Chapter 89: Strong men gather together, and one word scares them all
Three days flew by.
In the past few days, the city of Sand Dune has been turbulent, with nobles and powerful men from all walks of life arriving in droves, and everyone had a premonition that a storm was coming.
"I didn't expect you to come too."
"I originally planned to refuse, but something like this happened and I wanted to come over and have a look."
Swish——!
A white rainbow-like shining sword light flew high in the sky, cut through the rolling sea of clouds, tilted down, and landed on Pegasus Square.
The scorching sword blossoms dispersed, and the Scourge Sword Master appeared wearing blue gold armor and carrying a golden holy sword on his back.
Boom!
Almost at the same time, a gray meteor fell into the city, and when it was about to hit the square, it braked suddenly, causing the gray force tide to oscillate and spread.
A tall middle-aged man stepped out of the Force tide. He had an unshaven beard and a slightly rough appearance. His punk-style gray mechanical armor had many Force arrays and lines on it, and a row of silver-gray metal pipes and exhaust holes on the back.
Braving the heat.
The third speaker of the Steam Alliance, Daniel.
Both of these two were relatively active kings in this era and participated in the Beihai incident.
The slender body of the Calamity Sword Master was covered in blue-gold holy armor, like a god of war. He raised his head slightly, revealing his heroic face under the helmet, and said:
"We arrived relatively late. Captain Richard, Elder Jiuxing and others arrived the day before yesterday."
"There's no rush. The trial won't start until tomorrow morning. We're just joining in the fun."
Speaker Daniel shook his head and tapped the buttons on the right arm of the heavy mechanical armor.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
The array of punk-style Force armor on his body lit up with orange-red luster, deformed sonorously, and gathered into a gray iron box, which he held in his hand.
The Calamity Sword Master's eyes lit up and he praised: "Your skills are getting better and better."
"It's okay. Compared to the 'Golden Machine God' Force Armor built by the First Speaker, the performance of my 'Black Steel King' is just okay."
Speaker Daniel chuckled.
"Black Steel King", "Silver Fire King", and "Golden Machine God" are the signatures of the three major leaders of the Steam Alliance. The Force Armor is the characteristic weapon of the Steam Alliance. Its effect is different from the traditional sacred armor, and it is between battles.
Between the puppet and the magic pattern construct.
The two kings chatted and walked towards the city hall.
"Juggernaut, what do you think of this incident?" Speaker Daniel asked casually, carrying a black metal box.
"Infighting."
The words of the Calamity Sword Saint are concise and concise.
He is the protector swordsman of the Seran Kingdom, and he is married to the sister of the current queen. Although he does not interfere in internal affairs, he has a keen sense of politics.
Not to mention whether Michel was purging the church's clergy for the purpose of justice, it is a bit wrong that this matter has caused such an uproar.
Even if the Kingdom of Pharaoh and the church don't deal with it, if the Pope is willing to come forward and promise enough benefits, shouldn't this matter be suppressed?
But what is the church doing now?
The trial was held in public, for fear that the commotion would not be loud enough.
In this matter, at least the Pope did nothing and allowed the people below to fight among themselves.
"It makes sense, I think so too."
Speaker Daniel nodded slightly and approved the judgment of the Calamity Sword Master. He was about to express his own opinion, but suddenly stopped and looked at the corner of the street.
A huge motorcade swaggered through the city's main roads, advancing mightily.
This motorcade is composed of various luxury carriages and mounts. Earth dragons, blue-eyed bulls, and even one-horned white horses and other rare and exotic animals are dizzying to see. There are many knights composed of nobles and private soldiers in front of them to clear the way.
Dressed in bright clothes and angry horses, the momentum is extraordinary.
Various gorgeous flags were flying in the motorcade, such as the Storm Crown, the golden shield with the holy seal, the purple iris, the long sword made of silver fire... without exception, they all represented a certain prominent family.
Looking at this team, the Calamity Sword Master narrowed his eyes and said:
"The nobles of the Saint Joan Empire have arrived."
"If something like this happened, it would be strange if they didn't come. Many of the middle- and high-level clergy of the church are originally from the nobility of the empire."
Speaker Daniel looked serious and responded.
The young man named Michel killed too hard this time. More than thirty middle- and senior-level clergymen, including four red archbishops, died.
Behind each person, almost every person represents a family. Some may have duplicate or grass-roots backgrounds, but at least twenty nobles from the empire were offended and sent envoys.
This can be known from the number of flags and badges.
A large convoy composed of more than twenty imperial nobles marched majestically on the main roads of the city, even occupying a section of the sidewalk. All the traffic of cars, horses and people along the way were avoided, so as not to cause any trouble.
The nobles of Saint Joan are famous for being arrogant, rigid, and paying attention to rules and the order of hierarchy. If you conflict with them, you will definitely not get good results.
"Damn it, these St. Joan people are really overbearing. They've taken over the whole street."
"Shhh, please stop saying a few words. These are famous nobles in the empire, and they are here to prosecute their crimes. Don't hold the gun against them."
"I just feel aggrieved. This is Farolland, and we have to make way for them..."
Some residents in the city retreated to the eaves or green spaces on both sides of the road, talking and complaining.
Dissatisfaction was dissatisfaction, and everyone took the initiative to avoid it.
Although the remaining people in the city are basically soldiers, mercenaries, smugglers from the underground organization, the coalition forces of the Southern Noble Alliance, and spies, all of whom are not good people, they still dare not offend this team.
The St. Joan Empire is one of the most powerful countries in Saigon Continent. The empire's nobles have profound heritage and powerful strength, which is not comparable to the nobles of ordinary kingdoms.
Although Falorland is a powerful country, to put it harshly, its foundation is not enough. The only one that is strong is the Clement family.
Without the Clement family, Farolland would be a third-rate small country.
But without the church, St. Joan is still a first-rate kingdom.
But not everyone is afraid of the empire's nobles.
The Calamity Sword Master and Speaker Daniel walked on the sidewalk, not deliberately avoiding the convoy of imperial nobles, and they looked very abrupt in the dispersed flow of people.
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One of the knights responsible for clearing the way wanted to scold him.
The Natural Disaster Sword Master raised his head and glanced at him coldly. His eyes were as sharp as lightning, and his unparalleled sword intent suddenly swept across the entire place, setting off a roaring energy!
The voice of the fourth-level Golden Rose Knight stopped suddenly, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
Only then did he realize that the two people blocking the road looked familiar...
The speed of the convoy stalled, the horses were frightened, and some people were almost overturned.
"It turns out they are two noble kings. Please forgive me if I have offended you."
A divine one-horned white horse with its hair shining all over its body walked out from the center of the team carrying a tall female paladin with lavender eyes, facial features as delicate as white jade, and wearing exquisite silver armor.
With an elegant smile on her face, the female knight jumped off the white horse, took off the silver helmet on her head, and her blond hair fell down like a waterfall.
Her lavender eyes were piercing, she put her hands on her chest, bowed slightly, and said loudly:
"Mireyu, the deputy leader of the Holy Light Knights, has met the Protector Sword Master and the Third Speaker of the Seran Kingdom."
Speaker Daniel looked at this heroic female knight, nodded and said:
"The daughter of Duke Giant Shield, not bad."
Mireille, 72 years old, [Paladin] profession, the daughter of the Duke of Giant Shields, joined the church early, has great talent, became a saint fourteen years ago, and is very famous in the St. Joan Empire.
This outstanding female paladin was originally one of the popular candidates for the saint, and Cardinal Giulio's faction originally planned to nominate her for the position.
But now this is all a thing of the past.
The Calamity Sword Master glanced at her with a dull expression and said:
"Send my regards to your father."
The Duke of Giant Shield is a king-level powerhouse in the St. Joan Empire, and we have a decent relationship with him.
"Yes, Uncle Huck."
Mireyou smiled and nodded, then obediently stepped aside.
Since she was not qualified to talk to the two kings, it was because of her father that she could say hello.
"Your Highnesses, salute you!"
There was some commotion in the convoy, the knights jumped off their horses one after another, and the imperial nobles on the carriage also got off the carriage and bowed to the two kings.
The imperial nobles are a bit arrogant, but they are also worthy of adulation. They do not dare to put on airs in front of the king. They have to lie down like a dragon or lie down like a tiger.
The Calamity Sword Master and Speaker Daniel were indifferent to everyone's greetings and looked at the center of the team without squinting.
The real big shot comes out.
The three people got off the carriage in the center.
One is an old man wearing a white robe with kind eyes and a cross necklace hanging around his neck. His body is faintly surging with divine power as strong as the ocean.
Saint of the Church, Archbishop Timo of the Talisman.
The other one is a tall, middle-aged man with a rough face and long brown-red hair.
He wears a dark red sleeveless battle suit with a wild style. His eyes are piercing, and his arm muscles are extremely developed, like steel, giving him a strong sense of power. The blood in his body is as hot as a volcano, and he is separated by the induction of the strong.
There is a feeling of steaming heat from afar.
The Duke of Mars, a powerful king in the empire, is also the brother-in-law of Cardinal Giulio.
The last one was a young man with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome features, carrying a large cyan bow, and wearing light armor with feathers common to the [Archer] profession. He had an aristocratic look on his face.
"Prince of Storms" Matthew, a royal member of the empire, the fourth prince, the top genius of the young generation, and a strong contender for the throne.
In the eyes of the world, his status is similar to that of "Black Rose" Sophie and "Valkyrie" Keisha.
In addition, there are three cardinals in the convoy, two of whom have the strength of saints.
It can be said that the St. Joan Empire's team lineup this time is quite luxurious, and this does not include some strong players who arrived in a low-key manner a few days ago.
"Good morning, both of you." Archbishop Timo said politely with a smile.
"Good morning, old bishop."
The Calamity Sword Master and Speaker Daniel simply responded.
Immediately, the Calamity Sword Master turned his attention to Duke Mars and said calmly:
"Savage, why are you here to join in the fun?"
The Duke of Mars family was originally a foreign race, claiming to have "crazy war blood" flowing in their bodies, and had a feud with the Kara people.
Because Bruegel, the ninth generation Barbarian King of the Western Wilderness, was too strong, they could not survive in the southwest, so they took refuge with the God of War. More than a thousand years later, they had completely abandoned their tribal traditions and integrated into the St. Joan Empire.
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Because of this origin, some people privately nicknamed the Duke of Mars the "Savage Duke".
The Duke of Mars has a rugged appearance and thick body hair. He does look a bit like a savage at first glance. He also seems to have a particularly hot temper. He said:
"It's not because that daring brat Michelle killed my brother-in-law, but this woman is crying and fussing at home every day. It's so annoying!"
The wife of the Duke of Mars is a certain eldest princess of the royal family and Giulio's sister.
At that time, if Giulio had not "abandoned his secular identity" and joined the church, he would have been a serious prince, or a court prince.
The Calamity Sword Master said disdainfully: "Don't you know who your brother-in-law is? He deserves to die."
These words were too disrespectful, and the attack range was a bit wide. The smile on "Prince of Storms" Matthew's face froze, and his expression was a little embarrassed.
Logically speaking, Giulio was still his third uncle, so it would sound particularly harsh if he deserved to die.
Mars widened his eyes, glared at the Calamity Sword Master, and roared unhappily:
"Sword-playing pretty boy, what do you mean? Even if Giulio is a bastard, is it the turn of that brat Michel to enforce the law?
He is a red archbishop and a member of the royal family, so only the royal family and the Holy See can handle it!"
These words made Storm Prince Matthew and several cardinals nod their heads in approval.
Even if my people make mistakes, it is not anyone else's turn to take care of them. Many powerful people and nobles have this mentality. Now that things have happened, it is no longer a question of whether Giulio deserves death.
Speaker Daniel whispered:
"Michelle is from the church. There seems to be nothing wrong with the paladin killing the cardinal."
"Um?"
Duke Mars shook his long brown hair and walked out of the team. He stared at Speaker Daniel with his big eyes, clenched his fist as big as a sandbag, and said arrogantly, "You want to reason with me?!"
Speaker Daniel: "..."
(￣～￣#)
Forget it, shut up.
The Savage Duke family has always had a reputation for being ferocious, and they are known for their bravery and ability to fight. Basically, their family is a [violent warrior] profession (one of the branches of the berserker profession), and the war blood in their bodies boils like crazy demons.
This generation of savage dukes are not only king-level warriors, but also the best among kings.
Speaker Daniel is just a low-end king and doesn't really want to get into trouble with this barbarian.
But the Natural Disaster Sword Master did not coward the savages, and did not give him any face at all. He laughed and said:
"If you dare to act recklessly just because you have a few pounds of brute strength, you may be beaten to death."
"What do you mean?"
Duke Mars' eyes widened with anger, his long brown and red hair stood up, dancing in the wind like flames, and roared, "Want to fight? Believe it or not, I will blow your head off!"
When the king was angry, the color of the sky and the earth changed. The barbarian Duke's roar like rolling thunder echoed in the city. The surrounding houses trembled. Pieces of windows shattered under the interference of sound waves, turning into countless glass shards like ice crystals falling from the air.
come down!
The residents in Dune City were shocked.
The Calamity Sword Master frowned, really getting angry. He stared at the Savage Duke coldly and said:
"You are very arrogant. Don't blame me for not reminding you. This is Farolland, not St. Joan. If you want to see if your head is stronger or Charlemagne's fist is stronger, feel free to seek death."
Duke Mars' expression froze, and he calmed down his madness slightly, but his words were still extremely tough, and he said:
"Do you think I'm scared?"
In the past, he really wasn't afraid of Charlemagne, and even thought that Farrowland had long since declined and was not worth mentioning.
But after knowing that Charlemagne had denounced Archduke Connaught, he felt a little unsure.
Not to mention the mysterious Queen of the Night, Farrowland is also very dangerous.
The Calamity Sword Master didn't bother with the savage any more, and left with his hands behind his back, without saying a word.
"This is not the right place for action. When you return to the empire, I will teach you a lesson!"
The two have disliked each other for a long time.
The sword master believes that savages only know brute force and are brainless and reckless.
The savages think that the sword master's swordsmanship is just fancy and pretty, but of no use.
"Hey, your tone is really not small."
The Duke of Mars was not a humble and polite person. He stared at the sword master's back and shouted loudly, "You are so capable, so don't leave. I just want to learn your rubbish swordsmanship again. Come on, come here if you are a brother."
Cut me!!"
Everyone: "..."
(ー_ー)!!
The Calamity Sword Master paused, a little unable to bear it, and put his hand on the hilt of his sword.
However, before he could take action, an earth-shaking peerless sword intent rose through the air from behind the Brave Mansion in the north of the city. The sword intent was like a blazing sun, forming a substantial impact across the entire city!
The divine power that is almost comparable to that of a true god spreads along with the sword intention, and the force of the void resonates, forming a vision of billions of meteors shining and the endless galaxy opening up!
The Duke of Mars, who was the first to bear the brunt, suddenly changed his expression. His tall and mighty body trembled, and his whole body became cold. He was like a little sheep being looked down upon by a giant dragon. His blood was stagnant and his body was stiff.
"What's the noise about? You keep yelling so early in the morning and don't let anyone rest?"
Some angry voices came from the vision of the galaxy that covered the sky, and it was as powerful as hell.
The Calamity Sword Master, Speaker Daniel, Archbishop Timo, Miss Mireyou, Storm Prince Matthew and everyone else present stopped talking. They were enveloped by the divine power and their breathing was a little unsmooth.
The Duke of Mars was under tremendous pressure, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and said:
"Sorry, dear King of Stars, it was my fault. I shouldn't have made such a loud noise."
"Just this once, never happen again."
The cold voice receded along with the peerless sword intent, and the galaxy vision also dispersed like the tide.
The sky over the city has returned to normal.
Everyone felt as if they had been granted amnesty, and took a deep breath, with fear and awe in their eyes.
He didn't even show up, but he just said something from a distance and convinced the heroes. Is this the most powerful person?
