Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 771 Mobilizing the Nation
All eyes were on the gate of the palace.

Cyril Adrian, this name has become a legend in the royal palace since the queen came to the throne.

After Anastasia Herman came to power, a round of cleansing of the palace has swept out many ministers who knew how the young man became Earl of Siliki, and the rest of the insiders are naturally the iron-blooded princess party.

In order to please the princess, they hyped up Cyril's resume, and even rumored him as "the man who saved the Tower of the North Wind", "the sword of the future of the kingdom", "the great new star"...

Such remarks and the news of the outbreak of war made the remaining people in the palace who were dissatisfied with his succession to the position of marquis also shut up.

No one would expect much from a boy under the age of 20, even if he was the youngest Marquis ever...

But it is precisely because of his youth that he is doomed to have no foundation, relying only on the power of an acre of three-point land, it is a bit too difficult to drive the hearts of the entire Amasir to unify.

At that time, Solkonan's best expectation for Amasir was to survive before Osan Emma took down the Adler area, and he could make a living every day, at worst, the Adler area would be released. It's not too late to wait for the reinforcements to arrive...

But no one expected that the news of Amasir's victory was repeated frequently. The Marquis led troops to rescue the besieged city, took down the captured city, and finally launched a decisive battle, defeating the main force of Ao San Emma in one fell swoop— —Don't forget, this time the strength of Ao Sheng Emma's troops is far beyond the previous scale!

And all this happened before the reinforcements arrived!

Danya on top!

This kind of military exploits made those opposing voices completely disappear.Seeing the great situation, people have not forgotten that Cyril is the direct descendant of Queen Anastasia Herman, so more and more voices jumped out and began to praise the achievements of the Marquis of Amasir... the most exaggerated I can't wait to give Cyril the title of "King".

Of course, such a mindless person received his salary and went home the next day, so he was not qualified to appear in the court of the Iron Queen again.

And now, this is also the first time that most people in the court have the opportunity to meet the boy from the natural land of the East——

The heels of the leather boots tapped on the stone ground, da, da, da, approaching the palace without haste, until the footsteps disappeared on the red carpet.

And that young man also appeared in front of everyone.

He was wearing a dress-style military uniform, green and silver interlaced, with a slim fit, which complemented the tall and straight figure of the young man.He stepped forward, and the dark green cloak fluttered like light waves behind him as he walked, until he stopped more than ten meters away from the throne, and then fell down again, wrapping his body.

He bowed slowly, his hair hanging down covered the side cheeks of that handsome elf face.His expression was serious and serious, adding a few points to his already perfect charm.

"My lord Cyril Adrian, I greet Her Majesty the Queen."

"Your Majesty Adrian, please excuse me."

The smile on Anastasia Herman's face couldn't stop, watching Cyril straighten up, and continued: "Mr. Ma, great achievements in battle! Today is too hasty to give a proper reward, tomorrow we will..."

"His Majesty."

Cyril spoke suddenly and interrupted Anastasia: "I don't need a reward."

Anastasia froze.

She looked at the boy's unrelenting expression, and the smile on her face gradually faded.

She knew Cyril well, and knew that this young Marquis was definitely not someone who would be polite to her—and Anastasia's awarding him in public was also a manifestation of the expansion of royal power.

If it was the usual Cyril Adrian, she would definitely be able to understand her intentions and accept it very cooperatively.

As for how much to give, she doesn't care if the lion opens his mouth. Even if she really wants to be King Amasir, she doesn't necessarily have to give it.

But at this moment, the young man didn't have the slightest joy after the war, and even rejected her so resolutely...

"Your Majesty Adrian." She became serious, her slender eyebrows raised slightly, and the ministers who were familiar with her immediately began to shudder - when this His Majesty puts on such an expression, absolutely nothing good will happen, "Yes St. Emma has another..."

"No, Your Majesty, it's far more serious than this." Cyril puffed up his chest and said loudly:

"I request that all La Rochelle enter a state of war preparation, and all provinces, cities, and noble territories obey my orders."

"This!"

Immediately, a minister couldn't help but yelled out. If you heard these words at first, you might think that the Marquis would raise his sword to ascend the throne in the next second and threaten Anastasia to abdicate.

But such rebellious words did not arouse Anastasia's dissatisfaction at all. Instead, she glanced coldly at the minister who spoke out, and snorted, "Shut up and let him talk."

"This is a crisis far more catastrophic than the so-called inter-state war." Cyril spoke very quickly, "The disaster that destroyed civilization in the past is about to come, and I need the whole country to cooperate with my actions to do our best to prevent this from happening .”

"Ah? The disaster of the destruction of civilization will come? What nonsense!" A civil servant who was already dissatisfied with him scoffed, "If you want to seize power, you can be more direct, there is no need..."

But then he felt the cold gaze from the young man, just a casual glance from the young marquis. The ground around the minister suddenly cracked, and a tree grew wildly from the stone, and the vines lifted him up. , firmly bound—

"What are you doing, what are you doing, let go—" Wen Chen's voice stopped abruptly, because the boy had already walked under the tree where he was hanging, his eyes were full of pity.

"The forests east of Amasir have almost all been reduced to the territory of the Black Forest in the past few months."

"Your current posture is exactly the same as that of many Ao San Emma people who died in the Black Forest."

He snapped his fingers, and the tree disappeared again with a bang, and the civil official hit the ground firmly, clutching his shoulders and trying to cry out in pain, but he didn't dare to utter a word.

And the young Marquis walked back to the throne, bowed again and said:

"Your Majesty, you should know something about this matter, right?"

Anastasia stood up at some point, her eyes narrowed slightly, she pressed the armrest of the throne with one hand, and nodded slowly.

Then she saw the boy open his mouth towards her, and the voice sounded deep in her mind:

"I've cleansed Nora of the filth."

"And the filth of the Primordial God may have already occupied St. Helcoent."

Her eyes narrowed, and she made a decision immediately.

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In March, Oscopicia is still full of wind and snow. This small town on the western plateau of La Rochelle is as deserted as if it is uninhabited. , is also silent.

The boy wrapped in a leather coat pushed open the door of the tavern with a crooked signboard, and the inside of the door was a mess, with the worn-out floor falling on it with his footsteps, making a creaking sound.

He raised his hand to push aside the dilapidated door curtain, and just after he took three steps into the door, there was a continuous sound of "ho ho ho" beside him, and then a thin and withered figure jumped out from under the table over there, swooping To him, like a hungry wolf pouncing on food.

It's just that the figure was still in the air, and the young man had already turned his hand as a knife, and a huge force swung out, and the figure instantly melted into specks of dust and fell to the ground.

"There is no entity anymore." He looked at the dark red dust, which seemed to be pieced together like flesh and blood particles.

"Are you a step too late?" Behind him, a tall woman in a fur robe stepped on leather boots and walked into the shop, and slapped her nose with her hand in disgust, "It's a smell."

"Iris, which god's filthy method is this?" the boy turned around and asked.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be the wolf god." Evangeline Lyman bowed to look at the flesh particle and shook her head. "It's very difficult to track it down. It's completely out of the ban."

This boy was naturally Cyril Adrian.

Solconan and his party made Anastasia Herman decisively hand over the local dispatching rights to Cyril.Relying solely on Iris's knowledge reserve is not enough to find out all those forbidden places. Cyril needs to use the information from all over the country to find places where the gods are sealed and filthy.

It’s just that things didn’t go as smoothly as expected. Even if Evangeline Lehman knew where some of the filth was, these seals were either still firm or had been completely loosened, and the filth had spread out—but it was in the deep mountains and old forests. Here, while no human beings were harmed, it was impossible to find it for a while.

These filth weren't crazy enough to launch attacks as soon as they came up, they even knew how to go dormant until their strength recovered enough to make a difference before expanding.

It was the first city to be directly affected by filth like Oscopicia.

Cyril walked out of the tavern, closed his eyes and felt for a while, then shook his head and said, "There are no survivors in this city."

"All... all dead?" Evangeline Lehman was a little surprised, but she didn't feel too surprised. The expansion speed of the filthy power is quite terrifying, which they all know very well.

"No, the number of deaths does not match." Cyril denied, "Someone rescued the residents of this city."

He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the west: "The chaotic magic fluctuations...someone is being chased, follow me."

"Follow you, what are you driving..." Evangeline Lehman hadn't finished speaking before the boy's figure had disappeared.She stomped her feet angrily——damn it, who can keep up with the speed of space movement like you?
And Cyril didn't care whether the iris could keep up with him or not. His figure flickered several times, and he had already appeared on the plain west of the city. In the snowstorm, a figure wrapped in a white fleece was crazily Running forward, behind him is a huge black phantom, like a running wolf, chasing that figure closely.

"This figure..." Cyril couldn't help being stunned when his eyes fell on that figure. He actually felt a familiar breath from that figure, and in the next second, he remembered who this breath belonged to— —

"Kindred!"

He opened his mouth to scream, and the running figure below froze, his rhythm was out of order, and he was immediately overtaken by the black phantom.The wolf's mouth was so wide that it could swallow dozens of people, and firmly sealed all the whereabouts of this figure.

But Cyril had already grasped the hilt of the sword.

Igwak, the sword of the Holy White Alliance, this long sword named after the great hero of the fourth era, as he stretched out his hand and waved it lightly, the movement of the black phantom stopped in midair.

Immediately afterwards, the phantom was split into two halves and shattered bit by bit in the wind and snow.

And on the property panel, a line of small words is also lit up:
"[Imprint: Desire of the Wolf]: The wolf god Silius has endless desires. Desires can inspire motivation and increase your strength."

"In terms of strength, it's at an extraordinary level." Cyril confirmed that the filth had completely dissipated.With his current level of strength... no, he doesn't even need to use his own strength, just relying on the power of the sword of the Holy White Alliance, Igwalker, is enough to deal with those extraordinary levels of filth.

But this is not to say how exaggerated the power in this sword is, it's just that the purpose of casting this sword is to deal with "the end". Strength is enough to break through the filth that has not yet grown.

It saves the effort of mowing the lawn for the owner, which belongs to yes.

The figure below was a little dazed, and it wasn't until Cyril fell from mid-air that she seemed to be sure that the phantom chasing her behind her had disappeared.

She took off the huge sheep-bone mask, revealing the beautiful and delicate face that Cyril had seen before. It was indeed the representative of the Isis Holy Order, Kindred, who had gone to the port of New Aowei.

"How will you be here……"

Her La Rochelle was fumbling, but it was much more fluent than when she was in Port New Orville.

"Deal with some things, the goal has been accomplished." He looked at the resolute girl, "What about you?"

"I, the holy group, was hunted down and escaped..." She was gesticulating and speaking, when Iris' figure tore through the ice and snow, and just landed on the ground, she said with a coquettish smile:
"It's only been a few minutes, and you've already started flirting with girls? Marquis Adrian, you're too promiscuous and merciful, aren't you? You can have your confidant on this ice sheet ?”

"If you can't speak, you don't have to." Cyril glanced at her.

"I don't know if Miss Christian will be sad if she finds out." Iris didn't care about his words, stretched out her hand to break off her nails, and said cheerfully to herself.

(End of this chapter)