Lanhuadis 47

Bang!

The so-called king's domain blockade of Anton Hal was crushed to pieces by the pure king's might that descended upon him when the nine patterns of Ning Ren were formed. He himself seemed to have suffered a serious impact and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood!

The forbidden spells prepared on the platform also disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Wendoline and the others lost their restraints, and exhausted, they supported each other to stand up, looking in amazement at the young man whose wings were gently flapping in the night sky.

"Xiao Qi..."

Antonhal also saw it, and he couldn't believe it: "Impossible..."

He was furious: "Impossible!"

He pointed at the young man in the sky, "How could you be the king! Felix wasn't dead when you were born! You can't be the king of my clan!!"

He had clearly made perfect preparations!

“You’re fake!”

Anton Hal tried to hold up his own royal power to fight against the nascent royal power, but it was like a firefly against the early sun, or snow against a raging fire, and it melted away completely.

The young king said nothing and made no move.

But the nascent royal power in him is still growing!

Under the cover of pure royal power, Anton Hal's skin began to rot strangely, clusters of blood and resentment emerged, and the ninth royal pattern on his wings was actually fading!

Antonhal howled in pain.

“Ahhhhh!”

"I am the king! I am the king!!"

"Felix! Why are you blocking my way? Your son is blocking my way too!"

His own son and brother were extremely pale. Even though they were not targeted by Wang Wei, as members of the Doyle family, how could their fate be any better?

The young king smelled the rotten smell, frowned, and raised his hand to his nose.

Wendolyn was the first to recover from her shock and kicked Antonhal down from the platform. The tribesmen below immediately made room for him as if they were avoiding the plague.

The ground was dirty, full of footprints from common people whom Antonhal considered lowly.

He was rolling around on it at the moment, his body oozing with red and black smelly blood, his facial features rotted to reveal his bones, and his exquisite and gorgeous robes were flattened and dirty.

Wenduolin swung the feather sword in her hand and shouted coldly, "The true king of our tribe has been born! Antonhal used forbidden techniques to kill his own people and defile the corpses of our ancestors!"

The feather sword pointed directly at Antonhal: "All these crimes are unforgivable!"

After a few seconds of silence, the people who had been forced or voluntarily come here suddenly shouted louder than before, their true feelings almost blowing the moon away: "This crime is unforgivable!"

"This crime is unforgivable!!"

Tonight is destined to be recorded in the history of King Lanhuadis.

They still kept their heads down, but their tears dripped into the dust. Lanhuadis finally welcomed its master, and they also welcomed their king.

The real king.

After the shouting, there was silence.

They were very nervous and frightened.

Because the young king in the night sky remained silent and silent for a long time, they wondered if it was because they had mistakenly recognized a criminal as their king that displeased their true monarch.

Finally, an old royal said tremblingly, "Please let our king take the throne."

After saying that, the young king frowned and uttered a word: "Dirty."

There was a commotion among the civilians below. Yes, the platform was stained with Antonhal's blood. How could such a noble king set foot on such dirty blood?

Ning Ren maintained his kingly demeanor, but was actually a little overwhelmed. He wanted to fly to the platform and stand with his brothers and sisters, but it was stained red with blood. He had obsessive-compulsive disorder and really didn't want to stand there.

His brother and sister seemed fine, but he wondered what to do next.

Woohoo.

A bit embarrassing.

But no one seemed to notice his embarrassment, and they were very worried that he was angry because of the dirty blood.

Many tribesmen even began to secretly wipe the ground under and around their knees, wiping away all the fine dust.

Carlos' heart was still surging, but he gradually calmed down on the surface. He glanced at the blood on the stage and said, "Just cut it off!"

He spread his wings, grasped the air, and a feather sword appeared in his hand. He slashed at the platform!

A very thin layer of the platform was cut off, and the rest of the people on the platform were also chopped down. Giddon and Horace fell down with pale faces and staggered to the ground.

The shaved wood chips from the platform happened to fall on the half-dead Anton Hal, and his screams seemed to become background music.

Carlos said in a deep voice: "Please, my king, take the throne--!"

Ning Ren breathed a sigh of relief, almost imperceptible.

The young king then flapped his wings and slowly landed on the platform. He looked at Carlos and the others, "Second brother, fourth brother, fifth sister, sixth brother... and third brother, are you all okay?"

The most shocked person was Xier Cheng.

This was the first time he met his youngest brother in the family. The younger brother whom he had been wiping eggshells for so long suddenly became the king of Lanhuadis.

Carlos' eyes warmed up, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he and Dorothea and the other three retreated back, further and further, until they were halfway below the platform.

The young king was left alone on the high platform.

The rest of the royal family members of the royal court were the same as them, flying in the air according to the number of royal patterns, which represented the level of their bloodline.

They all bowed to Ning Ren and said in a deep voice, "Greetings, my king!"

The civilians kneeling on the ground also shouted: "Greetings to our king!"

"Greetings to my king—!"

At the bottom are the common people, above them are the royal family, and at the top is the monarch.

The strict hierarchy of Lanhuadis is vividly reflected in the height and position of kneeling.

Three shouts, and then everything was silent.

Ning Ren felt the night wind flowing through his fingertips, bringing a hint of coolness. He swallowed the words of concern from his throat and looked at these tribesmen who bowed to him.

The king is supreme.

One word can bring death, and one word can bring life.

His previously calm heartbeat quietly accelerated. This kind of supremacy was addictive and fascinating, and his blood boiled. When he first grasped this authority, he felt the heavy responsibility.

The hands in his sleeves clenched quietly. No one was looking at him. Ning Ren took a deep breath quietly.

"Get up."

Only then did someone dare to move.

Carlos seemed to sense his discomfort and smiled slightly. "Your Majesty, I command the Third Army and am proficient in criminal law. Please hand Antonhal over to me for disposal."

Ning Ren: "Okay."

He really hadn't touched on this topic in his studies, so he could leave it to his second brother, but he needed to take the time to carefully read Lan Huadis's laws.

He hadn't forgotten the disgusting look on Gidden's face in front of the castle, and frowned as he said, "The entire Doyle family is under arrest, awaiting their fate."

Carlos: “Yes!”

At this point, the whole thing finally came to an end.

The old prince of the clan said, "King, should we activate the core temple of the royal court? You are not married yet, so you should live in the temple."

temple?

Ning Ren was slightly stunned. He really hadn't thought of this matter.

When kings of all generations were still in their eggshells, they were nurtured in the temple, where there was a set of professional procedures for raising cubs, teaching the kings how to use their innate skills, and there was also a place for them to work and live.

All kings lived there before they started a family.

After the king's death, it would be sealed and would be used again when the next king appeared.

Since Ning Ren has become king, it is only right for him to live there.

He nodded, "Enable it."

The old prince wiped his sweat and gently reminded: "Wang, please restrain your power for a while."

It was too challenging to speak to Wang Wei. Even though his old bones could bear it, the tribesmen below him could not.

Ning Ren fell into deep thought.

How should I deal with Wang Wei?

He quietly used his mind to retract his wings a few times, exerting force on the tips of his wings, but the cold sweat on the old prince's face did not decrease, but increased instead.

“…”

Honestly, he was originally from the Mi tribe, so walking was his natural instinct. Even being able to fly after spreading his wings was already quite talented; doing anything else was simply too much of a stretch!

Ning Ren was about to speak when his vision suddenly went dark and he passed out.

Wang Wei really consumed too much energy, and the pills he bought couldn't last him any longer!

During the dizziness, the whole person became smaller instantly. With a snap, the young man who had begun to show the temperament of a king on the high platform became the size of a palm and was buried in his own pile of clothes.

Wang Wei's power has been reduced a lot, but there is still a thin layer covering Lan Huadis.

This feeling is like the royal majesty of a king just after he hatches.

Wen Duolin was very experienced. She flew up to the platform and feared that her brother would suffocate to death, so she quickly pulled out a palm-sized baby from the pile of clothes. She paused, then wrapped her brother in a layer of clothes to prevent him from "running naked".

By the way, she corrected her 'disrespectful' posture of carrying things around the house and raised her hands high.

"The king is here."

“…”

“…”

And everyone, including the old prince, was horrified:

“Your Majesty—!”

-

Two days later.

The matter finally came to an end.

Anton Hal, the fake king who used the bloody forbidden technique to raise his power, had half of his body turned into pus under the real king's power, and was completely degraded to the level he originally possessed.

His strong physique allowed him to survive torture, and his tongue was pulled out because the words he spoke were too unpleasant and harsh.

Carlos wouldn't let him die so easily.

Xiercheng was also sent to the ancient castle for treatment. His body had been nailed by the long nails that restricted his mental power for too long, and his meridians were severely damaged. He could only rely on slow recuperation.

Recovery is just a matter of time, but the meridians may occasionally hurt in the future.

Qi Wen has a strong recovery ability. His crushed wrist bones have almost healed with the treatment of precious medicine.

The most difficult one was the patella, which was engraved with nine royal patterns and no one dared to handle.

Xier Cheng said gently, "Leave the patella to Xiao Qi and install a fake one for me. I'll need Xiao Wu's help with the fake patella."

Dorothea's nose was sour, and she grinned and promised, "Don't worry, Third Brother, I guarantee you'll look like a normal person!"

"Come here, Third Brother, here's some freshly brewed medicine."

Jamimi came back with a bowl of medicine.

Xiercheng finished drinking with a light cough, and the three of them looked towards the west of the royal court.

The temple was opened two days ago, and Xiaoqi was sent in. The eldest sister, second brother, and fourth brother followed in. Then more and more doctors went in, and there has been no news so far.

The entire royal family of the royal court was staring at the towering temple, eagerly waiting for any news to come from inside.

Oh my god.

They have found out everything clearly in the past two days.

Because of the influence of the Sky Crack, their king had been in poor health since childhood. He never spread his wings and was always sickly. From time to time, he turned into a cub due to lack of energy.

If the king really gets sick, then Antonhal will have to endure more torture than ten years!

The news that Wang Ting had inquired about was accidentally spread to the civilian areas outside, who were even more worried and frightened.

The tribesmen paid much more attention to the new king Ning Ren than to other kings when they first ascended the throne.

Antonhal incited his people and spread rumors to promote his image as a "savior". The fruit was ripe, and everyone believed that the next king would be the one to save them from the dire straits.

But Ning Ren picked the ripe fruit easily.

Moreover, Ning Ren's timely appearance completely destroyed Lan Huadis's dark rule for the next hundred years, virtually confirming his image as the savior in the rumors.

Some fanatical people placed the young man who suddenly appeared under the night sky on the highest altar.

So, God knows when they saw the king shrinking with their own eyes, they almost had a cardiac arrest and died of fright.

The king who has been awaited for more than ten years must not go wrong!

He then turned his hatred towards Antonhal and the entire Doyle family.

They spontaneously went to open places, kowtowed and prayed in the direction of the temple, worshiped the tall tower, and prayed that their king would wake up soon.

Because they remembered that the king did not like dirt, they all wore their cleanest and neatest clothes when they bowed down.

…

In the temple.

The palm-sized Wang was still catching up on his sleep, curled up in the comfortable cradle. He turned over, reached into the quilt, and scratched his slightly itchy little butt.