Origin Paradise!

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Explore the year 1600, August 2th.

The kingdom is in turmoil.

The Duke of Djouk publicly declared himself first in line to the throne, and the Marquis of Rune provided all the necessary documents.

The disorganized army approached the northern defenses of Nachshire at a normal marching pace.

After a three-hour standoff at close range, the royal guardian, Mordres, swore allegiance to the new king, and the formidable battle line of the two kingdoms' most elite knightly orders crumbled without a fight.

On the front lines, the Duke of Djouk was crowned king.

The two armies joined forces, and the Chaotic Knights, the Storm Knights, and the Royal Knights, a total of eight thousand construct knights, headed to the capital.

The capital city welcomed its loyal monarch.

Chapter 310 The Fall of Gold

August 2nd, Red Castle in the Royal Capital.

When news of the Duke of Djouk's coronation as king arrived, the capital was shaken. Many nobles immediately evacuated the inner and outer cities and went to County Nack to sever ties with the Red Rose family.

The once solemn Red Castle is now in chaos.

The newly formed Rose Knights were utterly demoralized. On one hand, they had been taught from a young age to be loyal to the king and their families; on the other hand, Mordred had sworn allegiance. With the two titled knights united, the capital could not stop them no matter how hard they tried.

Servants and maids packed their belongings and ran away, nobles and commoners left in a hurry, and the entire inner city became desolate and dilapidated overnight. The alchemical defensive runes on the inner city walls, which had taken more than a dozen generations to carve, lost all meaning in the blink of an eye.

The Red Castle is deserted.

The Queen, carrying the Ninth Prince, had already boarded the carriage, preparing to return to the Wyatt Territory of the Bourbon Kingdom to join her father. As a princess of the Bourbon royal family, she would at least have no worries about food and drink in the future.

"Your Highness, you should run too. The chaotic lands are full of barbarians who eat flesh and blood. Who would dare to stay in the inner city?"

Margaret looked out the window at Si Ning. As a "remnant of the previous dynasty" and the emperor's executioner, Princess Checia would likely not have a good end if she stayed behind.

"Haha, don't be nervous," Si Ning said nonchalantly. "Maybe one day you and His Majesty will come back."

"Thank you for your kind words." Margaret's eyes were filled with tears. She had only been regent for a few days, and who would have thought that her glory would only be temporary.

They watched the Queen and her guards leave.

Si Ning turned and headed towards the royal treasury.

A tall, slender figure stood at the doorway. He had an excellent physique and, presumably aware that hunting attire would facilitate movement, had specifically chosen a black one. However, his demeanor remained icy.

Si Ning put her arm around his shoulder and laughed, "Prime Minister, think of a way. All the grand ambitions have turned into yesterday's dreams."

Jiang He looked helpless. The three letters in his hand turned to ashes in the fire. They were supposed to be sent to the Minister of the Ocean, the Flame Eater, and the King of Bourbon, respectively, provided that Mordred had not surrendered. Without this titled knight to buy time by pulling the battle lines, no diplomatic means would have been effective.

According to Lilith, the further back one goes in the extraordinary era, the more significant the generational gap becomes. Bronze-level heroes can fight to the death with ordinary Silver-level heroes, but when they reach the Silver-level heroes, they can only think about how to escape when facing Gold-level heroes head-on. As for normal Silver-level heroes, they would have died in a corner long ago.

[Note: The royal family members in the Proof of the Strongest quest have been changed to the Djouk family.]

Jiang He said, "Two things. First, publicize the old story of King Djouk I and the moon elves. Second, spread some rumors that the royal treasury is always filled with the songs of elves."

Si Ning looked up at someone's profile and asked curiously, "What are you planning to do?"

Jiang He's eyes were calm. Djokovic's rise to power had changed the overall environment and seriously disrupted his original plans. Members of the Red Rose royal family came from all over the country, and with the current transportation technology, one or two weeks was far from enough.

"Since they've forced me into this, then let the Duke of Djouk become the greatest clown in history."

"How is your armor?"

Si Ning pouted, "We've spent all the money, and the product is only about half finished. But we have all the materials. We can talk about it another time."

Jiang He nodded. "Meet on the north bank of the Blue Thames."

Si Ning gave an OK sign.

……

The night ends.

The king's army is slowly making its way here.

The Duke of Djouk deliberately slowed down, and during this time, countless nobles sent secret letters swearing allegiance.

On the southern street of the capital, Jiang He rode his horse toward the city gate. The Evil Knights and A Da and others had already moved into the portable sanctuary, leaving him all alone.

The inner city, stripped of its former glory, reveals the ancient capital's dilapidated state. The flickering lights resemble the dim eyes of an old man, the building outlines are blurred, and the wind, carrying the smells of decay and dampness, blows the fallen leaves around in all directions. Without its king, the capital is unimaginably desolate.

Da da da!

The sound of horses' hooves echoed, and Jiang He suddenly focused her gaze.

A streak of red light appeared from a blind spot, an assassination attempt was about to begin.

A royal elder instantly unleashed his true form, the red light acting like a guiding thread, directing the giant red sword to shoot out violently.

The true form ability of the Red Rose family is Blood Thirst, which can drain the blood of enemies through wounds until they are depleted.

"You vile creature, prepare to die!"

The royal elder's eyes were filled with murderous intent. If this prime minister had not stepped down and had no chance to harm the royal family again, he would not have been the only one to come tonight. Of course, the assassination launched by a peak Grand Knight was already top-level and extremely rare in history.

Whoosh!

The crimson sword light arrived in an instant.

A flash of silver light appeared in Jiang He's hand, violent and cold.

As he went into full power, his figure vanished instantly.

Boom!

The first thrust shattered the true form of the red sword.

The second strike cleaved through the three Rose Sword Techniques.

Jiang He fired his third shot, his speed boosted by 80% by the Swift Strike technique. The spear suddenly extended several meters, its tip as fast as lightning, striking the enemy squarely in the chest.

In an instant, the royal elder's expression changed drastically. Before he could even unleash his sword, the light of the spear filled his vision.

The terrifying force of five thousand jin was unleashed, like a meteorite rushing towards them. The heavy weight was transformed into pure and violent impact energy, and the soul and real damage intertwined, shattering the enemy's great knight's armor and flesh in one fell swoop.

The royal elder and his sword perished together, their souls shattered. The aftershocks shattered a three-story house not far away, leaving a deep, tunnel-like ravine on the ground. Rolling white shockwaves surged endlessly, accompanied by thunder that echoed throughout half of the inner city.

The power of the S-grade Supreme Treasure was fully revealed.

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Exploring the year 1600, August 4th, night.

With the Duke of Djouk's ascension to the throne, his past was "naturally" unearthed. The news that the First Queen had an affair with him after leaving the capital quickly spread throughout the streets and alleys. The scandalous affairs of important figures have always attracted attention.

However, many people also recalled the legend of the Red Keep that has been circulating for who knows how long—the moon elves sing in the royal vault. Among these elves, the royal family is very rare, with only one born every hundred or eighty years. Combined with the scandal of King Djork, no fewer than three adventure groups immediately sneaked into the Red Keep.

In the royal treasury's most secret vault, the Iron Sword Adventurers discovered a massive coffin made of black gemstones, inside which lay a stunningly beautiful woman. Although she remained motionless, her unparalleled beauty left the adventurers speechless.

"What a nice view……"

The vice-captain's mind raced. He turned his head and saw that his adventurers were breathing heavily and their eyes were cloudy.

With such a beautiful woman lying unsuspecting before them, and Henry VI having been dead for who knows how long, the adventurers conceived some daring and reckless ideas.

The deputy commander approached the Iron Sword commander, who was also eager to act. He spoke in a low voice:

"Boss, don't be impulsive."

"As far as I know, any rumors circulating widely in the capital can be verified. This moon elf may indeed be related to the new king. If we secretly report this to the new king, we will definitely not have to worry about the reward."

The Iron Sword Captain pinched his thigh to wake himself up and asked in a low voice, "Why do we have to do it in secret? What if the new king denies it later?"

The deputy commander, who had always served as an advisor, advised, "The new king is Henry VI's uncle, and both of them have had affairs with moon elves. If word gets out, this powerful figure might kill us to deny it. Although such things are not uncommon among nobles, we must be careful to survive in such a precarious situation."

The Iron Sword Regiment Commander pondered for a long time, then nodded emphatically.

"You stay here and keep an eye on them. I'm leaving the city now. The new king should still be on his way, waiting for the nobles from all over the country to pledge their allegiance. I estimate there'll be enough time."

The deputy commander gave a few important instructions. He was of minor noble birth and knew a little about the rules. What the new king was really waiting for was not the loyalty of nobles, but the choice of the kingdom's fleet commander.

Since Henry VII's departure, the Archduke of the Rose has not made a formal statement, perhaps because he was too proud to admit it. After all, just a few days ago he issued a proclamation forbidding any Djork ships from entering the Blue Thames, and now Djork has been crowned king.

However, only titled knights of the same rank could be so arrogant in front of the new king. If it were any other noble, they would die without a burial place. Moreover, even titled powerhouses must make a choice before the new king arrives in the capital, as the kingdom's naval fleet involves the most important maritime hegemony at present.

The Iron Sword Captain, accompanied by several guards, headed straight for Nachshire outside the city. His strength as an ordinary Grand Knight ensured his safe passage.

Upon arriving at the new king's army camp, he met Earl Rock under the pretense of seeking refuge. When relaying the news, he deliberately concealed the location, only saying that the First Queen had been discovered.

The Earl of Rock, realizing the gravity of the situation, immediately took the Iron Sword Commander to see King de York.

Inside the central command tent, Regiment Commander Iron Sword knelt on one knee, performing a salute of loyalty.

"...The Red Keep's treasury was empty; the gold and jewels were likely taken by Margaret and Henry VII when they left the capital. Only a massive coffin remained in the treasury, impossible to move..."

After a while, a dignified voice came from the head of the military tent.

"I see, let's go."

The Iron Sword Captain was not bewildered; the deputy captain had already warned him that even if a reward were to be given, the new king would not bestow it upon him in person.

Count Rock led the Iron Sword Captain away, and just as he was about to step out of the military tent, a voice sounded behind him.

“I accept the favor of having the arrest warrant for Margaret rescinded,” King Djokovic said.

"clear."

……

late at night.

The royal capital was utterly silent.

A tall, imposing figure arrived at the Red Keep.

King Djouk walked slowly up the steps, approaching the treasury step by step, his imposing presence awe-inspiring. He was now the master of this red castle, and every inch of this land would be etched with the glory of the white rose.

Upon arriving at the Royal Treasury, King Dejouk was no stranger to this place. This wizard tower was just like it had been when he was a child. During the reign of the Mad King, he had slaughtered all the royal wizards, which ultimately led to his own incurable madness. In a way, he had only himself to blame.

In Wangkuli, hundreds of people from three adventure groups confronted each other, attempting to seize the woman in the coffin. When the vice-leader saw the newcomer, his face turned slightly pale, and he was filled with fear and trepidation.

King Djokovic had no interest in these ants. In an instant, a domain covering a hundred meters was unleashed, and a white rose appeared behind him. Sharp swords slashed and echoed wildly within the domain.

In the blink of an eye, all the adventurers vanished completely. The attack emanating from the core within the domain was guaranteed to hit, and everyone present essentially received a casual sword strike from a titled powerhouse.

"Still alive."

Duke Dejouk stood before the massive black coffin, lost in thought. Even though there was nothing unusual, he sensed a hint of danger emanating from the coffin. But his experiences over the past decades had confirmed an ironclad conclusion—only one other title could kill a titled person.

The woman lay quietly in the coffin; decades ago, her beauty had captivated the entire kingdom.

"...Lor is eighteen years old this year. After I ascend the throne, I will make him the legitimate heir. A life without adventure is incomplete, so I'm letting him grow up freely. But don't worry, he has ordinary high knights as his guards. Hehe, don't think I'm being perfunctory. The stronger a person is, the more they understand the significance of the White Rose Guard..."

King Djokovic murmured softly and reached out to touch the woman's face.

But in an instant, a terrifying premonition of death assaulted his mind, and King Djokovic's usually calm expression changed drastically as he activated his golden battle qi at an unprecedented speed.

"The field expands!"

Rumble!

The coffin and the woman evaporated simultaneously, releasing light and heat. The coffin, made of 100,000 black gemstones, exploded instantly, unleashing an unimaginable shockwave across the world.

The true damage from the stacked, high-quality black gems completely shattered the White Rose Domain. A shocking, despairing impact washed over King Djouk's body and soul, utterly annihilating him.

The massive Red Fortress vanished in an instant, a mushroom cloud rose into the sky, billowing smoke and flames swept outwards with devastating force, and a powerful shockwave exploded in a ring, leveling buildings like paper in its wake.

The ground was shattered, leaving huge cracks. The air was filled with the acrid smell of burning and death. The storm-like impact surged onto the inner city walls, and the defenses, built by more than a dozen generations of people, collapsed instantly.

A mighty, thick pillar of light shot into the sky, piercing the clouds and illuminating the night, making the entire capital region as bright as day.

In Nachshire, Modres suddenly turned around in the woods, staring incredulously at the towering pillar of light in the distance.

"How can it be!"

Outside the army camp, the Black Marquis leaned against a wooden stake, staring blankly upwards, his ominous premonition growing stronger.

"broken……"

Despite his numerous schemes, including orchestrating the conflict between the red and white roses, the rebellion of the second prince, and the coronation of King Djouk, he still felt a profound sense of powerlessness at this moment. This power, which transcended the mundane world, could only be used against King Djouk, who left his military tent late at night for the capital.

The Duke's eldest son, youngest son Brownie, Olivia, and others rushed out of the military tent, staring in shock and bewilderment at the bright daylight before them.

"The wrath of the gods..."