Origin Paradise!

Patrick's expression changed drastically. He suddenly lost sight of the enemy. The knight's true form stood in front of him, but the huge red greatsword instantly shattered.

Swish!

A hand chop wrapped in lightning came straight at him. The elder wielding the sword twisted his body desperately, and an indescribable pain surged up.

An arm connected to most of the shoulder flew up, blood splattering everywhere. Jiang He arrived behind her opponent in a near-gliding motion, a broken necklace in her palm.

"It's in hand."

The Silver Fruit was transferred to the portable sanctuary. Jiang He took another step, his speed so fast that it was almost impossible to catch up with lightning, which greatly amplified the gap between the two sides.

"and many more……"

"burst!"

Patrick's horrified expression froze. Blinding blue lightning erupted from the severed arm. The technique of Little Withered Sword Finger concealed the lightning within the wound. When it detonated, the extreme paralysis robbed the prey of any chance to struggle.

Patrick channeled his silver fighting spirit to forcefully break free from the paralysis, but the mere half-second difference resulted in irreversible death.

boom!

Jiang He swept past the enemy with his arm, which was covered in lightning, and smashed Patrick's head to pieces.

Numerically speaking, all main attributes between 30 and 40 fall within the Silver Peak range. The difference between Peak attributes may be even greater than the difference between Peak and Normal attributes.

Two moves later, Patrick was defeated.

On the direction of the royal capital, the military governor, Red Rose, had an extremely grim expression. This terrifying speed, combined with the overflowing damage, was nothing short of a nightmare for ordinary people of the same level. Only the people knew how much of the three royal elders were genuine.

It's sizzling!

A sharp rumble of thunder rose.

Jiang He was covered in a thick layer of electric light.

The moment he took his first step, the ground suddenly sank, and an incredibly dazzling bolt of lightning shot into the knights' battlefield.

A dark blue straight line pierced through the battlefield, with blood splattering from both sides. Three hundred construct knights were cut in half at the waist. The extremely sharp and effective Thunder Hand Blade sliced ​​through their armor and destroyed their flesh, bringing about extremely bloody deaths.

boom!

The elder swordsman withstood Duke Hundred Flowers' Flower Rain Sword Technique, then suddenly turned his head and saw that his vision was filled with dazzling lightning.

The white rose greatsword moved to the side to block, and Jiang He changed his palm into a fist, unleashing the thunderous power of the Ming Jin Strike, this time releasing true thunder.

Click!

Like a warship crashing in, the surface of the White Rose Greatsword was covered in cracks. The Duke who held the sword flew straight out and crashed into the ground, killing dozens of construct knights.

Duke of Hundred Flowers removed his top hat and greeted the powerful man.

"Your Excellency, there is no match for you on this battlefield."

no answer.

The lightning disappeared again, and the two thousand construct knights of the Royal Knights were ravaged a second time after the knights clashed.

It's sizzling!

Jiang He rushed past.

Severed limbs lay scattered on the ground along a straight line, some hands still gripping the soil, broken, pale bones piercing through flesh and exposing blood, dark red scabs a horrifying sight.

On both sides of the straight line, a large number of knights, with only half their bodies remaining, leaned against the deep ravines in the ground, their lifeless eyes staring blankly at the sky, their intestines mixed with blood flowing out from the lacerations in their abdomens, dragging in the pools of blood and mud beside them.

"Run!"

"Don't look back!"

"Damn monster!"

After two waves of attacks, the vanguard of the Royal Knights collapsed, but before the collapse was complete, the third wave of attacks had already begun.

Panic and death spread together.

The Red Rose, who was supposed to be in command, was forced to get up and step onto the battlefield, ready to risk her life to intercept, when the Duke, dressed in Bourbon royal attire, blocked her way.

"I think it's best not to disturb His Excellency's enjoyment," the Duke of Bourbon said with a smile.

"How dare you command such a beast!" Red Rose was furious.

The Duke of Bourbon had a strange expression. What could he do? Did the other party really expect him to stop them? That was wishful thinking.

boom!

The white lion's true form emerged, clashing with the red giant sword, sending plumes of smoke and dust spreading and echoing.

From the Bourbon direction, Margaret stared in horror at the battlefield.

Lightning crackled and crisscrossed, like lightning ropes strangling four thousand armored knights. The enemy's main force in the center collapsed. Duke Baihua led his knights in a charge, already approaching the musketeer formation. Once the knights broke into the formation, the royal army's defeat would be inevitable.

Duke Wyatt said in a deep voice, "You had a tough time back in the capital."

The pressure my daughter must have been under dealing with a dangerous person like Anor is probably unimaginable.

Margaret was speechless. It wasn't that exaggerated. Without offending the Prime Minister, the other party was quite mild-mannered and reasonable, except for his cold tone and attitude.

Suddenly, the most brutal fighting to date erupted on the battlefield.

Duke of Hundred Flowers led his knights into the formation, and lightning cut in from the rear. The two forces intersected, and several battle formations of ten thousand men quickly collapsed. Seeing that the wind was blowing in the wrong direction, the lesser nobles immediately surrendered. Since the death of Patrick, there had been a significant gap between their peak combat strength and that of the enemy.

boom!

Jiang He single-handedly killed an ordinary Grand Knight, then shifted his gaze to the Sword Elder who was still encouraging the soldiers.

It's sizzling!

Lightning burst forth.

Sensing the threat, the elder swordsman summoned his white greatsword, its true form suddenly shrinking and condensing entirely onto the knight's sword. A dazzling sword light burst forth as he unleashed the White Rose Sword Technique without any intention of retreating. For the chaotic nobles, only those who were fearless of death were considered qualified.

Jiang He charged at full speed, crashing straight into the sword light.

The powerful sword strike of the Grand Knight pierced through his chest, shattering the two layers of Overlord Armor on his chest. The remaining sword energy frantically corroded the surrounding flesh, leaving him with a terrible injury.

However, the elder swordsman who had also abandoned defense was already dead after Jiang He broke through the sword light. His thunderous hand slash pierced the enemy's head, and his body crashed straight down. The violent and fierce power was unleashed, and after the lightning passed by, only half of the bloody mist remained on the spot.

He traded severe injury for death.

The second-ranked peak knight has fallen.

Because the Bourbon knights disrupted the formation, their own fire soldiers were able to advance at their ease. When the three volleys were launched from one side, the royal army was completely routed.

"Retreat across the river and return to the capital!" Red Rose shouted.

In the remaining battle formation, Lor killed the opposing knight, his eyes bloodshot. At this age, he was a rising star, even comparable to the genius Roland. However, on the current battlefield, the knight level still seemed extremely powerless.

"I will avenge Weiwei and her uncle!"

"Ah."

Suddenly, lightning appeared, and Jiang He slapped Lor unconscious. He had obtained a trace of Lor's blood last night, which dripped onto the cursed ring. This blood could not only reduce the defense of those of excellent rank and below by 30%, but also capture their location.

The capital army was routed.

The Red Roses, who were supposed to retreat, rushed over like madmen when they saw Lor captured, only to be surrounded by the four dukes.

The Duke of Bourbon laughed and said, "Surrender. That man doesn't seem easy to talk to."

Chapter 316 Succession

Explore the calendar on August 16th.

The Wangdu army clashed with the Bourbon army on the southern plains.

The capital army was routed.

The royal elders, Padric and the White Rose Sword Elder, perished, the Red Rose was bound, and the Legion suffered losses exceeding 30,000. The main force of the Royal Knights was annihilated, and the routed soldiers were gathered by the Bourbon United Knights, growing to a force of 10,000.

That evening.

The Bourbon Army arrived on the south bank of the Blue Thames.

The Dukes of Flowers, Bourbon, Wyatt, Great River, and Frost issued a joint statement hoping that the Duke of Storms, stationed on the Blue Thames, would lead the former Northland Fleet to surrender. This request was rejected, and the two sides entered a state of stalemate.

That night, the last white rose, Brownie, instigated the four upper-class nobles to launch a rebellion, and stated that Queen Eleanor should bear the main responsibility for the defeat, because she trusted treacherous officials and caused the loss of the kingdom's main force. She should relinquish power and let the white rose lead the defense of the capital.

……

Late at night, in the capital.

With the support of the four dukes, Brownie arrived at the New Red Keep, with Roland as his loyal guard by his side.

One by one, noble private soldiers cleared the way with weapons. Queen Eleanor had little authority to begin with, and her servants and guards surrendered one after another.

The main building of the cold hall is quite complete, but because it was not long after its completion, its various embellishments are undoubtedly vastly different from those of the Red Castle at its peak.

A pure and lovely young girl sat on the throne, her face full of fatigue, yet she stubbornly maintained her composure.

"Come down. The throne is not for just anyone." Brownie looked up, his gaze calm. From the youngest son of a powerful titled ruler, the heir to the duke, to a destitute wanderer on the roadside, and finally back to the top, and even further to hold the power of the king, he seemed to have undergone a transformation.

Beside the throne, the Black Marquis nodded inwardly. A casually given ancient book had created a king, the fundamental reason being that the other party possessed the foundation for success. It was said that the Duke of Djouk had personally instructed him, teaching him to learn things in one go. Now it seemed that this Djouk III had stepped into practice and completed a phoenix-like rebirth.

“I am Eleanor I, and neither the Consulate nor the Privy Council has the power to depose me. According to the rules, you must…”

“Pull her down.”

Duke Golden Lion stepped forward and pulled down the queen, whom he had previously personally supported. This guy seemed to be unable to see the situation clearly. The main knightly order was destroyed, and of the three main supporters—two royal elders and Red Rose—one was dead, one was captured, and one escaped. The rule only applies when the power is equal.

Eleanor slumped onto the cold, hard bricks, her face filled with sorrow. Having lost her throne, how could she rescue her family and loved ones? The uncertain future filled her with despair.

"Congratulations on Your Majesty's ascension to the throne."

The nobles offered their congratulations, for the new king's accession to the throne marked the formal beginning of the electoral system.

Brownie sat on the throne and said, "My first royal decree is that I request the four gentlemen to take action and kill the Black Marquis."

The scene suddenly became quiet.

The four dukes bowed their heads in silence.

Obeying the electoral system does not mean abandoning the strategy of dividing up the chaotic lands. The Marquis of Black is the guarantee for the smooth progress of this matter and should continue to serve as prime minister.

"His Majesty is drunk," Duke Golden Lion said coldly.

Brownie chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I'm sorry, Prime Minister, I just wanted to know if the Dukes would be willing to kill loyal subjects for their own gain. It seems that everyone here is a righteous man who is unmoved by fame or fortune."

The Marquis of Black nodded with a smile, "Your Majesty is wise."

Click!

Roland drew his sword, his expression as solemn as iron.

As a subject, he could not accept that his monarch had been insulted, especially since it involved the Duke of Djouk's child.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to duel with the Black Marquis. He is very strong, but I want everyone to know that the dignity of a king cannot be violated."

The four dukes exchanged bewildered glances. This kind of blind loyalty made them all somewhat uncomfortable. Since the Age of Madness, similar knights of virtue had either been executed or exiled.

"Roland, lock Eleanor in the dungeon first."

"His Majesty!"

"This is an order."

"……clear."

Roland silently carried Eleanor away. From the moment the young lord ascended the throne, he felt that she had become distant from him.

After the two left, Brownie said, "I intend to end the war. Stuart is too exhausted by the Revolt of the Seven Kings."

"Your Majesty is absolutely right."

"A man of exceptional talent and far-sighted vision."

The dukes agreed with each other's ideas. The two huge interests of the Electors and the chaotic lands were waiting to be divided. There was no need to start a war at this time. The problem was how to get the Bourbon troops to withdraw.

The Black Marquis remained silent.

Brownie said, “I am willing to marry Margaret, appoint the Duke of Wyatt as Chancellor of the Exchequer, and elevate the Wyatt family to the Electorate. My children and her offspring will be the heirs, and I swear by the name of chivalry and virtue, provided that she kills Henry VII.”

Everyone digested the news on their own.

With Henry VII dead, the banner of the restoration war naturally disappeared, and Modres could act with impunity against the Bourbon army without paying the heavy price of losing his virtue.

For Margaret, even if she were to enter the capital and become regent, the best she could hope for would be a glorious reign for one or two generations. It would be far less desirable than actually queuing up to sit on the throne. Once someone becomes royalty, their family's status will be elevated. For example, the Rebellion of the Seven Kings was ultimately a matter for the Rose family, and no one else was qualified to participate.