Chapter 135 Whose Knife is Utilized
"Bang!"
One person who was thrown away was accompanied by a series of other knights who staggered and lost their balance in order to steady the person who was flying towards them.
Tang looked at the knight beside him who was barely keeping his balance, and then glanced around. One-third of the knights had already fallen to the ground and could not hold their swords tightly.
He fixed his serious gaze on the gray-haired man holding a sword in front of him.
Arnold, Knight of the House of Caisley.
He is very strong.
No wonder he could become the only personal knight of a great nobleman as a commoner.
But where is the Marquis of Casely?
"Do you know what you are doing?" Tang asked tentatively. After hearing the news that the knights had rebelled at the main gate, the Royal Knights in charge of the east gate quickly prepared to go over for support, but they did not expect to meet someone they had never expected.
Arnold's brown pupils calmly reflected Tang's scrutiny. He shook the blood off his sword and did not answer.
Not long ago, Isidore received an urgent message from Kaharun. In order to find out the message, Vifiya had to take him to a deserted place. After all, they did not intend to make the magician's identity public.
The Knights once again surrounded Arnold, and some of them ran towards the Council Palace at Tang's command.
The other party was afraid, and the other party was waiting, so no one took the first step for a while.
All that was left in everyone's ears was the sound of people running.
"Everyone, how can you run around like this?" Vifiya's disapproving voice suddenly came from behind.
Arnold's legs, which he had secretly exerted force on, suddenly turned and kicked backwards, and he jumped up.
Tang suddenly pulled out the dagger from his waist and threw it at the exposed back of the knight in front.
"Zheng──" Faster than him was another dagger. It missed Arnold and knocked Tang's dagger away in a place no one expected.
The dagger, having lost its momentum, spun rapidly in the other direction and hit the neck of one of the knights surrounding Arnold. He covered his neck and struggled, blood gushing out like a fountain.
Everything happened so fast that by the time Tang came to his senses, Arnold had already stepped over the bodies of several people and arrived at Vifiya's side safely.
Vifiya retracted the hand that had thrown the dagger, quickly drew the long sword from her waist, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the knight who was trying to provide support.
After all, they are the Royal Knights. Even if they are just small knights, they are much more difficult to deal with than those Vifiya has encountered before.
Fortunately, she has been practicing swordsmanship hard recently.
Although her swordsmanship was not as good as other knights, she was very sensitive to danger in the past. She was sure that it would take a lot of effort for ordinary people to hurt her, not to mention...
The blade of the longsword was covered with a layer of almost invisible red smoke, which was closely connected to the bracelet on her wrist.
She cannot use Valega's power openly, but she can ask for help from the god of her hometown. Since magic power can be attached to an ordinary sword, can His power be attached to it?
Vifiya wasn't sure whether God's power and magic belonged to the same category, but it was worth a try.
The swords shone brightly, and the sharp irons collided with each other, making a harsh crackling sound.
Warm blood splattered on the cold snow, and the white suddenly turned red, then melted and became sticky, blurry, and bloody mud.
The knights who went to support the Council of State fell one after another.
Tang suddenly felt that something was wrong. He should step forward and stop them. This was his duty.
but……
Why would he stop them?
The indifferent pupils finally changed.
He carelessly glanced at the subordinates who once stood before him, now bleeding and silent. Among them, those who used to look at him with eyes full of jealousy, dissatisfaction, and admiration...
Fate had caused them to be born in Iscana, bestowing upon them male bodies, the weight of nobility, and favors that were enough to override most people.
All the blood mixed in their noses is the only thing left in this world after they lost the preference of fate.
When the smell dissipates, they will truly disappear from the world.
"Captain." Despite the heavy casualties, Tang hesitated to give orders. The deputy commander beside him spoke anxiously.
"Captain." The knights around him spoke hurriedly, hoping that their captain could give them new orders.
After all, a long time ago, from the moment they joined the Knights Templar, the first rule they had to follow was that the Grand Master of the Knights Templar was appointed by the King, and no one in the Knights Templar could disobey the Grand Master's orders.
After several urgent calls, Tang seemed to come back to his senses from the red and the agile figure that didn't look very tall.
It was not that he could not guess why they stopped him from going to the State Council Palace for support, nor was it that he could not guess why the rebellion at the main gate would occur.
A noble from another country openly shed blood in the palace of another country. The answer is obvious: someone invited them to participate in a riot.
Who invited you?
The answer is more obvious.
Avril François.
His eyes blinked slowly. A long time ago, from the first time he saw Avril, when he was in the monster-killing team, from the first time he saw her take action, he was sure that she would not be content to be just the king's sword.
In fact, he doesn't care who is king.
His gaze fell steadily on the deputy captain. Actually, this deputy captain was sent by the king specifically to monitor him.
Tang said nothing and looked again at the two figures that were becoming increasingly clear in the snow. None of the knights over there could stand anymore.
He had to admit that Arnold's talent in swordsmanship and the unexpected Marquis of Casely were able to stop most of the knights with just two people, although some of them were also tired from training.
The deputy captain turned his head left and right to look at the dead knight and suddenly realized something. Disbelief filled his face and he looked at Tang in shock, the man who became the captain of the Royal Knights at such a young age.
He took another step closer to him angrily: "Don Moore! You..."
The man opposite gloated over him, and the deputy captain's remaining words got stuck in his throat. Tang then said playfully, "You just realized it."
All along, this so-called deputy captain would always secretly make things difficult for him, and would also use his position to win over other knights in an attempt to correct his mistakes.
Idiot, you don't really think that he can become the leader just by leaving the Knights Templar, right?
The little bugs weren't worth spending too much time on, but having a group of them buzzing around him was annoying.
And now, such a good opportunity is in front of him, how can he miss it?
"You..." Before he could finish his words, the hand that was trying to draw the sword just clenched tightly, and a long sword behind him had already hit his vitals. The last thing he saw in the world was Tang Youxian's smile.
Tang raised his hand and moved his fingertips, and the remaining members of the Knights pointed their swords at those who supported the deputy leader.
There was a lot of noise over there. Vifia and Arnold stopped their swords. She didn't know why they suddenly started fighting among themselves. The knights surrounding them had been eliminated.
Vifiya moved a little closer to Arnold and whispered a direction in a voice loud enough for him to hear. She said to him, "You go over there and leave this place to me."
Arnold tilted his head towards her, probably guessing that was Isidore's current location, and that something must have happened to Cahlen.
As if she knew his hesitation, Vifiya said, "We're almost there."
Her eyes were so determined, and it was her order again. He glanced at the knights on the side, nodded, and ran quickly to the place she instructed.
Vifiya looked around vigilantly, gripping the sword tightly in her hand, and her eyes met with Tang's as he leisurely watched the knights killing each other.
Avril's plan was actually very simple.
There are three gates in the Padica Palace. Someone will be in charge of the main gate. It just so happens that the guards on duty today are the easiest group to deal with.
She and Isidore were in charge of the Royal Knights at the East Gate. As long as they could hold out until Avrilte arrived with the Prince's army, it would be enough.
The remaining door was solved by Avrilite herself.
Vifiya calmed her somewhat rapid breathing. She wondered why the most elite Royal Knights were not guarding the main gate. Avril had already given them the answer that day. It was entirely the king's own fault. He believed that the knights stationed should not be fixed in one position all the time, as they would become tired. This led to the current situation of taking turns to guard the place.
Don stepped over the dead knight's body without a care.
Although Vifiya was worried about Kaharun, her expression did not change.
Tang stopped a few meters away from her. He looked at the blood-stained Vifiya. His heartbeat became faster and faster, and he smiled slowly.
It's true that he likes her, but so what?
He retracted the sword in his hand, opened his hands, and showed his harmlessness. He asked the hostile girl in front of him, "Let's talk?"
There was a flash of light in the red eyes, and the girl smiled innocently and refused firmly: "No."
She stared into Tang's eyes and smiled playfully, "Captain Moore, shouldn't you thank us?"
She is not stupid.
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Arnold nimbly missed the fleeing slaves and servants in the palace and walked into the abandoned corner of the palace, where Isidore was waiting for him.
The direction indicated by Vifiya was obvious and not difficult to find.
The abandoned palace, which had not been visited for a long time, was overgrown with weeds, and moss lay on the stones by the pool, and no one cared.
Isidore was standing in front of the pool and he walked quickly over.
Seeing him coming, Isidore got straight to the point: "Kaharun was taken away by his stepmother's son. His life is not in danger for the time being. Vifiya and I have discussed the church and you will go there."
Hearing that Kaharun was fine, Arnold nodded. Now was not the time to ask more questions, so he hurried over. Isidore could reach Vifia as quickly as possible.
Isidore extended his hand, his fingertips gleaming with light, and the teleportation array spun rapidly beneath Arnold's feet. He added, "I'll take you to the location the Ninth Princess had scouted in advance."
The person in front of him disappeared with the light of magic, and Isidore ran towards Vifia without hesitation.
"The King and the Pope had a close correspondence for a period of time," said Avril, who had discussed their plans with them that day. "I suspect he's collaborating with the Pope. In the worst case, he's borrowing troops from the Pope."
Auelite was not sure about this matter. In fact, it would not take long. As long as she could hold on until she killed the king, even if the reinforcements from the Holy See arrived, they would not be able to do anything to her.
Isidore suppressed the slight irritation in his heart. He couldn't tell whether it was because he heard about Kaharun's accident, or because he couldn't directly deploy the magic circle to Vifia.
In fact, there is another way to avoid exposing the magician's identity. Just kill all the people present who should not know, and there will be no worries.
He could do it, but it was clear that he couldn't do it for the time being.
He sensed the movement of his own magic power until it stopped at the place they had agreed on.
Inside the solemn church, the clergy walked back and forth leisurely.
Even though there were some bad news coming from the palace, their daily lives were not affected at all. As long as there was no order from the Pope of the Segarot Empire, then everything had nothing to do with them.
In the empty prayer room, unnoticed by anyone, a circular light appeared silently. Arnold stood still, holding the hilt of his sword, and looked around.
It is now time for evening prayers to end. According to Iskandar customs, no one is allowed to appear in the prayer room or around it until tomorrow morning prayers.
Arnold walked lightly. Even with Aulite's assurance, he still did not let his guard down. When he reached the door, he suddenly heard a rustling sound, followed by the sound of people talking in low voices.
As his eyelids fluttered up and down, he seemed to have an idea in his mind.
He changed into a position that made it easier to hear, and gently pressed against the door, his eyes as calm as ever, and his movements as natural as an ordinary believer coming to pray.
Those who appear in deserted corners where they shouldn't be at this time always appear with secrets or have impure motives, like him.
Those were the voices of two men, one annoyed and the other impatient, with accents from the Segarot Empire.
"What's wrong with him? His Holiness the Pope just issued a new canon law, and he publicly supports men who beat women?"
"What a busybody."
"Just take care of the broken crown agreement."
"You think you're great just because you're a magician."
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