Chapter 132 The End of the Era: Knight War

If you want to become a knight, you first need to become a knight's squire. It is already difficult from this step, because most knights are nobles, and their squires are generally children of nobles. This is almost a closed cycle within the aristocratic class.

An adult noble becomes a knight, and then leads a young noble to become a squire. Then he circulates the inner cycle of this small circle of nobles, so as to completely throw out and prevent civilians, peasants and people of inferior status from polluting the noble class and organizational framework. This is often very effective.

However, this is not certain. There are still some knights born of civilians, although most of them are not recognized by mainstream knights. In their eyes, these knights are just country bumpkins riding horses.

Ironically, these civilian knights are often very brave. They come from the bottom, dare to fight and are not conceited or arrogant at all. This allows them to see many problems clearly, so civilian knights and squires often only exist under the command of those nobles who have a discerning eye, know, and are worthy of respect.

For example, Carda served under the respected Duke Jean Delacour. He was a respectable knight of the kingdom and a respectable lord.

Carda was very honored to learn to become a knight by his side. He still followed the Duke for a long time, learning combat skills, calendars and devout faith in the God-Emperor by his side.

The Duke taught him that as a knight, loyalty is the most important thing, and their loyalty belongs to the great God-Emperor, the Lord of the Hall of Glory among the stars, and the God-Emperor himself on the other side of the Golden Sea and the Star Sea.

So when the traitors invited the Duke to join the rebellion and subvert the God-Emperor's faith in the name of heresy, Duke Delacour firmly rejected them and resolutely joined the war against heresy, and Carda followed him.

At first, everything went smoothly. They and the allied forces of the loyalists won victory after victory and defeated the traitorous duke and his rebels. However, with the victory, the arrogant nobles among the loyalists began to be arrogant and conceited. They began to become more arrogant, stubborn and attack and assault at all costs, just for the glory.

In the end, these idiots made everyone pay the price. The traitors seized the opportunity and dispersed the loyalist troops through a counterattack. The knight lords and their troops were divided and surrounded and suffered heavy losses.

Unfortunately, Carda was also among these surrounded and severely damaged troops. He fought bravely with Duke Draku until Duke Draku was swarmed by those despicable traitors and pierced his thigh in an extremely shameful way of pretending to die and plotting.

Carda protected the duke. He carried the duke's hand on his shoulder and helped the duke retreat to the rear. Along the way, Carda kept waving his sword to kill enemies one by one, killing every heretic who dared to come forward.

He supported the Duke, and the Duke limped forward. They withdrew from the edge of the chaotic battlefield and from behind a stone fence to a field full of corpses.

Kalda supported the Duke, and they walked on a path outside a mill, surrounded by corpses and arrows stuck in the ground or trees.

The broken flag of the loyalists fell to the ground, in the mud and sewage. The Duke passed by and cursed the knight who fell in the sewage pit.

"Those idiots! Their arrogance betrayed the Emperor!" The Duke said resentfully, waving his sword to block the long sword of a traitor who flipped out from behind the fence and was about to launch a sneak attack on them. The Duke swung the knight's sword with one hand and cut off his arm with one sword. When the traitor knelt down wailing, he cut his throat with another sword.

Blood gushed out from the gap, and his body fell into the sewage pit. The blood dyed the black pool red, and the black stream mixed with the blood, watering the land.

"They will be punished! The Emperor will not forgive them!" The Duke continued to speak, and his mustache moved with his words. Carda supported the Duke on the path, and his armor collided with the Duke's, clanging and extremely heavy.

He himself was wearing an armor weighing more than ten kilograms, and he had to support the fully armed Duke, who weighed dozens of kilograms. This made Carda very strenuous, and he couldn't even say a coherent sentence, and could only respond to the Duke with a stuttering tone.

The Duke could see that Carda was tired, so he pressed the child's shoulder, "Leave me! Carda, leave by yourself, find a horse! Then you can escape from here and send the alarm to the Archbishop!"

"No! My Lord Duke, I swear to be loyal to you and will not leave!" "We are also loyal to the Emperor! His loyalty is higher than mine! Leave me Carda! Go and be loyal to the Emperor!"

The young Carda did not have time to respond, because many rebels emerged from the woods beside the path. Among these rebellious farmers, there was even a knight. He was wearing blasphemous black armor, with a purple feather on his helmet, and the decoration of his armor was also gorgeous and a bit outrageous.

The exquisite leopard-spotted cloth collapsed on it, and the traitor raised his sword and pointed it at the Duke and his attendants and gave an order, "Kill them! Dedicate their heads to the goddess of pleasure! Dedicate them to the Phantom Queen!"

The crazy farmer rushed up with a long knife and a spear. Carda waved his sword to block the attack of one of them, and then pierced his abdomen with one.

Carda drew his sword and kicked it away. The Duke also blocked the attack and killed a traitor with his backhand. Carda helped the Duke escape through the gap in the fence.

He ran with the Duke on the lifeless grass, and the two ran towards the windmill not far away. The traitors chased after them, waving their long and short swords and shouting. They chased after them relentlessly, like a group of wild dogs that smelled blood.

Carda put the Duke under the wall of the windmill. The Duke growled and looked at the traitors while enduring the pain in his legs, "Karda! Leave! You can't defeat him!"

"No! I swear allegiance to death!" Carda shouted and swung the knight's sword to join the farmer. He knocked away the inferior weapon in the farmer's hand with a sword, then cut off his head, and then immediately fought with the next person.

Carda kept waving the knight's sword and fighting with the traitors one by one. The armor jingled under the knocking of his weapon, but the solid knight's armor protected Carda, allowing him to continue to kill the enemy and fight.

Obviously, unlike the squire knights who had been trained for several years, the peasants only had savage strength and were beaten back by Carda's skills.

More traitors rushed over. They looked at the squire knight from a few steps away. The traitors nervously held long and short weapons and looked at the knight. Then, under the instigation of a bald farmer, they prepared to rush forward and overwhelm Carda with numbers.

But when they were about to take action, the black-armored knight came up and blocked them with a long sword. The knight turned the long blade and walked towards Carda, "Let me see how Duke Delacour trained you, country bumpkin."

He challenged provocatively, and Carda roared and rushed forward. He had no way to retreat, so he had to fight bravely.

Carda went forward and fought with the traitor knight for a day. The two fought fiercely, but obviously, compared with the real knight, Carda was still inferior, and he was quickly suppressed and attacked.

The black-armored knight kept changing his posture, dodging Carda's attacks. The purple feathers on his helmet kept floating in the wind, and his cloak was dancing in front of Carda like a phantom.

Carda was completely unable to hit the agile knight. His speed was much faster than Carda's. He was agile and dodged every attack of Carda, and his attack on Carda was more like teasing and playing.

He hit Carda's helmet with the hilt of his sword. The squire knight was knocked to the ground, and the helmet slipped off. The black-armored knight laughed at the fallen Carda.

"Is this the knight of the false god? The warrior of the corpse king? Weak and imperfect, join us, join the sect of the goddess of joy and the phantom queen, and you will be perfectly sublimated."

"Real perfection! Extreme beauty!" He laughed and said, his martial arts were indeed excellent, so excellent that it could be described as perfect.

"No! Heretic! Traitor!" Carda cursed and raised the knight's sword and rushed forward, but the black-armored knight immediately blocked his slash and then punched him in the face.

Draco watched Carda fall to the ground again, blood came out of his nose. He lay on the ground and looked up at the black-armored knight standing in front of him. He raised his black sword high and pointed it at Carda's forehead.

"Last chance, believe in her! Believe in the sisters of joy! You can get perfection!" "Fuck you! Traitor! I will never betray!" "Then die!"

Draco supported himself and prepared to get up, but just as Draco was about to intervene, a huge shadow fell from the sky and hit the black-armored knight behind him.

Kalda looked at the giant who slowly stood up in surprise. The man was as burly as a steel mountain. His black shell did not reflect the slightest light in the sun. The scarlet light flashed under the helmet decorated with wings. It was a knight.

The black-armored knight turned around and saw the giant. The traitor knight slashed his knight sword at the winged knight, but the giant's sword passed through his eyes at lightning speed, and the traitor knight's sword was instantly broken, along with the traitor knight himself.

Carda looked at the knight's long sword holding the arc. He had never seen a power sword, let alone an Astarte, but he still recognized the identity of the knight at first sight. He had seen the image in countless ballads, legends and murals.

"Angel of Death?" He said in surprise. The black giant looked at him, and three more giants fell after he stood up. One of the giants immediately roared with a grenade gun in his hand, and the mob was instantly turned into powder under its firepower.

The winged knight turned around and rushed into the enemy camp with his companions holding a knight's sword. Carda and Draco witnessed the massacre with their own eyes. In a very short time, the four angels of death killed all the traitors in the blink of an eye.

All those traitorous peasants died in an instant, and they couldn't even cause the slightest damage to the Angel of Death. Before they could react, all the traitors were killed quickly.

Draco heard the roar above his head. He looked up at the slowly falling Thunder Eagle. As the Thunder Eagle landed on the ground, the huge steel object was completely something they had never seen before.

Kalda nervously held his sword and looked at the Thunder Eagle that had landed. The four Angels of Death looked at them without saying a word. Two people walked out of the hatch that the Thunder Eagle had already opened. One was a man and one was a woman, but they were both wearing black battle clothes and a red letter i on their chests.

"Who are you! Tell me your name!" Kalda said nervously and stammered, but soon his warning came to an abrupt end.

The young attendant raised his head. He was surprised and even terrified to see the scene above his head. Countless meteors were streaking across the sky. It was a rainstorm, a rainstorm made of fire and steel pouring down.

Karda lowered his head and looked at the two people in front of him. The breathtakingly beautiful lady attracted Carda's attention. Almost immediately, the silver hair and beautiful purple eyes seemed to absorb the young knight's attention like a whirlpool.

She also looked at her jokingly, with a beautiful smile that could suffocate any man.

But Draco was more stable and mature than Carda. He walked in front of them and looked at the four angels of death who were standing in the distance, and then looked at the man. He knew that he was the commander here.

"Are you the Emperor's divine soldiers?" Draco asked, and the man smiled jokingly, stepping on the land of this planet with silver studded boots.

"You can say that." Vito said, and four giants stood on both sides behind him. Above his head, the Emperor's iron rain of death was pouring down on the earth.