I Am Louis XIV

   Chapter 201 The Triumph of Louis XIV

In people's legends, King Arthur's teacher Merlin, a powerful wizard, once in an instructive test with the witch Vivian, constantly turned into various ferocious beasts to fight each other - Merlin first changed became a little falcon, so the witch became a black eagle, and then Merlin became a gray wolf, the witch fell to the ground and became a lion, and Merlin became a python to entangle the lion, and the lion The ground rolled and turned into a porcupine covered with thorns, and the witch, as a last resort, turned into a fish and jumped into the water, and Merlin turned into an otter and chased after him... That competition ended with Merlin's victory, but This also shows from another side that wizards can become any animal at will.

As far as the book that the king saw in the inner world, he actually said things that mortals can't see, that is, Merlin and Vivien had agreed in advance that they would not become magical creatures, that is, manticores, nightmares, and even other creatures. Fire Dragon, but because of Merlin's sudden fall, he has only one disciple, Vivienne. After she betrayed and imprisoned Merlin, she disappeared, and the ancient and powerful chain of inheritance was broken, so the magic that wizards can obtain is also increasing. Weak and scarce, they even had to escape into the inner world when faced with the attack and persecution of the church after King Arthur's death.

Even so, transformation is not something that every wizard can do. There are only a few black wizards here who can become threatening beasts, but as Bosch reminded, the white phosphorus with adhesive Although it will stick to them, the transformation of the wizard also means that the body shape has changed. No matter how stubborn the adhesive and white phosphorus are, they also need to have a fixed point... The still burning white phosphorus fell from the air, and the black wizards jumped one after another. out.

The turn of events still took the mortals by surprise—what came out of the solid-like smoke was a goat, an elk, or a serpent, but the Gayola wizards guessed at once. Their identities, the former waved their arms, cast the casting materials and recited the incantation - walls, nets or swamps appeared in the void, and some dark wizards even crashed into the traps before they could react. The dark wizards immediately returned to their original bodies and fought back with cruel and dangerous spells.

It was a bold officer who was sent to Waterloo by the king this time, and he was also frightened and frightened - no wonder the king told him that no matter what he saw, don't be too surprised - although it has been said that the king was surrounded by wizards and he saw He glanced at Hood beside him. Hood, who returned to the artillery position, was slowly dropping crystal fragments, and the transparent barrier was unfolding in front of these mortals: "Okay," he said, "you can go, the next thing is Our work is over."

The officer glanced at the purgatory-like scene and determined that even if he could activate the artillery again, the white phosphorus shotgun would fall on these wizards who were willing to protect them. Although the church claimed that all wizards should die, he shrugged, An order to retreat was issued.

Hood is also not one of those "fortunate" to face the dark wizards. Although the family of Gayola Island is very strict with the middle and low-level wizards, he also has to say that these families also value the honor of wizards, simply In a nutshell, they advocate power, orthodoxy and knowledge, and these wizards who have the best talent, the best education, and the best resources in the past will not push those wizards of humble status to themselves. —They walked proudly before the Dark Wizard, their blood boiled for every upcoming battle.

  Although there are hundreds of ordinary wizards here, like Hood, they are not real combatants. After the artillery teams of mortals retreated, they took on the heavy responsibility of maintaining the formation.

Hood has been watching the town of Waterloo. When magic is cast, it will show different colors because of the use of different casting materials, especially those spells that require fire, and houses that burn because of flying white phosphorus. , he could see them creeping out--perhaps only a few minutes later, a wizard tumbled down in front of them from a broom in a state of embarrassment--and on his shoulders had Hood's same fluorescent glow. The red ribbon indicates that he is a wizard belonging to the king, the coat of arms of the Mancini family is on his chest, half of his body is dripping with blood, and there is an open wound on his face, and the white teeth can be seen deep, which is hard to straighten. "Need help, my lord?" Hood asked.

   And the young wizard just shook his head and pointed to the tent not far away.

  When he brushed Hood's side, Hood smelled a strange and...not familiar, but he must have smelled it before.

   By the time Hood remembered it was the smell of oil paint, the wizard was gone.

  ———

The king insisted on waiting on the Plain of Waterloo, which is only two and a half miles away from the town. Although it is still a long way away, it can only be said that the king has almost no one around him who can restrain him this time. , it is difficult for anyone to change his attention - the only comfort to Viscount Turenne and others is that the chief judge of the inquisition Elarius and a dozen monks are by the king's side. Elalius is always smiling, and now No exception, he sat with his feet cocked in a chair beside the king, quite different from the humble monks who wore burlap robes and lowered their hoods, and said nothing the whole time.

At this moment, there was a slight disturbance outside. It turned out that the king's artillery team had returned, and an officer appeared in front of the brightly lit tent, took off his hat and saluted the king, once, then again, and again after stepping into the tent , in line with the requirements of etiquette, he raised his head, it was the one the king sent to fight with the wizard Gayola.

   "How's the situation?" The king was not pretending. Even now, he still had a lot of documents to deal with. He only glanced at each other briefly, and then lowered his eyes.

The officer stepped forward a little further, licked his lips lightly, as if he was considering the words, and in the next second, his neck suddenly stretched, his jaw ripped open, revealing the sharp teeth inside— His head seemed to be there before, less than a foot from the king, but with a clang, the fangs gnawed on something incomparably hard—a thin ring of lace beneath several layers of fine lace. The steel sheet, the linen scarf that originated from the Croatian cavalry has evolved into a heavy decoration at this time, so that...Jeromenis Bos couldn't find the existence of the steel sheet.

Jeromenes is indeed an arrogant man. He may have escaped, but after leaving the town, the tent like stars in the darkness attracted his attention, so he repeated his old trick and disguised himself as retreating to the plains. The commander of the artillery company, and sure enough, he saw the king all the way smoothly. "Oh, no," said Bosch, "it's you."

  The skin on the king's face was also flowing down like melted wax oil, and behind that false face was Rubens, Bosch's disciple.

Bosch did not hesitate, his body was strangely twisted and faded. If Rubens was like a melted candle when he took off the appearance of a king, then when Bosch got rid of the appearance of a mortal, it was like a paint thrown into the water, just in the blink of an eye, He became a wisp of semi-solidified paint, the tent floor was covered with carpet, and he penetrated like this, and the almost shapeless face could still show a smile, but the smile was fleeting, because on the carpet The bottom is solid metal.

Bontang may never have guessed that the king's brass bathtub was used in this place, it was knocked open, flattened, and then welded, and under and around the bathtub were steel shields and armor, some from cavalry The cuirass, some from Lille and Charleroi, gave Bosch a little time, he could find a gap to drill down, but at this time, Rubens had jumped out from behind the table, stretched out his arms. Arm, take this odious thief, the devil who stole his honor, his life and his faith, so close that he is about to become one with him.

Elatrix grinned, and when he lowered his hands, a huge sickle appeared in his hands. Bosch passed Rubens and stared at the traitors of the wizards with those eyes that seemed to use only white paint. He might have said something else, but Elarius and the monks who had been scattered to the edge of the tent at some point in time swung their weapons together. The blades flew in the air, the candle fell to the ground, and the tent was suddenly dark.

   "hiss..."

   A few strands of light as thin as hair suddenly appeared in the tent, and within a few seconds, they suddenly changed from thin to thick, and finally expanded into one piece—the tent big enough to accommodate a dozen people collapsed with a bang.

   "Ah..." Elaru sighed: "This tent is very expensive."

   "Well, can I still ask you for money for this tent?" said the real king, walking in from outside, bathed in starlight. "On the contrary, I have to reward you well."

"I can only say that I only played a small and insignificant role in it." Elatrix said that Bosch was not good at fighting, but he was deeply hated by most of the monks in the Inquisition because of him He really knows how to do it abnormally - firstly, he always uses curses as a means of threat and assassination, secondly, he is always changing his face, and, looking for a scapegoat, the Spanish referee has made the wrong decision several times, And then when Bosch's work appeared again, it was disgraceful; finally, Bosch had a lot of little-known magic for escape, just like just now - wizards can get from water, from fire, Or with the help of plants, shape-shifting animals escaped, but even Eralio was the first to see spells like Bosch that turned into paint and escaped directly.

One third of Bosch's death was because he had a disciple who was finally tired of being tortured and exploited, one third was because the king was willing to believe in a dark wizard who once cursed him, and one third was talented. Falling on Elarius and his friars.

   If it wasn't for Rubens, who had a deep understanding of Bosch, they probably wouldn't have thought of setting such a trap. If it wasn't for the king's decisive decision, it would be impossible to find so many metal objects.

  The monks put away their scythes, started working together, pulled the tent open, and one of the attendants raised the torches, but then he exclaimed, "It doesn't look good," Elarius said, "Your Majesty, are you sure you want to see it?"

"I have thought countless times about publicly executing him on the Place de la Bastille, like any traitor," said Louis, a dark wizard who killed his father and king, even if by law he should He was castrated first, then cut open his abdomen, gouged out his eyes, and then executed and divided his body. His corpse would be burned and thrown into the river.

But now the monks of the Inquisition have at least completed the last step. The blood of Rubens and Bosch remains together, and there is still a relieved smile on the scarred face. Maybe he is tired of this kind of control. Well, after getting the king's promise, he can finally be freed - he may not be able to catch Bosch, and Elarius looks a little unreliable, but it's just an appearance - but he does it anyway , this is the way he chooses to die.

It was the monks and Erali's sickle who divided the dark wizard's disciple and his mentor into dozens of pieces. When pulling up the tent, they inevitably bumped into the bodies of the two, so let alone blood. , their stumps and arms were staggered together, but fortunately, after his death, Bosch's body also recovered into a solid body.

The monks started to pick up the bodies of Bosch and Rubens, divided them a little, and worked hard to determine whether it was Bosch himself. The blood of Bosi's descendants, after praying, fell on Bosi's unwilling face, the blood was quickly absorbed, "It's him." Even Elalio couldn't help but sighed, .

   "Burn them separately," said Louis, after a pause: "By the way, if you want, give it to him..." He pointed to Rubens: "Do a sacrament."

   "Since you ordered so," Elalo bowed calmly, "Your Majesty, please follow the order."

  ———

When the fire that burned the corpse was lit, the light of the torch was not so bright. Louis stretched. He also stayed up all night. Fortunately, this is Brussels, not Paris. No matter who wants to see him here, He can refuse without any psychological burden.

  Wait, a few more things…

"Mr. Elarius," the king called out politely, and Elarius looked suspicious. You know, the young king seemed to be gentle and polite, but he spoke in such an overly kind tone. When, generally speaking, it is not a good thing.

   "Go ahead, Your Majesty, I'm listening," said the chief judge dryly.

   "Well, I mean, sir, when we get back to Paris, I'm going to…"

   "What are you going to do?"

   "I plan to establish a special royal guard company."

  Eralius looked at the king. If it was an ordinary company, would the king have to tell him: "Why don't you just say that you plan to establish a royal wizarding company?"

   "Oh, will the Church of Rome agree?"

   "Do you think that Mr. Pope died too slowly?" Elaly replied not so politely, "Also, you didn't come to ask my opinion, you just came to inform me."

   "So to speak," replied Louis without shame: "It is imperative, Mr. Elarius, look! They have come."

  Eraleus followed the king's line of sight and saw the wizards flying here.

   It's late today, there is one more chapter, and it will be updated around eleven o'clock.

   (end of this chapter)