Chapter 1

The carriage dashed through the shadow of the black forest, and the dead trees stood like demons in the night wind.

The horses were sweating and foaming, but the whip in the air did not allow them to stop to rest.

"My dear majesty, it is impossible to get to mern tomorrow morning."

Drivers are more tired than horses. The coachman, a knight in armor, was sweating and panting. As he grabbed the carriage and drove into the flat area, he pleaded with the people in the carriage behind him.

"Horses need rest."

"Great."

Replied the king in the carriage.

"Then you can't sleep."

The knight's face grew pale. He didn't dare to speak any more, and he continued to beat the horses despite the fatigue of driving all day and night.

Because, sitting in the carriage is the monarch of the Empire of Legrand.

Purland I.

At this moment, the night shrouded the four fields, and the mountains were like demons. Unexpectedly, the noble king did not take a large group of people with him. Instead, he took a carriage covered with black flannel and rushed to a place called "Moen" in the wilderness.

After terrorizing the inner court manager who was forced to be a coachman, the king leaned against the wall of the car and lifted the curtain.

The moonlight from the crevice of the woods flashed across his face.

The king's red cloak made his face very cold and white. He is very young, with a sense of juvenile facial features a little too delicate, but the surly in his brow makes him look particularly aggressive. In the moonlight, his pale blue eyes showed a sharp sense that could not be ignored.

The king looked at the passing trees outside the car and judged how far it was to meren.

He knew, of course, that both the horse and the coachman were very tired.

But he has to get to merne before the sun rises today.

Otherwise his uncle, the Duke of Buckingham, would be dead.

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Two days ago.

Zhu Chi is just a young man who is seriously ill. He lay in his pale eyes, watching his muscles atrophy, and calculating in his heart when he would die.

No one wants to die, including Zhu Chi.

Modern science and technology can't save him. The gods and Buddhas ignore him. Zhu Chi did a ridiculous thing. He opened the old scroll he had accidentally got before, which is said to be able to summon the devil.

Blood drops penetrated into the complex vine patterns, and the black fog filled the house.

In response to his last hope in despair, the devil came.

The devil is a soul merchant famous for his insidiousness.

Zhu Chi sold his soul in exchange for a chance to be reborn in a different world.

He asked for a young, healthy body. The devil agreed, and when signing the contract, gave him a certain degree of preferential treatment, and finally gave him a gift.

The devil's strange generosity alert Zhu Chi.

But there was no way. He was desperate.

Contract completion.

In the intensive care unit, the pale and sick young man closed his eyes, and the lines on the heart rate display screen were gradually balanced. In a strange world, in the gorgeous palace of the Empire, a pair of pale blue eyes opened.

After receiving the original fate line from memory and contract, I wish Chi understood why the devil was so generous.

He was reborn to be the king of the rogrand empire in a different world -

purland I.

[within a month of purland's birth, his father, King William, died of serious illness.

Thanks to his uncle, the Duke of Buckingham, the loyal guardian, purland was able to grow up smoothly and was crowned king. Contrary to the expectations of the people, their young king was a real tyrant with a surly, cold and arbitrary nature.

At the end of his reign, he personally ordered the killing of his loyal uncle, the Duke of Buckingham. It was the cruelest and stupidest thing purland had ever done in his short life.

Because it directly led to the subsequent coup, the tyrant paid the price of his life.

It was only four months before the fall of the tyrant.

Sell your soul for four months of healthy life?

Zhu Chi understood that he was trapped by the devil.

Deep in the night, the dew is heavy, and the cold wind blows across the face like a knife.

Zhu Chi didn't put down the curtain. He needed the cold wind to keep his anger down, so as to keep rational thinking.

After watching purland's fate line, Zhu Chi realized where the important node of the tyrant's fate was -

western continent, September 17, 1432.

That is tomorrow.

Tomorrow morning, at daybreak, his most loyal uncle, the old Duke of Buckingham, will be hanged.

The time of Zhu Chi's rebirth is two days later. The former tyrant has given the order to kill the Duke of Buckingham. However, after careful reflection, Zhu Chi confirmed that the king gave the order and soon regretted it. He sent a horse to recover the order.Zhu Chi's face is a little cold and sharp as he gently taps his fingers on the railings.

The messengers of the pre imperial meeting left the palace for less than half a day, and the horse sent by the king was able to stop people. But the Duke of Buckingham was executed.

Apparently, the king's recovery of the order was stopped.

Some people want the king to lose his most important ministers and relatives.

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With a sudden tug of the reins, the head of the inner court Sheng Sheng stopped the galloping carriage. He put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and his face was very ugly.

The horse stopped suddenly and raised its front hooves to hiss from its nose.

"Your Majesty, there is a situation."

The steward of inner court lowered his voice, and his tone was a little nervous.

When the carriage stops in an emergency, Zhu Chi holds down the rail and leans forward to avoid hitting the wall. He looked calm, not at all surprised.

He came out of the palace in secret.

Two days ago, Zhu Chi lost his temper with his ministers and shut himself up in his bedroom. It's not the first time Pollan has done such a thing.

None of the ministers could do anything with the irascible young king.

With this cover up, Zhu Chi left the palace with his inner court chief. In the original line of fate, this weak Inner Court chief was killed for his king. He was the most suitable and trusted person that Zhu Chi thought of at that time. The king of

's fast horse will be stopped. The enemy must have laid a fine line on the palace.

I wish Chi knew that by the next afternoon at most, people would find that the king was no longer in the castle.

He didn't think how long he could hide it. It was a surprise that the intercepting pursuers didn't catch up until now.

They are now in the wilderness.

Behind them was a small black forest that had just passed by. At this time, some shadows were passing through the forest and approaching them. In front of them is the entrance of the canyon passage. There is a torch of spirit star. In a corner of the moon, you can see a little wooden fence as a roadblock.

They were caught in the middle.

"Your Majesty, please stay in the car and don't..."

The inner court chief took the reins in one hand and drew out his sword in the other.

"Forward."

Zhu Chi interrupted him.

The steward of the inner court was a little stunned. He heard something familiar from the voice of the young king for a long time - it was the same strong and inviolable spirit as the former King William.

Vaguely, the inner court manager seemed to hear the sound of Ji Kuo.

"Go

Good luck.

The steward of the inner court loosened the reins and thrust his sword on the horse.

Head horse eat pain, hiss, in a flash ran out, with other horses are released hoof. The carriage almost flew over the ground, making a disturbing noise. The carriage seemed to fall apart at any time.

The cavalry behind rushed out of the black forest. The other side is light and fast, like a thick shadow.

Zhu Chi pulled off the black flannel used to block the back part of the carriage.

By the pale moonlight, I wish Chi could see the cavalry clearly.

A total of 17 cavalry, all riding black horses, wearing unmarked heavy silver chain armour [1]. The iron helmets cover their faces tightly, only showing a gap, which is not only defense, but also cover up their identity.

It's not like a mercenary.

I wish chi to judge calmly.

The sound of horse's hooves was rapid, and the black cavalry whirlwind came. In an instant, he approached the carriage, and the white breath of the opposing horse could be seen clearly. Enough distance, I wish you no hesitation.

He lifted what was in his hand.

It is a crossbow forbidden by the church.

Although pullan is a tyrant, he has received military training since he was a child, which makes him have excellent physical fitness. Thanks to this, I wish Chi could hold the crossbow steadily in the fast and bumpy carriage.

Zhu Chi set up a crossbow and aimed at the cavalry through the "Wangshan" on the crossbow.

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[1] chain armour: the metal armour of medieval knights

[2] lookout: sight