Chapter 25

A sharp north wind whistled into St. Louis' Cathedral.

There was such a strong smell of blood in the wind. Combined with the scream just now and the arc knife in the king's hand, the new royalists realized what was the end of the private soldiers who belonged to Grand Duke Grice outside.

The king is not dead!

He came back at this critical time!

When the nobles of the new royalist party woke up, they scolded the Duke of Buckingham in their heart.

No wonder the old man was willing to give in, but he refused to hand over the Rose Palace. Just now, he strongly demanded that grand duke grace come according to the rules. The Duke of Buckingham was stalling for the king.

Damn it! The Duke of Buckingham must have already got in touch with the king. He is waiting to join hands with the king to perform today's good play! Lord! This cunning old bone who should go to hell!

Da, Da, Da.

The horses trod the red carpet into the nave of St. Louis.

The whole plan of St. Louis cathedral is like a flat cross. At this time, the red carpet is spread along the long axis of the nave, and the inner hall where people live has a long corridor composed of two arcades. The white marble column extends straight up, and the relief at both ends of the column depicts the story of the song of the sage.

The king passed the stone pillars.

When building this church, the design of reinforced beam and Dougong top was adopted. The top of each adjacent four columns formed mutually perpendicular Dougong. The arc-shaped long beams gracefully extended obliquely and diagonally, which looked like the ribs of some sacred creature from a distance. The sunlight will fall from the sky through the colored painting of the willow leaf window at the top, and the colors will be colorful, just like the divine light of the Holy Spirit spreading all over the world.

The glory now fell on the king.

As the horse moves forward, people see the gorgeous light and shadow on his horse, his cloak and his silver hair.

The nobility of the new royalist party in front of the long and narrow audience in the nave were in a dilemma for a while. They were not prepared to fight before they came to the coronation ceremony, but they had two concepts: wielding a knife with the king and wielding a knife with the Duke of Buckingham!

What's more, the thick smell of blood in the air has shown that their determination has nothing to do with it. The king has already waved the butcher's knife to punish the traitors.

Of course, the reason why the new royals did not dare to act rashly was the soldiers who followed the king at the church gate.

The new royalists had a great doubt in their hearts: Why did the angel soldiers, who had always had a bad relationship with the royal family, follow the king to fight?

Now, those bloody savages have come down from their horses, and each of them has put their arrows on the bowstring. Such a close distance, such a narrow space, as long as someone dare to act rashly, will be shot into a hedgehog.

All they could do was watch the king approach.

As the horse passed in front of him, the nobles at the front could clearly see the blood dripping from the king's cloak.

The devil is right.

If he is king, he must be clothed with blood.

"I'm very happy."

The king sat on his horse, with a rein in one hand and a bloody arc knife in the other. Under the king's brow bone, ice blue eyes narrowed slightly, looking directly at Grand Duke glas, who was dressed in purple robe and looked shocked.

At this moment, by contrast, people are shocked to find that in front of the king, Lord Grice in his royal robe is just like a funny clown.

The young king is more frightening.

The king had something that the older nobles knew very well.

The shadow of war fell on his son after more than ten years. For a moment, the figure of William III overlaps with the young king who brings blood into the church in holy light. The crazy blood of the ancient rose family gave out its terrible roar at this moment.

"You have prepared such a grand welcome ceremony for me."

The king's eyes were still fixed on Archduke Grice, but he also slightly turned his head and raised his lip line. He gave the new royals a cold smile that frightened them.

"Perhaps I should repay you for your loyalty?"

Return loyalty? What is a return method?

Let the archers at the church gate shoot at their heads?

There are weak willed people in the new king party who can no longer bear it. They are soft and slippery and almost faint.

More people turned pale and pinned their last hope on the Grand Duke of Glasgow.

The nave was long and narrow, but it was only long and narrow. The horses soon reached the high platform.

"Monsieur bishop! Monsieur bishop

Archduke grace looked at the cardinal as the Pope's special envoy in horror. He couldn't understand what happened, why his reinforcements didn't come, and why the king surrounded St. Louis cathedral with a terrible army of anguls. But one thing is very clear.

According to the tradition of the rose family, the Challenger who peeps at the throne will be executed by the king himself!It's a bloody, ancient, rose family routine.

The rose family, which has ruled the Legrand empire for so many years, has many legendary practices, among which the view on the throne is so. It can be called the craziest royal family in all countries.

The enemy who provoked the dignity of the king himself can only be executed by the king himself! In the bloody death, the king announced to all through this act -

that he would defend his throne to the death.

John of summerd, the grandfather of grand duke Grice, once competed with the Mad King Henry for the throne, but he finally failed and was beheaded by the mad king. Prince Bedell, the son of John of summerd, the father of grand duke Grice, was forced to retreat in the south of the Empire until he married Queen Isabel, the widowed mother of William III, and was able to return to the central stage of power.

The fate of the royal family is like an old cycle.

What happened to grand father grace at the beginning will come to grand father grace today.

"There is nothing in the name of a rose, nothing in the blood of a rose."

The Duke of Buckingham was very close to the high platform, and he clearly saw the scene of the Archduke asking for the help of the cardinal. He has always looked down upon his half brother, and today this kind of contempt is especially serious with pride.

He is proud of his nephew.

The cardinal also looked at the returning king, and he had many ideas in his mind.

It's no use, grand duke Glasgow. Didn't he swear that Polland I was dead?! Asshole!

According to the cardinal's own wishes, he would like Archduke glas to survive, so that the rebellion of Legrand can continue. But he can't show this idea too strongly, otherwise it will damage the majesty of the Holy See, and intervening in the succession of Legrand's throne is enough to arouse the strong vigilance of the royal families of all countries!

The friar in black behind coughed slightly.

The cardinal understood that he was reminding himself not to let the Pope fall.

"The Lord is merciful, and God bless the son of the sage."

As the special envoy of the Pope, the cardinal tried to make himself smile with joy, and slowly stepped back to make room.

This sentence directly cut off the last wisp of hope of Archduke Grice. He could not believe looking at the special envoy of the Pope who stepped back and drew a clear line with him.

"Who would like to give Mr. Glasgow a sword?"

The king had already stepped on the steps of the high platform. He asked the people with a smile.

His boots are stepping up the red carpet step by step, and the sound of his feet is like the drum of death. His scarlet cloak fell to the ground, and people had the illusion that the red carpet, like the cloak, was stained with blood.

No one in the new royals dares to answer.

They bowed their heads one after another to avoid the eyes of Archduke Grice, and the tension and terror filled the sacred church.

"No one?" The king said with regret, "my poor uncle grace, your men look like cowards with no courage So... "

He raised his voice abruptly.

"My dear uncle, will you condescend to lend your sword to this poor dreamer?"

The same uncle, the king's tone clearly showed his likes and dislikes.

"If this is your order, your majesty."

The Duke of Buckingham said softly that he understood what his nephew meant. Today is the time for the king to kill the rebels and calm down the civil strife. He wants everyone to see clearly that his enemies are vulnerable in front of him. The Duke of Buckingham threw his sword on the high platform.

"Go on."

Lord Grice was startled and took a sharp step back.

Obviously, the Duke of Buckingham would not lend his sword to Lord Grice properly. When the sword was thrown over, it was like a sharp flash of lightning.

The sword was nailed to the sacred platform and disappeared to the handle.

"Pull it up, sir."

The king was too lazy to call his nominal uncle. He stepped on the last step, and the cold wind made his cape hunt.

Grand Duke Grice felt as if he was a boy again. He was thrown from the boat by the Duke of Buckingham and watched him draw his sword in mid air. They are really nephews! Like to teach people hate to the marrow!

Lord Grice understood that this was the last chance.

Die or be king!

He calmed down, sneered, leaned over and held the handle of the sword. With an effort, the sword was pulled out by him.

According to the principle, there should be a magistrate in charge of the duel. However, without waiting for the king to order someone to be the referee, grand duke glas roared and swept towards the king with his sword. As far as martial arts is concerned, he is not so bad. At this time, he suddenly launched a sneak attack with some fierce momentum.

Under the high platform, the nobles who witnessed this scene, even the new king party, could not help hissing.

It is no doubt that the act of Lord Grice's preemptive attack is against the spirit of duel, which is quite different from his usual chivalrous demeanor. However, Lord Glasgow is such a guy in his heart - how much courage and grace can you expect from a man who won the throne by assassination and by taking refuge in the Holy See?Dang -

under the nervous gaze of the royalists, the sword of Archduke Grice collided with the arc knife of the king.

Mars splashed from the place where the sword collided, indicating that both sides of the strike were running for their lives.

The sound of the sword friction brought a current across the top of each noble's head, and their breathing became rapid. Duel, bloody This is what flows in the heart of the knight.

You know, knights are born for war!

At this moment, even those who originally resented the king were aroused to be savage in their bones by the endless duel. They roared and cheered for the duel with the most noble status of the participants they had ever seen.

"Kill! Kill! Kill him

People roared wildly, unable to tell who they were cheering for.

The sound is like a raging wave.

"One thing..."

The arc knife and the long sword were locked together, and the king was close enough to hear the breath of the other. The king spoke in a voice that could only be heard by both sides.

“…… In fact, I'm not going to let anyone be the referee

He finished with a soft, cold smile.

Lord Grice, who wanted to attack suddenly to gain the upper hand, just felt like a poisonous snake had slipped over his back.

What does he mean? What's not going to be judged?

However, Lord Grice has no time to think about this sentence.

Sword's deadlock only in a moment, that chilly laughter still in the ear, the two sides have been separated.

The arc knife of the young king was beating like the moon. He was a man who could still wield his sword bravely in the face of the heavy cavalry of the gurendy. At this time, the high platform seemed to become his stage. In this grand performance, the protagonist is doomed to be alone. He is not here to fight, he is here to crush his enemies!

The head of the heavy cavalry of gurendy once learned the sickle like sword of the king's death. He only felt that the sword was full of poisonous spider silk.

The last one who learned the king's sword was buried in the mud, and this time it will be no exception.

The nobles thought they would see a close duel, but now it has turned into a one-sided massacre.

Lord Grice struggled to support himself in the light of the king's endless sword.

The man in armor was Lord Grice, but he didn't dare to fight back. Because the king is simply a madman, a madman like King does not wear heavy armor, and his whole body is full of flaws, so the king does not take his own key seriously at all. The king just kept brandishing his knife. As long as one of the knives was not blocked, the throat of Lord GLAST would be cut neatly by him.

Lord Grice clearly felt the cold on the knife.

The cold made him shiver.

How can a man rival a lunatic like an outlaw?!

Archduke Grice stepped back.

The king's Scarlet cloak was flying, and he was the only one on the stage. He whirled with his knife, and Lord Grice was not worthy to be called his opponent. Dagong is just a puppet under his sword. He helplessly follows the king to perform at the cost of his life.

The voice gradually subsided.

The nobles faintly felt something that made them shudder. They understood the meaning of the king's duel.

This is deterrence! He not only wanted to kill Archduke glas, but also arrogantly put the sword in front of them and said, look at whether his blade is sharp. Is there anyone who wants to be the next one?

In the silence, suddenly someone began to clap.

It's the Duke of Buckingham.

He looked at his nephew and felt that the burden that had been on his shoulders for many years had finally been relieved. So he applauded the king with joy and pride.

The royalist nobles wearing iron roses were awakened by the applause of the Duke of Buckingham. Although they followed the Duke of Buckingham to guard the throne out of loyalty, they were still happy with their gamble!

The king is back!

They won!

They cried, and the waves swept over the holy Cathedral of St. Louis once again.

"Kill! Kill! Kill

In the cry of the royalist nobles, Lord Grice was finally dragged down by his heavy armor. He had been supporting for a long time. At this time, his hand was numb and his sword was slow for a moment.

The king must be the sharpest hunter in the world.

He seized the fleeting opportunity.

The arc knife passed a thin and beautiful cold light in mid air.

The battle is over.

A cloud of blood splashed high into the air, and all the sounds stopped suddenly.

Duke Buckingham's sword fell to the ground with a thump. Archduke Grice fell to his knees. He reached out in vain to cover his throat. But life quickly passed from him, and the cold came to him. He opened his eyes and fell on the red carpet, one step away from the gorgeous Scepter chair.Blood from his throat stained the base of the throne.

The cardinal sighed from the bottom of his heart at the sight of the fall of Archduke grace.

But before he finished sighing, the arc knife suddenly turned towards him.

Leng Buding saw the light of the knife passing in front of him. The cold air on the knife was close at hand. Cardinal Hart took a big step back and almost ran into the black friar who followed him.

It was the Archbishop of St. Louis who was more afraid than him, because the knife was actually aimed at him.

The Archbishop exclaimed, and his brain went blank.

The sound of metal collision.

The Archbishop of St. Louis felt a light hand, and the new crown, which had been placed on the velvet tray, was picked up in the air by the king with a knife.

The brand-new gorgeous crown swirled in the air. The king shook his arm, and the arc knife cut it out.

The cold moon swept out of the sky, and the falling golden crown was cut in two by the king.

The new crown, split in two, fell to the ground, banging, rolling from the high ceremonial altar, and falling to the cold, hard marble floor below. In the clear sound of metal, the two halves of the crown bounced up high and finally fell down again.

The eyes of the nobles moved with the two crowns.

In the end, they lay motionless on the ground.

Dead silence.

The king stood upright on the high platform, behind which was the throne of supreme power. He slowly pushed the knife into the scabbard and looked down at everyone.

The new royals felt as if they had been cut in half. Their faces were pale and their arms were shaking slightly.

"Why?"

In the silence, the king's voice was so clear.

"Have you forgotten the cheers you should have?"