Western part of the capital city.
The Knights' Hall stands majestically with its eleven towering black towers.
In the spacious hall on the first floor of the central black tower, beneath two lifelike statues of giant knights, each a hundred meters tall, mounted on horseback and wielding swords, a majestic figure stood with his back turned. His bright red cloak was completely spread out, further emphasizing his towering stature. An aura of innate nobility and majesty permeated the air amidst his calm demeanor.
"Grown ups!"
The six figures knelt on the radiant ground, not daring to utter a sound.
These were the six Judgment Knight had just returned from the Number One Sword-Testing Platform the camp twenty miles outside the capital.
"Hmm, Second Knight, I forcibly summoned you back, are you dissatisfied?" The imposing figure did not turn around, his long golden hair flowing silently down his crimson cloak to his waist, and his voice possessed a power that could influence one's mind.
"Your subordinate... dare not!"
A flicker of resentment and hatred flashed in the Second Knight's eyes, but this resentment and hatred were quickly replaced by intense fear and awe. Before this towering figure, even the formidable Second Slaughter Knight dared not show the slightest disobedience or offense. To others, he was a high-ranking figure, the second-ranked of the Ten Judgment Knight of the Imperial Knights' Hall, but if this towering figure so desired, with a single thought, he would lose everything without a doubt.
"Oh, you dare not? So you really have something to hide?" The figure beneath the giant statue of the knight on horseback asked indifferently.
"No... no, I... I just..." The Second [ Slaughter Knight ] felt a pang of anxiety, unsure how to explain.
"Alright! No need for explanations! Hmph, you all know my taboos. Anyone who dares to extend their tentacles into the Imperial Knights' Hall must be prepared for annihilation... Do you really think I know nothing about this matter?" The imposing figure suddenly turned around, a strange black mask beneath his long golden hair obscuring his face, but a chilling light shone from his sky-blue pupils. "It seems the Knights' Hall has been quiet for too long. Some have forgotten those bloody lessons of the past. Second Knight, why are you making things difficult for King of Chambord? How dare you openly disrupt the fairness of the duel on the testing ground in front of tens of thousands of people? Do you intend to challenge the majesty of the laws promulgated by His Majesty Emperor Yassin?"
The second [ Slaughter Knight ] was shocked and quickly ducked to the ground.
"Hmph, the Imperial Knights' Hall Judgment Knight because of your actions!" The tall and imposing figure turned and walked towards the distant gate of the hall amidst a series of footsteps. His crimson cloak trailed on the smooth, mirror-like floor, like a rolling river of blood flowing through the hall.
" Second Knight, Fourth Knight, Fifth Knight, your actions violate the code of chivalry. You are to be imprisoned in the Black Prison for thirty days. Third Knight, Sixth Knight, Eighth Knight, you are also to be imprisoned in the Black Prison for ten days!"
Even after the figure shrouded in the blood-red cloak disappeared, his voice still echoed in the hall.
No one dared to question such an order.
"Yes, sir!" The six men knelt down to receive the order.
Suddenly, a red flame flashed from the ground, enveloping the six people. The once smooth and hard ground softened as if it were a swamp, and the six people gradually sank into it, quickly disappearing from sight. When the red flame disappeared, the six people's figures vanished completely.
The entire hall suddenly vanished, leaving behind an indescribable emptiness and coldness.
Inside the main hall, hundreds of stone pillars, carved with various knights wielding swords in battle, stand majestically, recounting tales of the past, some ancient, some tragic. In the very center of the hall, two hundred-meter-tall white knights on horseback, swords drawn, stand out prominently. The statues exude an indescribable aura of justice and compassion. However, the white stone greatswords in the knights' hands seem to be stained with something black, like patches of rust.
On the watchtower of the main gate of the vast and magnificent city wall of Saint Petersburg, the capital of the Empire.
The young Imperial God Andrei Arshavin silently gazed at the towering Number One Sword-Testing Platform No. 1, three miles away. His gaze pierced through the thousand-meter distance, focusing on the figure with outstretched arms embracing the world...
The young God of War was surrounded by a group of armored warriors standing respectfully and attentively.
An inexplicable sense of oppression filled the air.
"Unbelievable, truly unbelievable... His strength has reached such a terrifying level. Could there really be such an incredible, heaven-defying genius in this world?"
Arshavin gently stroked the cold city walls with his palm, a surge of emotions he himself did not understand churning within him. The Imperial God, who commanded the Empire's First Guard [ Iron-Blooded Camp ] and was always ruthless in his bloodshed and with a heart as cold as ice, suddenly felt an unprecedented turmoil and complexity in his heart.
"When we first met, he was just a little King barely reaching the Five-Star Class Initial Stage, resorting to such low-class means as feigning death to survive. Who would have thought that now he would be a rising star, capable of fighting the four Judgment Knight single-handedly without being at a disadvantage? King of Chambord, King of Chambord..."
The Imperial God raised his head and remained silent.
He recalled Princess Tanasha's earlier suggestion, and felt a pang of regret, but he had to admit that his wise and resourceful sister had once again been right.
"Before nightfall, in my name, send a congratulatory gift to King of Chambord to celebrate his victory in the duel!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
The area around the Number One Sword-Testing Platform in the Twenty-Mile Camp.
The cheers continued.
The King of the various vassal states, their brows furrowed with deep sorrow, slowly departed under the protection of their guards. The figure on the testing platform had instilled in them an overwhelming sense of despair and powerlessness. Everyone understood that after this battle, King of Chambord Alexander's mandate would surely shake the entire Zenit Empire. Among the 250 vassal states under the empire, no one could now rival the King this small, sixth-rank vassal state.
No, perhaps there is one!
[ One Sword ].
The legendary, elusive Prince of the first-class vassal state of ' Winterfell Kingdom '.
This young Prince, who was almost universally recognized as the number one expert among the 250 vassal states, always kept a low profile, but his reputation was not low. Since his debut, he had fought more than a hundred battles, large and small, without ever being defeated. In particular, five years ago, during a border battle of the empire, he single-handedly killed a six- Star-Rank Warrior and a prince of the Spartak Empire Spartak Empire, which was surrounded by more than a thousand swordsmen from the Zenit Empire's nemesis. This battle made [ One Sword ] famous throughout the world five years ago. Later, [ One Sword ] devoted himself to training, and his strength became more and more unpredictable, but he made fewer and fewer moves. No one knew what level he had reached now.
Now, I only have One Sword, enough to fight King of Chambord.
The King of the vassal states left with their own thoughts, but this did not stop others from worshipping King of Chambord, especially some warriors from the vassal states. Most of them were low-ranking warriors, some of whom had not even reached the Star Class. They lived in ice and fire every day, walking on the edge of death, using their only life and their own flesh and blood to seek a city of life for themselves and their loved ones.
People like them, even in the various vassal states, were only of low status. In the Azeroth Continent, the strong were revered, and today's duel on the Number One Sword-Testing Platform was nothing short of a mythical battle for them. The sky full of energy, the flaming longswords, the roaring black flame serpents, the blood mist, the crystal fist imprints containing all the power of fists under heaven, the dazzling sword energy, the lightning-fast, graceful figures... all of this was a test of their imagination. Before this, they had never imagined that the destructive power of a master could reach such a level!
Driven by their worship and fanaticism for the strong, they lingered in their fervent excitement, unwilling to disperse.
Among the crowd, some burly young men from a fierce clan, clad in animal-hide battle robes, gazed up at Sun Fei with shining eyes; some slaves, draped in tattered robes, knelt on the ground, praying as if worshipping God of War; and some warriors who had touched the edge of becoming Star-Rank Warrior sat cross-legged on the spot, sensing the slightest trace of the aura left behind by the powerful figures in the recent battle, hoping to gain something and break through the bottlenecks that limited them...
About a hundred meters from the testing platform, in a crowd, a figure wearing a clean linen cloak stood still. He was slightly thin, but stood straight and quiet. The surrounding noise and the pretentious figure on the testing platform seemed out of place with him. He did not exude any unusual aura, nor did he show any fluctuations of Dou Qi or magic. However, the crowd around him seemed not to see him at all, and no one came up to ask him a question.
How dare you ignore me?
On the sword-testing platform, Beyoncé, the pride of the Big Family, stared at Sun Fei incredulously, as if he were a monster.
"Hmph, King of Chambord, I'm giving you one last chance. If you hadn't demonstrated some strength today, why would the Dean Family have accepted you, the King of a mere sixth-rank vassal state?"
Dean Cazorla, the genius boy from the Dean Family, pointed at Sun Fei with immense pride and a cold, threatening tone.
Sun Fei had an urge to slap these two arrogant and ignorant ancestors across the face.
He had seen countless idiots in his two lifetimes, but he had never seen one who clearly came to beg for help yet acted as if he were giving a handout. Had these so-called geniuses really lost their minds after living such pampered lives for so long?
"Huh?" Sun Fei's eyes suddenly lit up as he spotted a familiar figure below the sword-testing platform.
The young Byzantium king.
The young King was looking at him with the eyes of an idol worshipper. Sun Fei keenly noticed that the young King seemed to have undergone some interesting changes compared to their chance encounter the night before. This change made Sun Fei's eyes light up, and he nodded in satisfaction.
A thought suddenly occurred to Sun Fei: he felt a surge of desire to nurture and help this young king, who shared a similar fate with him.
First update.