Chapter 424: Sigh, can we reconcile?

The Roland Arena was in turmoil and shock.

In the final of the Knights' Conference, Ye Zhi defeated Hastings and became the Supreme Knight of the Midgard Continent, destined to become a legend that will go down in history!

The huge noise covered the entire venue like a tide.

Hastings' mind was blank.

The piercing and sharp tinnitus drowns out everything like white noise.

His eyes were blank, and the scene of Yeats's straight punch coming straight at him kept replaying in front of his eyes.

Powerless.

Tremble.

fear.

Without even realizing it, Hastings knelt on his knees in front of Yeats, his angular and stern face under the broken helmet showing a trance and confusion.

Apparently, Yeats showed mercy at the last moment.

Otherwise, there is no way I would be spared.

Even in the duel with me, Yeats can still control himself?

Hastings' face was filled with bitterness and complex wrinkles. He raised his head and looked at the young knight who was facing the sunset.

"Why..." Hastings's Adam's apple rolled, and he spoke in a hoarse voice with difficulty, "Why don't you kill me?"

"Mercy is the virtue of chivalry."

Ye Zhi looked down at the man in black armor who was kneeling on the ground. After a pause, he said calmly, "Of course... I prefer to call this virtue..."

"Martial virtue."

The knight's mercy for the weak?

So this is why I survived?

An invisible impact force surged in Hastings' chest.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and he felt inexplicably relieved.

Is the fact that the God of Light is loved by all gods closely related to his virtues that are as warm as the morning sun?

God…loves the world.

At this moment, Yeats standing in front of him is no longer someone he can reach!

A trace of sincere respect and fear flashed in Hastings' eyes. He lowered his proud head deeply, revealing the surrendering posture of a defeated general.

"Thank you very much, Your Excellency the Duke—"

Hastings tried hard to control the ups and downs of his voice. He was surprised to find that the fear that had troubled him in the past had disappeared.

He was afraid that after he stopped fighting, he would be dragged back to the past that he couldn't bear to recall.

Afraid of losing the duel, he would fall from the high altar and fall into the abyss of despair and darkness.

but.

It wasn't until he faced failure that Hastings realized it wasn't so scary after all.

Because... there is a figure who has already walked on the road far ahead.

The pursuit of his back - became the source of overwhelming fear, courage and fighting spirit!

"I sincerely look forward to the next duel with you."

Hastings switched to honorifics, speaking humbly and in a low voice.

"Do you still want a next time? This is the closest he has ever been to defeating both of us!" Zuanya complained.

Hastings was not a fanatic, and because of his unsuccessful start, there would inevitably be a rift between him and the top leaders of the Vatican after this battle, which was exactly what Yeats was happy to see.

Without paying any more attention to Hastings, Yeats walked towards the aisle of the arena amid the thunderous cheers and praises, thinking to himself:

"Now that you have won the Knights' Tournament, you can retrieve the 'Golden Sword' Juvayus."

"After you obtain this sword, try to contact the King of the Wild Hunt."

"With my current strength, I should be qualified to understand the real reason why the Lorraine Empire fell apart..."

Grandstand, noble box.

Champagne glass shards were scattered all over the floor, reflecting the ambiguous and colorful light of the magic hanging lamps.

The long-haired man sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. He had calmed down from his previous violence, his face was frosty and his eyes were gloomy.

Hastings... lost to that Yeats Bronte? And it was a humiliating defeat!

It would be better if he died in the ring, at least he could save his face.

However, he actually knelt down before Yeats in front of tens of thousands of people!

What was he thinking? Was Yeats's attack traumatizing him, causing his intelligence to decline?

Cesare raised his head and gulped down a glass of champagne. He was filled with anger and gnashed his teeth as he said:

"How can I explain this to my father... Not only did I fail to bring back the fragment of Longinus, but I also damaged the reputation of the Church!"

Although it was expected that Hastings might lose the duel.

But Cesare couldn't control his emotions after such an ugly defeat.

Is it true that no one in the Church can cure him? Must my father do it himself? Thinking of the figure standing in the shadows, with an unrecognizable face and wearing a long loose robe.

majesty.

great.

As if omniscient and omnipotent...

Cesare shuddered deeply, his entire body felt as cold as if he had been immersed in ice water. He hissed with cold air and said to himself in fear and difficulty, "No, I can't let my father handle this matter... Once he is completely disappointed in me, nothing will be able to be undone!"

He forced himself to calm down and used the teleportation technique to contact Famula who was far away in the Papal States.

"Hastings lost."

Cesare said in a complicated tone: "And, I lost miserably."

"I saw it in the video stone."

Famula's indifferent voice sounded.

"Hastings has no chance of defeating Yeats Bronte with Arenil."

Although he was reluctant to admit it, Yeats was able to obtain the legendary artifact "Arenil", which really caught Cesare off guard.

Originally, Yeats and Hastings were equally strong, and Hastings could not be weaker than Nephthys. However, the emergence of Arenil directly raised Yeats's power to a new level! Cesare frowned and said, "Raphael has always been by your side. Did he send down any oracle?"

"Raphael just said that if Hastings has any psychological or physical injuries, he can be asked to solve it, but how to deal with Yeats Brontë will have to be decided by ourselves." Famula said coldly.

Cesare seemed to see his father's disappointed and indifferent face before his eyes. He felt extremely painful inside and said in a low voice:

"Hastings is no match for Yeats... Apart from asking the College of Cardinals to intervene, there is only one solution left."

"What?"

"Borrow the power of the nightmare demon Abaddon."

Cesare smiled and said, "With the help of the power of the devil, Yeats will be trapped in an endless nightmare. There is no way he can escape."

There was disgust in Famula's voice.

"As a clergyman, you actually said something so heretical as collaborating with the devil... Cesare, are you kidding me?"

"Of course, it's to ease the atmosphere!" Cesare laughed with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

There was a stalemate between the two for a moment, as if they were calculating against each other, and Famula was the first to break the silence.

"This duel, at least, was not fruitless."

"oh?"

"Yezhi Brondi, he is most likely the Chosen One of Dark Night." Famula said.

"What did you say?!"

Cesare stood up from the sofa with a look of disbelief in his eyes, and asked:

"You mean, Ye Zhi, the Chosen One of Moonlight, and Sherlock, the Chosen One of Dark Night, could be the same person?"

"Although there is no complete evidence, all the clues put together are enough to explain a lot."

Famula said coldly: “First, Ye Zhi has a close relationship with the Goddess of Mist, so it is not surprising that he can disguise his identity.

“Secondly, Ye Zhi is not afraid of conflicts between divinities. Even if he becomes the chosen one of Moonlight and Dark Night at the same time, his life will not be in danger.

"Third, I saw a familiar shadow in the duel between Ye Zhi and Hastings... It looked very much like the spearmanship of Queen Xiao Se Ye Mou."

"In short, Ye Zhi is most likely the chosen one by the Moonlight Goddess and the Dark Night Goddess, two powerful gods!"

Cesare took a deep breath.

Dark night and moonlight have always been in opposition.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

If a human being could be chosen by these two goddesses at the same time and survived unscathed, it means that he has created an unprecedented feat! If Famula's speculation is true, then Yeats's backing is incredible.

The Dark Night Sect, the Moonlight Sect, the Mist Sect... He alone was involved in countless connections and connected to the many forces that were secretly resisting the Vatican.

It can be said that Yeats, by his own strength, can become the spokesperson of the gods in the world.

Just like the Son of the Trinity.

What Yeats symbolizes is the fallen God of Light! How much impact will the existence of such a human being have on the future of the Church? Cesare was unsure, and did not want to alarm his father. He was silent for a long time, and suddenly spoke:

"Famula——"

"Do you have an idea?"

"I just mentioned it casually... I mean..."

Cesare said cautiously, "How about we reconcile with Yeats?"

The corner of Famula's eye twitched and she asked back, "What did you say?!"

"I'm just making an analogy. Think about it, when our missionaries were preaching in the North and the Aegean Sea, didn't they also compare the Son of God to the incarnation of the God of Light or the King of Gods?"

"We might as well make Yeats a clergyman, just like Joan of Arc was given the title of a saint, and let Yeats be revered by the world as a saint."

"At worst, we can make him the patron saint... This will be much easier than confronting him head-on, right?"

Cesare slowly laid out his plan.

It may sound strange at first, but it is a common practice for one pantheon to recruit the gods from another system.

Famula heard the strong sense of fear behind Cesare's plan and sneered, "Reconciliation? At this moment? You must be joking!"

"I thought that Hastings, who was once chosen by the God of War, could remove the seal of the Knight of War and become the one who holds the power of war under Apocalypse—"

"But judging from the fact that he knelt before Yeats, he had lost the qualifications to compete with Yeats."

Famula paused for a moment and said, "I will try to uncover the seal of the War Knight... If I am still alive by then..."

"I will give him back his due."

Thinking of the poisons that his father had forced him to drink since he was a child in order to uncover the seal of the Plague Knight.

Cesare's teeth chattered. He took a deep breath and whispered:

"As long as it doesn't alarm my father...anything is fine!"

*The Kingdom of the Golden Lion, Lundu.

Secret Realm of Avalon.

The elegant and dignified blonde queen stood beside the sparkling lake, with a majestic lion standing beside her.

Theresa's eyes sparkled with a bright and joyful light, and she spoke softly to the lake:

"Father...Yeats defeated Hastings!"

"He is already the most powerful knight on this continent and the glory of the Golden Lion Kingdom!"

The fighting lion in the scorching sun was majestic, with its mane fluttering in the wind. It looked up at the clear sky with a deep sense of wonder in its heart.

Ye Zhi's growth rate has reached an incredible level...

Half a year ago, he set out for Roland to participate in the duel tournament. At that time, he was still far behind Hastings.

But now, he has won a glorious victory for the Golden Lion with a crushing victory! "I have ordered people to build a triumphal arch in the capital, waiting for the return of the Duke of Honeysuckle."

Queen Theresa looked determined and said, "He will become the most important person in the Golden Lion... and together with me, he will decide the future of the Golden Lion Kingdom!"

Rune Island, Mage Tower.

Kendela was dressed in a white robe, leaning on a wooden staff, reading a book in the library in the tower.

From time to time, someone would come up to him and whisper a congratulations.

Kendra has locked himself in the library for half a year in order to study plane studies... How to protect humans from being enslaved by other more powerful races when the plane channels between heaven, hell and the human world are opened is the problem that Kendra is currently worried about.

Out of curiosity, Candela made some inquiries and found out that it was his student, Yeats, who had just won the Roland Duel Tournament and defeated Hastings.

Who... Yeats? Defeated Hastings? Kendra was bewildered.

On the trip to Walpurgis, wasn’t Yeats still at the level of the third ring?

In other words... Ye Zhi can now not only open a domain, but is also the most powerful knight on the continent?

"What an amazing progress!" Candela was moved.

Compared with Yeats's talent, Candela, as his teacher, couldn't help but feel ashamed! With such excellent students, there was no reason for the teacher not to continue to work hard... Candela was deeply moved and immediately immersed himself in studying in the library.

The final has come to an end.

Yeats's victory in the Knights' Conference caused a sensation throughout the empire.

The lord of the City of Puppets, Archduke Rudolf, was assembling puppets in his study. When he learned about this, his hands trembled and he almost broke the puppet he had assembled. He secretly thought that he had a unique vision.

"I have long seen that the Duke of Honeysuckle is a knight unrivaled in the world!"

Northern Province, Wake Harbor.

When the news reached Golden Lion, it happened to be the Thomas family's dinner party.

Little Thomas looked at the fat Thomas who was eating voraciously and said with emotion: "Father, it's all thanks to you for being good at adapting to the situation back then..."

If you don't join the Duke of Honeysuckle, you'll probably end up planting potatoes outside the Great Wall!

Thomas glared at his son.

"What do you mean by changing one's attitude according to the wind? This is called knowing how to be grateful!"

"We must always remember the kindness of the Duke of Honeysuckle!" Thomas scooped a large spoonful of stewed mashed potatoes and said with satisfaction, "Otherwise, there would be no stewed potatoes to eat!"

Roland Kingdom.

Sapphire Manor.

As for the final champion prize, the golden sword Juvaius, Louis had asked Violet, the leader of the Dragon Eagle Knights, to personally escort it to Yeats Manor.

Looking at the jewel-inlaid scabbard in front of him, Ye Zhi rubbed his hands, his eyes shining.

"The legendary holy sword... let me see how valuable it is!"

"Wait a minute!"

Mammon said, "First, let me count the number of gems on this scabbard and estimate the price!"

As a familiar, Mammon already knew the reasons and consequences of Ye Zhi's participation in the competition, and suggested:

"Aren't you going to give the golden sword to the King of the Wild Hunt? You can still keep the scabbard. It's worth a lot of money!"

Ye Zhi was slightly surprised.

Greedy Demon, you are quite frugal! (End of this chapter)