

Because he drank the water from the Holy Grail, the Holy Grail Knight was blessed by the goddess. Each of his attacks can carry magical effects and the banishment effect of the Holy Grail, of course including the pure silver bullets he fired.

boom!

Two shots to the body and one to the head, Marubode was killed by the Holy Grail Knight. Don't worry, the military reporter will not explain what kind of gun this is.

Marubod's body hit the ground heavily, and the evil warpstone crown rolled aside, losing its luster.

The long sword inlaid with Akhan's treasure also flew out of his hand. The black mist on the sword quickly dissipated, and the pulsating black gem also dimmed.

Dead silence.

A Grail Knight... with a musket... in a duel... at close range... with a single shot to the head?!

Actually it was three shots, but because the action was so fast, many people only noticed the headshot of the last shot.

The Holy Grail Knight expressionlessly retracted the smoking musket and put it back into the holster at his waist.

He pulled out the Holy Grail Spear that was stuck in the ground, pointed the tip of the spear at the sky, and let out a roar that shook the battlefield.

"The rebel leader has been killed! Now! Kill all the rebellious knights!!"

This roar was like a spark thrown into boiling oil! The loyal knights erupted in thunderous cheers, their morale instantly soaring to the peak!

Now I must abandon all distractions and charge forward, otherwise I might start to think about all sorts of things.

The rebels, especially those chivalrous knights who relied on the dark power of Marubod, saw the aura of death recede like a tide with the sudden death of their lord and the loss of their divine artifacts. The fanaticism in their eyes turned to confusion and fear, and their formation instantly fell into disarray!

In the chaos at the edge of the battlefield, the high elf magic advisors led by Windlo were not involved in the frontal fight.

Their target was a low hill behind the battlefield that was heavily covered by death magic. According to the dark elves and high elf wizards, there was a strong aura of necromancy here.

"That's it!"

Windlow intuitively pointed to the cave emitting a strong ominous atmosphere and discovered that it was the lair of Nagash's followers.

The High Elf mages immediately joined forces, casting pure life winds and powerful dispel spells like sharp swords, piercing the hill's magical barrier. A sound like shattering glass filled the air, and the distorted image on the hill's surface faded, revealing a massive, forcibly excavated tomb entrance emitting a foul stench and a green light!

Deep in the tomb, several necromancers wearing black robes of the Nagash sect were casting spells frantically around a huge pyramid-shaped altar made of bones, dimensional stone and obsidian.

"We've been discovered by the elves! Guard!"

The leading necromancer screamed. Their original mission was to assist Marubod in launching a rebellion, but they didn't expect that the necromancer magic would attract the nearby elves.

At this time, he still believed that the elves were attracted here by necromancy. After all, the elves were experts in magic and hated all unrefined and terrible magic.

The Grave Guardians and Tomb Guardians that roamed the catacombs immediately pounced on the intruders.

However, these beings, drawn and controlled by necromancy, became difficult to restrain and could no longer be controlled by their summoners after approaching Windlo.

Seizing this opportunity, the High Elf mages concentrated their strength, casting powerful purifying magic upon the altar like sunlight. The burning skull let out a shrill scream, its soul fire swaying violently!

"No! Lord Nagash's resurrection plan cannot..."

The last necromancer's curse came to an abrupt end before he was blown to pieces by the uncontrolled backlash of magic.

Without the mage's support and the elven magic's powerful purification, the altar collapsed instantly! The burning skull exploded, and green soul fire splashed everywhere, igniting the bones and dimensional stone in the tomb. The entire underground lair began to shake violently and collapse!

"withdraw!"

Windlow gave a decisive order. The elf squad quickly retreated from the collapsing tomb. Behind them, the altar, symbolizing the source of the rebels' magical power, was reduced to ruins amidst flames and collapse.

With the sudden death of Marubod and the destruction of the necromancy, the rebel resistance completely collapsed.

In the center of the battlefield, the Holy Grail Knight was surrounded by excited loyal lords and knights.

But there was something wrong with the expressions on everyone's faces. Besides the joy of victory, there were many other emotions.

Everyone saw the special lance used by the Holy Grail Knight, and he ordered that all the rebel knights be beheaded in public, even including the Holy Grail Knight's fourth brother, while the serfs who participated in the rebellion were all spared.

In previous rebellions, all the rebellious knights were spared, while all the rebellious serfs were beheaded.

But it doesn't matter. After winning this war, the reputation of the Holy Grail Knight will allow him to do anything he can't do.

"king!"

A knight from the Kingdom of Paraon shouted excitedly.

"You saved Bretonnia! His Majesty Laun has gone to follow the goddess! And we on earth need a new king! A king like you who is strong, wise, and brave enough to break the old ways!"

King Laun of Bretonnia is dead, and Bretonnia needs a new king, and the king of Bretonnia can only be a Holy Grail Knight.

This knight from the Kingdom of Paraon is actually the older brother of the Holy Grail Knight.

"Yes! King!"

As long as there is one person taking the lead, the voices of agreement will immediately follow.

Many knights knelt on one knee and stuck their bloody swords into the ground in front of them. This was an ancient ritual to enthronize a new king. The knights of Bretonnia would only kneel before the goddess and the king.

Even the dukes and others from other kingdoms, although they did not agree with these things and had complicated expressions in their eyes, did not say much. They just lowered their heads and left quietly. It is not advisable to say anything discouraging at this time.

The outcome is now decided.

There wasn't much joy on the face of the Holy Grail Knight, only heaviness and a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.

Just as he was about to speak, a hoarse, weak, yet undeniably majestic voice exploded like thunder at the edge of the crowd:

"You are doing the right thing, but it's not the right time yet."

Everyone turned around suddenly!

I saw a ragged figure covered in blood and mud staggering towards me.

His armor was in tatters, and only a few rags of his gorgeous cloak remained. His once gorgeous black hair and well-groomed black beard were covered with mud and blood scabs, and his face was covered with dirt and tired wrinkles.

However, although those eyes were bloodshot, they still burned with the majesty and indomitable fire of a hippogryph!

He walked forward with difficulty, straightened his scarred back, and swept his eyes like a sharp sword over the knights and Holy Grail Knights kneeling on the ground.

"I, Laurne Leo Cornwall"

He used all his strength, but his voice was clearly heard throughout the audience.

"Bretonnia, your king has returned!"

Deathly silence, a silence even deeper than when Marubod fell just now, enveloped the entire southern part of Arden Forest.

All the knights froze in place, staring in disbelief at the man before them who looked like a beggar yet exuded the supreme majesty of a king.

The Holy Grail Knight looked at King Laun's familiar, flaming eyes, and the musket at his waist seemed to become unusually heavy.

Except for him, every knight present was not sure that the person in front of them was King Laun.

If he could kill Lawen without anyone noticing at this moment, wouldn't his position as king be secure?

Thinking of this, the Holy Grail Knight slowly placed his hands on his waist, and then