Origin Paradise!

From the distant clock tower, the Black Marquis lowered his gaze.

A high knight from the Holy Blood Church came over and reported in a low voice.

“Your Holiness, Margaret has secretly entered the city under the escort of the five dukes. As agreed, the new king ceded the southern plains to the Bourbon nobles. We interrogated Baron Lor, and the Sun Breathing Technique has fallen into Anor’s hands.”

Click!

The sound of the handrail by the wall being crushed echoed.

The Black Marquis frowned. Only a moon elf like him could understand the Sun Breathing Technique, and only the Sun Breathing Technique could maximize the potential of a sun elf. This was something he was determined to obtain.

"They're so greedy they've lost all sense of reason."

"Do you think you're invincible?"

"The Saint Lilith, his personal spear, and Wan Lei, who disappeared after the Second Emperor's death, are three S-class treasures and they are still not satisfied."

The Black Marquis was wary of someone's greed. Because of the other party's extraordinary combat power, he originally did not intend to be his enemy, but at this moment he had no other choice.

"Tell the Dukes of Stuart and Bourbon about the three S-class treasures. The wedding of Margaret and the new king shall begin now. Roland's head shall be displayed at the city gate. The church army that has come to the capital shall assemble. I will personally preside over the ascension ceremony."

The Black Marquis made up his mind: "Let the army and the dukes surround and kill Anor, and use his life as a congratulatory gift."

"clear."

……

Late at night on August 18th.

The situation, which was on the verge of erupting, suddenly reversed.

King de York III and Margaret were married at New Red Castle, attended by nine dukes from both sides and a great number of nobles. The Wyatt family was thus elevated to Electors, and the nobles who participated in the War for Restoration received the Southern Plains. All was well.

King de York III ordered the Storm Commander and the Northern Fleet to clear the way for the United Knights and the Assisting Legion to cross the river. The war was over, and Stuart needed to provide the necessary hospitality.

North bank of the Blue Heights.

The army crossed the river.

A gray warhorse stepped out of the river. Jiang He looked up into the distance and saw a golden head hanging on the city gate, its left cheek stained with whip marks and blood. It was none other than the great knight Roland.

"How could it end up like this?"

Jiang He clicked his tongue in amazement. Although Brownie had succeeded to the throne, he lacked power and could not change his inherent weakness. He could not understand this behavior of abandoning loyal knights, since loyalty was often more important than ability.

As night fell, the dim, flickering streetlights cast a faint glow, barely illuminating the uneven cobblestone road that led directly to the Red Fortress in the inner city.

The cool evening wind howled through the streets, raising clouds of dust and emitting ghostly wails. The surroundings looked deserted, with no pedestrians in sight. The once bustling outer city was now desolate and dilapidated.

The army entered the city in an orderly fashion, but a sparse encirclement was gradually formed.

Noble private soldiers and the Holy Blood Church army emerged from houses and alleys, forming ranks with spears across the main road, totaling 70,000 men.

From all directions, the nine dukes appeared, their eyes filled with both fear and greed. The Black Marquis, when he made a move, went all out.

Duke Golden Lion stared at the figure ahead, his expression unreadable.

He rode an eight-legged gray warhorse, holding a silver dragon-patterned spear. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he removed his mask, revealing an extremely handsome face with cold eyes and a blood moon imprinted between his brows, possessing an eerie beauty.

Count Rhine, or rather Prime Minister Anor, were both figures who stirred up the kingdom and caused the fall of several top-tier warriors. Now it seems that they were just one person.

As the evening breeze swept through, countless soldiers gripped their weapons tightly.

Jiang He glanced around dismissively and said with a faint smile, "There are less than ten people at the peak level. You look down on me?"

"Rhine, hand over Wanlei, that belongs to White Rose!"

“The Saint Lilith is a vital asset of the kingdom, and I can hand it over to His Majesty with you.”

"Use the silver spear as an apology."

"Kill my son William, and then surrender!"

The dukes all spoke up, especially the Duke of Wyatt, who was furious. He had previously tried to match his daughter with the other man, but now he thought it was just crazy.

"Fire!" Duke Golden Lion shouted the order.

The moment the order was given, the muzzles of the cannons hidden in the houses spewed out bursts of fire, and streaks of orange-red light shot through the air.

Boom!

The shells blasted countless craters on the spot, billowing smoke and dust, but the person had already disappeared without a trace.

The gray warhorse leaped forward, its speed in Godspeed mode incredibly fast. As the spear thrust out repeatedly, countless silver arcs of light bloomed. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of construct knights at the innermost edge of the encirclement were killed or wounded. The terrifying weight was converted into impact, blasting them all into scattered blood mist.

The knights were horrified. Despite the prior warning from their superiors, the unparalleled gleam of the guns still shattered their morale.

"Death!"

Duke of the Great River launched the first attack, with a giant, ever-flowing river form surrounding him, containing a tremendous force. Duke of the Great River and Duke of Lanmu were both masters of river forms, one specializing in offense and the other in defense, both renowned and formidable figures.

boom!

The knight's greatsword merged with the giant river, like a tsunami crashing in, powerful enough to destroy a warship head-on.

Jiang He unleashed a powerful sweeping spear thrust, the long, continuous light of the Forty-Eight Wolf Smoke Spears bursting forth. A hundred-meter-long sword seemed to appear before him, a dark red light flashing past, instantly slicing thousands of armored knights and soldiers to pieces at the waist, their heavy armored armor shattering in an instant.

Not far away, the Frost Duke summoned his true form, and countless ice mirrors swirled around the Giant River Duke. A dark red spear light struck, shattering all the ice into pieces.

The towering waves separated into two, and Duke of the Giant River's expression changed drastically. The spear light severed his great knight's armor, shattered the knight's greatsword, and penetrated his flesh and blood. In the instant, a perfect-level energy eruption occurred, withering, corroding, and burning away life. The true damage, combined with the Soul Dragon of the Warrior, directly severed his soul.

With a single shot, Duke of the Great River fell.

"Attack together!" Duke Golden Lion roared, for the enemy was so strong that they had to join forces.

"Seize the three treasures!" Duke Bourbon rallied the troops.

Roar!

The two blood relatives simultaneously manifested the true form of the golden lion. The two lions roared and charged out with fierce force, sweeping across the earth and tearing off layers of the ground.

At the same time, Duke Wyatt and Duke Grizzly merged with their true forms, and the ten-meter-tall three-headed wolf and the giant gray bear charged forward with an overwhelming momentum.

Jiang He threw the spear in his hand. Although it was not the spear of the Oath of Victory, it still had considerable killing power!

Long!

Guided by fate, the spear pierced the night sky and struck the Frost Duke, who was about to sneak up on his frozen enemy. The ridiculously high spear damage, combined with the energy properties, pinned him to the ground.

Jiang He stretched out both hands, and the moment he clenched his fists, his left fist erupted with dazzling lightning that illuminated the night sky, while his right hand burned with intense flames of five colors intertwined, activating two supreme-level controls.

"Left thunder, right fire."

With both fists out, lightning shot out in a straight line, shattering the roars of the two lions. The ground was torn apart along the way, and the flesh and blood of the dead knights and soldiers were charred to ashes. The lightning struck the Duke of Bourbon at a speed beyond sight, shattering his golden lion form and sending him flying thousands of meters, crashing straight into the inner city ruins.

At the same time, the five-colored fire fist struck the oncoming gray giant bear. This fire attack was enhanced with the perfect-level skill "Fatal Strike". When the damage was released, a golden sun the size of a fist rapidly expanded and grew larger in the surging flames. The Knight's True Form - Sun exploded.

The True Form of the Sun enters its second stage of use, combining the instability of the five-colored flames with a fatal strike to create a devastating Sun Fist attack.

A blinding beam of light rose dozens of meters high, its impact carrying flames that destroyed more than thirty houses in the surrounding area. Thousands of soldiers were caught in the blast and turned to ashes. The ten-meter-tall giant bear was engulfed in the raging flames, its body collapsing and shattering into countless fragments, which scattered like meteors throughout the outer city.

Duke Grizzly has fallen.

"Kill him! We can't let all our efforts go to waste!" Duke Golden Lion roared. "One-on-one, who among you can withstand his revenge? Kill him!"

The three giant wolves had already charged towards the enemy. The extreme tearing force of the wolves was unleashed from their mouths, like three giant sword beams that could cut through anything. The beams intertwined and merged, their power multiplied, reflecting the countless meteors of the grizzly bear fragments. This sword, representing the Wyatt family's revenge, cleaved down with force.

boom!

"Pay for William's life!" Duke Wyatt channeled all his pent-up hatred and anger into this strike.

The giant sword beam struck the ground, instantly carving out a deep crack stretching for hundreds of meters, accidentally killing thousands of soldiers.

"Damn it!"

Duke Wyatt watched helplessly as his mortal enemy vanished, leaving only a scattered, blood-red figure in the wake.

Möbius switched positions and launched the attack twice.

In an instant, Jiang He reappeared from his original position, his gray warhorse vanished, and a silver spear appeared in his hand. He activated his speed mode, transforming into a streak of light as he leaped up and smashed off one of the demonic wolf's heads.

Whoosh!

A speed burst that surpasses the peak of most Silver-ranked players.

The silver gun beam severed the wolf's limbs, torso, and long tail, shattered its chest, internal organs, and heart, and finally crushed its two heads, cruelly dismembering the ten-meter-long wolf.

Blood rained down, and flesh and bones littered the ground.

Fragments of the wolf fell, and Duke Wyatt died.

Countless knights and soldiers were terrified.

The mighty Grand Knight was killed without a complete corpse.

Duke Golden Lion, unable to conceal his fear and rage, roared, "His fighting spirit is almost gone, yet he has remained loyal to the kingdom! Anyone who bears even a single scar, no matter how small, shall be granted the title of duke. I swear this in the name of the king and the knight!"

A brief silence.

Tens of thousands of knights and their supporting soldiers roared in fury. What began as a small group of people was quickly turned into a riot in the relatively narrow battlefield.

An endless stream of people surged in from all sides, with the Bourbon army and the private armies of the royal nobles totaling more than 100,000.

The five remaining top fighters ceased their attack. Duke Bourbon dragged his wounded body back from the inner city. A white giant eagle circled high in the sky, and brown wolves lurked in the shadows. Duke Hundred Flowers vanished without a trace. The group tacitly waited for the cannon fodder to wear down the enemy's energy and stamina.

A deafening roar of battle erupted.

An ordinary high knight raised his longsword and brought it down, his expression extremely fierce. Behind him followed a densely packed group of construct knights.

Jiang He coldly watched these suicidal guys, raised her hand and a five-colored fireball shot out, clearing the area within a hundred meters in front of her. The great knight who was hit directly by the fireball disintegrated.

Amidst the thick smoke, the seven great knights launched an attack. Although their strength was not as great as that of peak warriors, they were still qualified to control their true forms. Various knight forms burst out of the smoke.

Zizizi!

A lightning spear appeared beside Jiang He.

The dual spell of Zhenshan was repeatedly activated, causing the energy value to drop by 5,000 points. Five hundred lightning spears circled around, their tips aimed at enemies in all directions and burst out instantly.

Straight lightning bolts intertwined into a complex, tangled spiderweb, turning a 500-meter radius area into a death zone littered with corpses.

Limbs and severed arms were scattered all over the ground, and blood stained the scorched earth, forming dark red streams. The pungent smell of blood permeated every inch of the air. Armor was broken, weapons were scattered, and occasionally, faint blue arcs of lightning could be seen rising.

Seven great knights were killed in action, more than three thousand armored knights died, and the number of assisting soldiers who died exceeded seven thousand. Looking around, there was not a single living person standing in the center of the battlefield.

The outer city of the capital was deathly quiet, with only the crackling sound of flames burning through rock and iron. But just a few seconds later, an overlapping lion's roar echoed across the battlefield. A false sense of courage made the knights and soldiers shout and charge again, almost losing their minds.

The Bourbon royal family possesses the bloodline of the golden lion and can command lion prides to hunt powerful prey.

Jiang He sneered, raised his hand and brandished his spear. Wherever the silver light touched, blood rained down. His energy was indeed far from enough to kill all 100,000 soldiers, but even the simplest martial arts technique could turn him into a highly efficient killing machine.

A sweeping attack, and twelve people exploded.

With a powerful cleave, the Great Knight's true form and body collapsed together.

The spear thrust straight through the chests and abdomens of the seven men, and with a slight tremor, seven fireworks formed from flesh and blood burst forth.

With a twist and a thrust, the fan-shaped area in front of Jiang He was instantly cleared. He turned around and stabbed, sending up clouds of blood mist. The armored armor of the construct knights surging from all around shattered, and they all died.

The mutilated pieces of the corpse piled up around, turning into mud after being trampled on, and gradually rose and solidified, forming a small hill resembling a high platform.

Aside from the roars of lions, shouts of killing, and wails of agony, the outer city of the capital was eerily silent. In every corner, countless nobles and citizens watched the battlefield with trepidation. The chaotic flashes of silver light released a bloody and cruel, eerie beauty. Tens of thousands of soldiers seemed to be willingly facing the spearheads, dying one after another.

Chapter 318 The Black Marquis

The outer city of the capital.

In a civilian house not far from the battlefield.

The Duke of Flowers was surrounded by petals, which made his figure and presence almost indistinct. Unlike offensive and defensive types, he was a rare type of assassin. However, because his strength was quite remarkable among those of the same level, he often held his own in head-on battles.

call!

The bloody wind blowing from the battlefield stirred up dust.

Duke Baihua suddenly turned his head, but there was nothing in his sight.

It wasn't that he didn't want to continue taking the detour to ambush that powerful enemy, but rather that he simply couldn't leave this house.

"What do you mean, sir?"

"If it's war, I'm happy to oblige."

As Duke Baihua took a step, a noble rapier immediately appeared in front of him, and he found himself in a chilling array of swords.

"Don't move, or I'll kill you."