Chapter 538, The Deal of the Undead and Chaos

ps: Everyone knows what happened recently, so I won't say much. The public chapter has been blocked for four chapters. I will try to write lightly during this period of time. I also hope that the readers will take care of it and not be too harsh.

ps2: The update is late, because the starting point is broken, I can't log in, there is no way.

ps3: The reason for the website, this chapter before May 20th is all gone, I don’t know if it can be restored.

Matthew Budd's room above the ruins of Richard's Castle.

The black knight Matthew Bard was sitting in the room. The wind of undead was raging all over his body. Mu Xilong's poisonous snake's face was already very pale, even a little purple. He closed his eyes and sat on the seat decorated with many gorgeous gemstones. .

Akhan's gift, the Black Holy Grail Knights have all died in battle, and all the power in them has flowed back to Matthew Bard. The power, combat skills, and experience of more than a dozen Holy Grail Knights have flowed back to Matthew Bard. body.

Relying on so much energy and experience, Matthew Bard finally broke through the sanctuary as he wished, but these strengths are not his own after all, what Matthew Bard has to do is to integrate comprehension and make these things his own .

He needs time to digest, and the army of undead who suffered heavy losses also needs time to replenish. Now there is a huge corpse pit outside Richard's castle. The new army of undead is being resurrected and assembled. Mad Duke Meroving is dead. Hubard currently lacks an undead lord who can stand on his own.

Matthew Bard was waiting, and Musilon's snake ordered that no one should disturb him.

Musilon's viper closed its eyes, and the sad face of his father, Lawn Leo Cornwall, flashed in his mind from time to time.

Does father really regret this? Matthew Bard thought of it more than once.

But that doesn't matter anymore, Duke Mousilon sneered in his heart. He is the son of Lawn, and he is also the orthodox heir to his title of title, regent of the kingdom and candidate for the throne.

Since Lawn's life and death are unknown, as Lawn's son, he has the right to inherit everything from Lawn.

Then it is to become a king, to go to the Holy Grail Cathedral, to expose the true face of the lake!

"Quack~quack~quack~" Just when Matthew Bud closed his eyes and realized the dead power of the black holy grail knights, a two-headed crow landed on the window of his room: "quack~"

"You succeeded?" Matthew Bud immediately realized something, and he sat in the shadows.

"As I said, this is a deal. In order to let you see the sincerity of the great Lord of Destiny, we will help you a little this time." The two-headed crow looked a little embarrassed, and its shape looked strange. It is old, so old that it is almost unable to stand still, and there are not many feathers left on its two wings. When it heard what Matthew Bud said, it opened its mouth: "I completely destroyed the Spire Palace and repelled Ryan- Malcador and his army, he has now fled to the Forest of Sharon."

"Repel?" Matthew Bud immediately frowned instinctively, what he wanted was not this!

But Mu Xilong's poisonous snake immediately realized that the Tzeentch Demon Army would never do its best for him, because there was no reason, just like he refused to believe any news from the Tzeentch Demon.

They are just collaborators. The Tzeentch Devil wants to get the holy object, and Matthew Bud can give it to him. Ryan Malcador needs someone to deal with it, and the Tzeentch Demon Army can provide help.

snort! Take advantage of these chaotic scum for a while! Matthew Bud narrowed his eyes. The situation was critical at the time. He made this choice for the time being, and each took what he needed. When he took control of the country, there would be no more chaos.

"I need you and your army to stop Ryan Malcador and possible reinforcements from the south." Matthew Bard put forward his own conditions.

"Okay, then I need to get a lion with a spear." The two-headed crow whispered: "If you want to use our power, you have to pay the price, Mousilon's poisonous snake, the great master of destiny is not something you can try of."

Lion riding a gun? ! Matthew Bud frowned upon hearing this.

The lion lance was in his hands. After defeating Lawn, Matthew Bard did not get the sword of Korona, but the lion lance did fall into his hands.

Thinking of this, Matthew Bud felt very hesitant. Although he hated Lawen to the core, he never denied that Lawn was his father, and all his actions could actually be understood as claiming his legitimate rights, because He is the son of Lawn and has a weak claim. In the case that Lawn did not designate an heir, he can start a war and claim that he is the reasonable heir of all Lawn's inheritance, and this is also the biggest capital for him to inherit the throne, or blood .

Just like if Ryan died suddenly, although he and Suria's son Devinhill had a strong claim, Frederick, the son of Ryan and Emmanuel, could still declare that I was his father's orthodox heir by launching a war.

Therefore, Matthew Bard believes that he is the owner of the lion lance.

But Tzeentch's request had to be considered. Matthew Bard knew that he was very weak now, and so was the undead army. Merovingian died in battle, and it would take time to reassemble an undead army.

A swarm of bats flew by outside the window, making a cacophony of noise.

The two-headed crow stared at Matthew Bud. Its meaning was very clear. The previous help was free. This was a small gift from St. Tzeentch, and there were no such good things after that.

This is part of the deal, and Chaos God Tzeentch has shown his sincerity.

"Can you give me some time to think about it?" Matthew Bud still didn't want to hand over the lion lance.

"Yes, it must be as soon as possible." The two-headed crow did not have any over-reaction, it shook its head, and there was magic power flowing in its blue eyes: "There is also the crown of Duke Musillon and the lake light of the indestructible spear. part of the deal."

"Why do you want to get the holy thing? What is the use of this thing for you?" Matthew Bud asked intentionally: "I don't understand."

"This is my lord's order. Collect all thirteen holy objects." The two-headed crow didn't seem to intend to answer this question: "Thirteen lances and the crown of Duke Musillon, this is part of the plan."

"You didn't tell me the truth."

"You don't need to know the truth, mortal, you become the king, we get the relic, this is a deal."

The two-headed crow flew away from the window sill, and there were still a large group of bats flying outside. Matthew Budd's eyes were erratic, and he fell into hesitation.

Apparently Carlos, the weaver of Tzeentch's destiny, came with a major mission. Musilon's poisonous snake had a premonition that if Carlos were to gather all thirteen lances and Duke Musillon's crown, the mortal world would have a terrible future. happened.

As long as they don't collect them all, Matthew Bud can only convince himself temporarily.

What he didn't notice was that after a group of bats flew past the window outside the room again, they left Richard's Castle and flew into the distance.

………I am the dividing line of a transaction………

In late March, inside the Sharon Forest, at the camp of the Southern Knights Army, in early spring, the night was as cool as water.

The campfire was burning quietly in the damp forest land, making crackling noises, and gusts of cold wind blew from the woodland. There seemed to be some kind of extremely terrifying sound in the dark forest, and the simple tents were erected one after another. After getting up, the rangers of the wood elves were patrolling the outside, while the army inside was taking the time to rest.

Almost all the serf soldiers were wounded. They used bandages and precious wound medicine to treat their injuries. They sat together in twos and threes and ate dinner. The army’s supplies were relatively abundant, including meat and vegetables. Put the black bread into the pot and cook until soft and hot, then add a small amount of grains and fresh vegetables for dinner.

Most of the people were silent, and occasionally some wounded serfs let out low wailing sounds. Most of the wounded were treated, but there was no doubt that many wounded lost their arms, legs or eyes, waiting for their future. It will be forced to retire and return to Ryan's territory to farm with a pension.

This was unacceptable to many serfs, and many wounded serfs were weeping for it. They would rather die in battle than become disabled.

The leaves of the tall shrubs and deciduous forests were covered with dew, dripping drop by drop on the muddy forest land and on the hearts of all.

The Spire Palace was destroyed, and the entire castle melted. After fighting hard, the Spire Palace, which persisted for a day and a night in front of the army of undead, collapsed even after only two hours in front of the Tzeentch army. This made many soldiers simply accept it. no.

The only good news is that the casualties of Ryan's army were not very large, because the Tzeentch Demon Army did not pursue it when they saw the army retreating, so almost all the soldiers who did not die in battle retreated smoothly through the pontoon bridge.

Put a few pieces of whole-wheat bread into the bubbling iron pot, add a piece of pork bone and a few pork belly fat, Raymond, the commander of the long halberd company, sat on a stone. A piece of skin was scratched on the top, which is very lucky for Raymond who has been a soldier for many years.

Being able to eat so much meat is naturally not the treatment that ordinary soldiers can have. Lord Bertrand, the battalion commander of the Sharon Forest Patrol Battalion, sat opposite him. The forty-year-old Green Arrow sighed and shook his head. , picked up the bowl and tasted the broth.

Seeing that Raymond remained motionless, Bertrand smiled and said, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"A lot of brothers died, so I don't have any appetite." Raymond is indeed a little hungry, but he really has no appetite. During the battle with the Tzeentch Demon Army, a fugitive slave who had a good relationship with him and lived there at the time A serf soldier next door to the dormitory turned into a ball of scorched ashes right in front of Lei Meng.

After Bertrand heard this, he continued to eat. The Lord Winford said with a wry smile: "Boy Raymond, there is no one who survives in a war. Let me tell you, our casualties of more than 600 people in this battle are considered very light." Alright, His Majesty Morgiana has saved countless lives with a magic spell!"

"...that, Sir Bertrand?"

"Ok?"

"Is that... Chaos Demons? Are they too powerful?" Seeing that there was no one around, Lei Meng asked cautiously, "Chaos Demons really exist?"

"Shut up! Boy Raymond!" Bertrand's face immediately changed after hearing Raymond's question, and the two long beards under his nose trembled several times: "This is not something you should care about, be careful. ! Otherwise, I won’t try to save you if you evaporate from the world someday!”

"Ah! Yes, I know." Raymond was taken aback. He suddenly realized what a terrible thing he had done, and quickly lowered his head to express his mistake.

Bertrand wanted to say something else, a kingdom knight in full plate armor and tattered robes approached from a distance: "Bertrand? Are you there?"

"Yes, I'm here, Mr. Leofric, what's the matter?" Bertrand hurriedly put down the empty bowl and stood up, at the same time gave Raymond a warning look, and then got up to greet him: "I'm here. "

The visitor was none other than the kingdom knight from Winford, the champion of the last Knights Conference, Leofric Caral. He looked at the big iron pot with whole wheat bread, pork and vegetables in a group of sergeants with some contempt, but Thinking that Bertrand was someone whom Duke Francois admired, he could only try his best to say with a pleasant face: "We are going to have a meeting. Your Excellency Lane asked where you are going. Come with me."

"Yes!" Bertrand responded quickly, and he immediately followed Leofric and left the camp.

Seeing Bertrand leave like this, the sergeants were full of envy. Although Bertrand looked humble in front of Leofric, being able to speak on such a relatively equal footing was already an unimaginable honor for all serfs!

Bertrand followed Leofric to the camp on the other side, where the knights were stationed. A huge tent stood in the middle of the camp. Already seated, only the seat closest to the door in the entire tent was left for Bertrand, so he quickly sat in.

The atmosphere inside the tent was obviously a bit gloomy. Ryan stood at the long table and looked at the map. Morgiana, who was wearing a frilled lily dress, sat on his right, and the sorceress, who was wearing a black leather suit and high-heeled boots Teresa sat on his left.

"...The loss of the Spire Palace means that our plan to recover Musillon has failed." Ryan nodded when he saw Bertrand appearing, and then continued: "The appearance of the Tzeentch Demon Army is really weird. It is said that the undead and chaos are not friends but enemies, so I have to take full responsibility for the fall of the Spire Palace this time, I am not ready, and I accept criticism and correction."

The knights have various theories about this, but generally they don't think it is Ryan's responsibility. The appearance of the Tzeentch Demon Army is too sudden and too inexplicable, and there is no way for the army to be defeated by surprise.

Needless to say, the strength of the Chaos Demon Army is of course, even the most elite troops of elves and dwarves, it is still very difficult to deal with an established Chaos Demon Army, not to mention that there are many serfs in Ryan's army. It is normal to win, and it is a miracle to win.

"It's not your fault, Ryan, none of us thought that there would be a Tzeentch demon leading an entire army of Tzeentch demons to appear in Musilon." Mogiana shook her head, she sat sideways on the chair On the top, holding the holy grail of medicine in his hand: "Chaos demons will not enter the mortal world easily, they must have their purpose in entering the mortal world."

"The purpose of the Chaos Demon..." The Holy Grail Knight, Fedmond, the son of Duke Boderick, pondered: "There are generally two possibilities for the Chaos Demon to come to the mortal world. The first is to destroy, and the second is to find or destroy something. Something appointed by the evil god."

Gerald also nodded, and he also frowned. The knight of the kingdom with the title of paladin was pale. He was injured by the Tzeentch demon in the previous battle, and the injury is still not healed: "If it is destruction, Then it is impossible for the Tzeentch Demon Army to give up chasing us."

"So it's destroying things?" Armand lowered his head and thought, he said doubtfully, "Chaos wants to destroy the Spire Palace?"

"Not like it." Ryan shook his head.

Everyone fell into doubts.

The sorceress Teresa said suddenly.

"Ryan, do you think the undead will collude with Chaos? Form a coalition?"

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