Fang Zhou, why do people say I am a succubus?

She knew who was coming.

The judgment of fate finally fell on her.

Then a huge body of armor rose from the wreckage on the ground.

Heavy footsteps, dull jet sounds, dull cutting sounds... step by step, approaching the dazed people.

At the same time, crazy laughter continued to ring out in the underground palace.

"Chen Zhou, you idiot! Because of your recklessness, you attracted the last Steam Knight!" Frederick laughed, feeling extremely happy.

After being humiliated for so long, I finally got to see how that kid died.

Die, die, die here, die beside these stinking Sarkaz, hahahaha!

However, when I looked at Chen Zhou, I found that he was looking at the Steam Knight calmly, no, it should be said that he was appreciating a work of art.

It was as if he had known about the existence of the last Steam Knight for a long time.

"Victoria's 'Gundam'." Chen Zhou's body floated, looking at the Steam Knight at eye level.

As a time traveler, even though he retained a bit of the arrogance of an omniscient being, he could not help but be shocked by some of Terra's advanced technology.

The civilization on land is less shocking, but it also has various kinds of power armor. As for Agor, the fourth-level biological weapons have been developed.

But die here?

"I'm not going to die here."

"These are Victoria's strongest soldiers! Only King Aslan and the Council of Nobles can command them." Frederick said sarcastically.

Chen Zhou said: "He will obey my orders."

"You fart!"

"Believe it or not, as a Tara Red Dragon, I want the land of Victoria, I want the hearts of the people, I want the Breath of Kings, I want the Victorian Crown, I want the technology of the Steam Knights, I want the windowsills of every household in Victoria, and the bright moon of Tara will shine upon them!"

Frederick gradually calmed down and said coldly, "Boy, the fact that you can control the Breath of Kings can be said to be the influence of King Tara's bloodline. I admit that the artifact has spirit, but the steam armor is dead and will not be disturbed again. Your luck has run out!"

Aledae below was completely desperate. She was facing her childhood ideals and the hope of survival.

But four years later, she had sold her soul to the Duke, and her chivalry was extremely dirty.

She trembled unconsciously all over, and accidentally noticed that Chen Zhou was about to take action, and said in despair:

"Your Highness, you were born in Tara and raised in Longmen. You don't understand. The Steam Knight is the protagonist of my story, the protagonist of the stories of generations upon generations. How can we overcome our pride if we can't compete with him? How can we defeat the protagonist of this story? He is... here to settle accounts with me, the traitor."

Chen Zhou stared at the Steam Knight. "What a coincidence! In our Tara story, the Steam Knight is the devil's minions and the whetstone of the brave. I remember a story that predicted that the last Steam Knight would kneel before the young red dragon."

"Hahaha, there's a limit to talking to yourself." Frederick laughed.

- Om!

"Victoria!"

Then the Steam Knight shouted the name of his country loudly, and the chainsaw blade suddenly turned and chopped towards Aledae without mercy.

"Hey, big-butt girl! Why don't you get out of the way?" Mandela quickly reminded.

"Hide...hide from trial?"

Aledae gave a sad smile of relief.

"How can a pathetic, ugly, traitor who deceived everyone escape the judgment of fate? Little Filin. Don't you think this is a perfectly ironic story? A child who dreams of becoming a hero, but can't resist the devil's temptation and falls into depravity, only to find the hero's sword pointed at him in the end. Hahahaha... Awooo!"

Aledae's laughter died away abruptly.

To be more precise, she couldn't laugh at all.

But Chen Zhou couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he kissed Aleda's big buttocks hard with his black leather boots, and kicked her far away with a beautiful whip kick, avoiding the attack of the Steam Knight.

This kick kicked out the entire summer.

"Do I need you to save me like this?" Embarrassed Aledae covered her butt, feeling extremely ashamed and angry.

"Could I use my hands?" Chen Zhou looked at the round white breeches that were similar to those of Operator Black, and he felt eager to do something.

You know what, the kick feels pretty good.

Compared with black and white silk, tight pure white breeches also have a unique charm.

"Quack! Damn... I got so excited my mouth started to droop."

Alda wanted to say "get out", but in anger she said "tulu".

On the other side, the Steam Knight, who was ignored by everyone, became more and more agitated. After escaping the obstacle, he turned his attention back to Chen Zhou.

To be precise, it was placed on the Breath of Kings in Chen Zhou's hand.

Steam Knight was betrayed by the real Victoria, so he went to protect the symbolic Victoria.

The last steam knight will march towards all enemies who want to seize Victoria, even if the target is the King of Victoria!

"Hahaha, go to hell, you little red dragon!" Frederick gloated.

However, the scene they saw made these people speechless on the spot.

The red dragon disappeared from the spot, then crawled out from the shadow of the Steam Knight, grabbed the knight's steel head with one hand, and with a little force, pressed the Steam Knight to the ground.

The entire underground palace was in deathly silence.

This is not over yet. The Steam Knight was subdued with one hand, and a thumb piano floated out from the shadows.

Chen Zhou sat on the Steam Knight's back, stepped on his head, and leisurely played a tune...

Then they watched as the Steam Knight stopped being violent and became strangely calm.

"Charles Lynch." Chen Zhou said.

"Victor... Lynch? Charles Lynch?"

Steam Knight's eyes gradually cleared, "This is, my name?"

Chapter 64: The Sword and the Sword Master

Yes, I'm Charles Lynch.

We are the Knights of Steam, and we will defend Victoria to the death.

But why are our compatriots hiding behind the swords that are aimed at us?

All my comrades have fallen, and I am the only one left. I am the last... Steam Knight.

The man in front of me seemed to have said that he was Draco? Victoria's king?

Charles Lynch wanted to look up at his king, but the Iron Head was stepped on hard, and he could only see the broken blade of the Breath of Kings?

The loyal king was hanged, the nobles drew their swords against the knights, and the people placed all their desires on him. These were not his Victoria.

"Your Highness Drake, were you the one who destroyed the Breath of Kings?"

A hoarse sound came from the dull steel can.

"That's right." Chen Zhou said, "Why, are you angry?"

"This sword is Victoria! It's the Victoria in my heart! I won't allow anyone to desecrate it!"

Lynch was very excited, spewing out a lot of white steam, and it was obvious that he was full of "rebellion".

Chen Zhou snorted coldly, and instead of loosening his leather boots, he increased the force of the grinding. He then heard Lin Qi's steaming sound suddenly speed up, as if he was struggling in pain.

"Don't!"

At this moment, Aledae, who was covering her butt, reached out and hugged Draco's legs like the Armored Titan, with a very bad look on her face.

"Stop insulting Victoria's heroes."

"You think so too, the fertile Duke of Cumberland?" Chen Zhou turned his head to look at Aledae.

Easy to give birth?

Alda didn't understand for a moment, and with an embarrassed look on her face, she replied:

"You are the Sword Master of the Breath of Kings. You have already obtained the symbol of kingship. Aslan has been suppressed by you. There is no need to do such a thing."

Lynch looked at the woman who was pleading for him, and suddenly a picture broke into his chaotic memory - before he stood up, a little girl was crying for him.

But after catching the words 'Aslan was suppressed by you', Lynch quickly came to his senses.

The broken Breath of Kings, the suppressed Aslan, especially after discovering several shattered statues of the previous kings in the distance, Lynch's pupils widened little by little.

"You're going to destroy Victoria?!"

The eardrum-shaking roar echoed in the underground palace.

"Hahaha, it depends on what you think. The people are still the same. The only thing that's changed is..." He glanced at Aleda, who was hugging her legs. "The hereditary nobility will disappear, the rights of the common people will be protected, and the name of this country will be changed from Victoria to Tara or the Sky Kingdom."

Come to think of it, I don’t know if my actions in the underground palace will affect Aleda’s transformation into a different type.

I wonder if I will ever see Taimanin Aledai, codenamed 'Milling Mark', wearing a purple latex suit.

"Such a drastic change..."

At this time, King Aslan, who looked very knowledgeable and wore a scholar's hat, lowered his head in thought, and finally spoke slowly:

"Tara Red Dragon, perhaps you are just the sword, not the sword master who influences all this."

"You mean, the 'God' hiding behind Victoria?" Chen Zhou put away his smile.

It is said that Victoria has a god similar to a black snake who manipulates the will of the country. She uses the king as a black glove and the city-state as her own chessboard. She is the chess player who looks at all these changes coldly. If necessary, she can even destroy and rebuild the country of Victoria and replace it with a new flag.

Victoria is an extension of her hands!

As for why Chen Zhou did not reveal her identity, it was simply because Ya Ding did not say it and only mentioned it briefly.

"Boy, it seems like you know a lot." The Learned King said with a smile.

"Just a mere god." Chen Zhou responded with a disdainful look.

Black Snake had been defeated by him, and Ye La was also running towards his bed.

Just the God of Victoria, at worst he can start another war of killing gods!

"As for you saying that I am the sword."

Chen Zhou let go of the Steam Knight and kicked him and Aleda to the gate. He lit a cigarette and slowly walked towards the exit.

"This time it's finally right. I am only the sword of this country. In this dark and corrupt era, I am the sword master."

"The will passed down from generation to generation by King Gael, the foundation laid, the dream of the people of Tara, is the master of the sword."

"I am the sword Tara uses to strike Victoria. I am a sword forged from the blood-drinking hatred of the Tara people. I am a sword forged from within by gold and without by fire. Tempered in blood and fire, I am destined to be invincible!"

With the sound of footsteps, Tara Red Dragon was getting farther and farther away, but his words were deafening and echoed throughout the underground palace.

Rumor has it that Aslan resorted to every possible means to conquer the last of Tara. Dissension, assassination, coups, invasions, and the overthrow of generations of Tara governments. These crowned Red Dragons of Tara, regardless of their strength of character or their high moral standards, none of them willingly bowed to Aslan, for they knew his hypocrisy, and the people of Tara behind them had never compromised. People don't fear death, so how can they be frightened by it?

Finally, the Red Dragon, who was about to compromise because his country was in ruins, seemed to have foreseen his own death before he was assassinated by the radical ministers. He said to the ministers of the pro-war faction: "If this is your choice, then please raise the flag of Tara, kiss her, and then hold her high and move forward!"

"The thousand-year-old hatred of the Tara people?" The Learned King smiled bitterly.

"Hmph, don't make such nice statements. You're nothing but a hypocritical careerist." Frederick sneered.

——Bang!

Just as the group was about to disappear from the corridor, Mandela suddenly turned around and threw a huge rock like an arrow from a fully drawn bowstring.

The statue of Frederick was broken in half, and his majestic face exploded on the ground, causing a loud bang.

Before the movement stopped, Mandela condensed the gargoyle and punched left and right continuously. Each punch attracted the gargoyle to continuously hit the broken body, completely burying Frederick.

"Is anyone else scolding you?" Mandela clapped his hands, his face full of ease.

"No more." After making the complaint, Chen Zhou stretched out his hand and rubbed the cat's ears with a smile.

Behind him, Lynch, who was endowed with the power of the fruit, floated in the air, as if accepting his fate, and looked at Chen Zhou.

"Before my senior died, he told me that a king would eventually return, and by then, the Steam Knights would have washed away their shame."

He held the remains of his comrades, which he had plucked from the resting place of the kings, and asked, "Will you clear the shame of the Steam Knights?"

"I have come to cleanse the shame and free the common people of this land from their shackles."

"……Understood."

Outside the gate of the underground palace, Chen Zhou measured the Steam Knight's physique, and when he found that he could not go back the same way, he looked up.