Consciousness gradually recovered.
When Char opened his eyes again, what came into view was a spacious and magnificent church.
He saw a glow like the morning light rippling above the church, with a sacred and pure aura.
I was born into a certain sect.
Judging from this holy temperament, it should not be the kind of cult that will turn its believers into a bunch of twisted flesh and blood that only praises ashes if they disagree with it, but an organization that believes in the righteous God.
Holy Theocracy?
No, if this historical remnant really occurred before the creation of the Holy Calendar, it should not be called the Holy Kingdom, but the Dawn Cult.
In Char's hand, he unconsciously grasped the worn-out mechanical pocket watch.
There was no way he couldn't be vigilant.
...
...
After all, it is different from the historical echoes that entered the ancient country of Cang Ting before.
Before he entered the historical remnants of the ancient country of Cang Ting, he had collected intelligence for several years and had already made sufficient preparations.
However, Char knew nothing about the historical remnants of this place called "Esgania".
Who knows if his treacherous Tongzi will directly put him in a dangerous situation where he is sure to die at birth.
These days, there are many male protagonists in online novels who are thrown into prison, or even burned at the stake or beheaded at the guillotine right from the start.
However, after observing for a moment, Xia Ya's hand that was tightly holding the pocket watch relaxed slightly.
His initial identity in this world was not that of a person to be tried for heresy.
Rather, the Templar Knights.
To be more precise, he was an apprentice knight who had just reached adulthood and was about to be granted the title of Templar.
…
Inside the spacious and magnificent church, there were about seven or eight young men who looked to be in their early twenties, some wearing cloth clothes and some wearing metal knight armor. They lined up in a neat row in front of a bishop in a white robe, with expectant looks on their faces.
They are all the most outstanding apprentice knights in this country.
The worst one among them was already at the third ring, while some older apprentice knights had even reached the fourth ring.
They are now gathered in the Dawn Church in Esgania, waiting to be canonized as Templar Knights.
"Name?"
"Crabbe Malfoy."
"age?"
"Twenty-one."
"According to the custom of the Church, I will test and baptize your faith through the Holy Relic of the Dawn."
"If you are just an ordinary believer, then it doesn't matter if your faith is not so pure."
"But the Templar Knights are the sharpest blades in the Lord's hands, so they naturally need to undergo the most rigorous tests."
The white-robed bishop's expression remained unchanged.
In his hand appeared a holy object in the shape of a badge, emitting a light like the morning star, which landed on the forehead of the young man in knight armor in front of him.
The young man had a trance-like look on his face and was lost in thought for a long time.
After a moment, the glow of the morning light faded, and the white-robed bishop spoke calmly: "Your faith is not pure enough to become a Templar Knight."
The young man's face turned pale instantly, but he didn't dare to say anything in rebuttal and left sadly.
Everyone takes the test, some are happy, some are sad.
Soon, it was Char's turn.
“The last one.”
The white-robed bishop raised his eyes slightly, and when he saw the black-haired, black-eyed, cloth-clad young man in front of him, his expression relaxed a little.
Candidates who are qualified to become Templar Knights can be roughly divided into two types.
First, he was born into a local noble family that believed in the dawn of time, and received a good knight education in a wealthy family since childhood...
Because these candidates have the resource advantages of their family, their strength, equipment, and pet rank are mostly good, but their disadvantage is that their faith is often not pure enough.
The other type is orphans who have been adopted by the Holy See since childhood because of war or famine and have been without parents.
These people do not have the support of their families, and the Holy See will only provide the most limited resources, so their current strength and rank are often not obvious, but they generally have good talents.
Moreover, because he was taken in by the Vatican since he was a child, his faith is more devout.
As for the way to distinguish the two, it is also very simple. Those wearing knight armor are basically children of nobles, while those wearing cloth clothes are orphans taken in by the Holy See.
In troubled times, metal armor is a scarce resource.
Compared with those apprentice knights from noble families, the bishop undoubtedly prefers the latter.
Especially the black-haired boy in front of him, who, despite being in such poverty, had already reached the fourth ring at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and his talent was undoubtedly revealed.
"You have been adopted by the Church since you were young. You do not have your own names, but are referred to by numbers instead."
"However, now that you are about to become a Templar Knight, it is a bit inconvenient not to have your own name."
"Have you thought about what name you want to give yourself?"
Such a classic orphan opening, but I like it.
Come to think of it, have I already had three orphan starts in a row?
Xia secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, he didn't do anything fancy like writing his name in the family genealogy this time. If you really asked him his name, he wouldn't know anything.
During this time, he had secretly observed the entire scene in the church.
This church was very large. According to Char's understanding of the Vatican, it was large enough to be called the Cathedral of Dawn... Its size was second only to the Holy See, which was the headquarters of the Vatican and was located in the center of the Holy See.
A Dawn Cathedral of this level usually has a legendary cardinal in charge, and the white-robed bishop in front of him alone, according to Char's perception, is already at the level of a six-ring title.
If any flaws were revealed in front of them, it would be quite troublesome.
Xia thought for a moment and said, "Then...Jesus?"
Anyway, he had made up his mind this time that he would never use Char Eggot's real name in the remnants of history again.
It’s best not to reveal your original appearance easily.
Otherwise, given Tongzi's level of evil, if he makes a mistake in operation and is sought revenge by his enemies like the ancient country of Cang Ting, then they would be doomed.
This was the era before the creation of the Holy Calendar. If there really were people from the remnants of history who could survive to the present time point...how powerful they would be, even Char couldn't imagine it.
Sylvia's long white legs might not be able to protect herself.
The white-robed bishop recalled for a moment and said, "There was once a priest with this name, but he was poisoned by a spy from the evil cult at a young age and died young."
Wow, someone has the same name as him. No wonder he died early.
Xia complained in his mind: "Then... Zeus?"
The bishop in white robes took out a plain list and flipped through a few pages: "Someone has taken it before, and died from being struck by lightning when he was in his thirties."
"Chaos?"
“Yes.”
"Odin?"
"Yes, it was a knight who was stabbed to death by the enemy during the battle."
Char's face was filled with black lines, and he felt as if he had been in a previous life and had been constantly reminded of the same nickname in the online game where he was asked to give the same name.
"Cain."
"That's fine."
"Apprentice Knight—Cain."
The white-robed bishop looked at Xia in front of him and spoke slowly.
"Although I have confidence in the purity of your faith, according to convention, you must also undergo the test of the Relic of the Dawn before becoming a Templar Knight."
"The entire Vatican, including me, has high hopes for you. Please don't let us down."
You have great confidence in my faith, but I myself have no confidence at all.
Xia secretly complained in his heart, but on the surface he still looked righteous and awe-inspiring: "I will definitely live up to the Bishop's trust."
He wasn't too worried about the test of the so-called Holy Relic of Dawn.
After all, the so-called holy objects are actually not much different from the pollutants of evil gods. They all just carry a trace of divinity.
Although as a holy object of a righteous god, it is undoubtedly stronger than those half-baked false gods and evil gods, but Char has even faced the half of the Old God of Dusk before, so he is experienced in dealing with such divinity.
The white-robed bishop held up the holy object, and the faint light of morning light shone on Char's forehead.
"What do you think the God of Dawn is?"
A gentle yet unquestionable voice sounded in his ears.
This is a question that directly faces the soul. For ordinary third and fourth ring test takers, the questions asked by the holy object will suppress their subjective consciousness and allow them to directly give the most real answers from the bottom of their hearts.
But facing Char, a veteran who has played around with countless pollutants and is also a beastmaster specializing in illusion, the effectiveness of this deterrent is greatly reduced.
Xia cleared his throat and spoke devoutly in his heart.
"In my heart, He is the Lord who created everything, the God of all gods who is omniscient and omnipotent, and the source of all greatness."
“He is One and All, the Beginning and the End.”
"He is higher than the stars, older than eternity, the King of the sky, the Emperor of the sea."
“He is the moment and eternity, the everlasting light in the darkness, and the starting point and end point of all things. All souls in the world will eventually return to His embrace.”
Xia's eyes were clear: "When we walk in this world, it's like walking in His kingdom."
Xia felt that the gentle holy light was apparently frozen for a while.
After all, this is just a ray of divinity of the morning light instilled in the holy object. The original purpose of asking this question was just to confirm the purity of faith.
Generally speaking, as long as the person being tested includes praise and worship of the God of Dawn in his answer, he will pass the test.
This was the first time that Char's answer was so brilliant. This was the first time that the divinity residing in the holy object had been heard.
Even just understanding these exaggerated descriptive words was a bit difficult, and I was a bit stuck for a moment.
However, soon, the divinity in the holy object relaxed from its sluggish state and asked the next question according to the inherent process.
"There are other beings in this world who call themselves gods. The other true gods... even false gods, evil gods, or demigods who claim to be gods... What is their status in your heart?"
This question is designed to test whether the subjects have been bewitched by other evil gods and whether their faith is single-minded and devout.
"There are indeed other so-called gods in this world."
"Some gods control thunder and storms, some control agriculture and fertility, and some control dusk, night, and even the scorching sun. Laws..."
Char's reply was heard.
Such an answer made the divine being slightly dissatisfied.
Obviously, he was somewhat benefited by the previous compliments, but I didn't expect that he was still such a fickle guy.
The Templar Knights are already considered middle to high-level officials of the Holy See, and the God of the Dawn naturally does not allow his followers to have multiple beliefs at the same time.
This ray of divinity was just about to announce the failure of the test.
However, the next moment.
Char's answer once again froze the divinity in the holy object.
"The power that the gods speak of—"
"Destruction, storms and thunder, the passing of sun and moon"
"Even destruction and rebirth are just cycles in this small world."
"Three thousand small worlds like this make up a medium world, and three thousand medium worlds make up a large world."
Char imagined a handful of sand in the ocean of his mind and let it flow down like a waterfall.
"As for the number of great worlds, they are as numerous as the grains of sand in the Grand Sea, and the infinite land that contains so many great worlds -"
"It was created by my Lord, the God of the Dawn."
…
The divinity in the holy object is numb.
He imagined the "three thousand worlds" and "infinite lands" described by Char, and felt a little confused for a moment.
Does my true self know how awesome He is?
If it's really that awesome, then is there any need to collect beliefs step by step? Wouldn't it be better to just push through all dimensions of the universe?
Inside the church, the white-robed bishop was also paralyzed.
It was the first time that he saw this holy relic used to test the Templar Knights. It was able to shine for such a long time without going out, and for a moment he even wondered if there was something wrong with this holy relic of the Dawn.
But then he immediately suppressed this disrespectful thought. How could there be any problem with the holy object given by the Lord?
But no matter what, this also shows that Char has passed the test.
"So, from today on, Cain, you are a member of the Templar Knights."
He looked at Char and couldn't help but say, "Given your talent and the special circumstances during the test, it would be a bit of a waste of your talent to stay in the Cathedral of Esgania."
"The Holy Court is more suitable for your development. Do you want to go to Florence?"
Xia's eyes lit up.
Finally I heard a familiar place name.
Florence is the future capital of the Holy Kingdom and the location of the Holy See.
And if he remembered correctly, the Holy See was established in Florence, about a few decades before the establishment of the Holy See.
In other words, the time period of this historical remnant should be within a few decades before the establishment of the sacred calendar.
"I grew up in Esgania. Florence is too far from my hometown. I have no intention of leaving my hometown."
Char spoke.
"However, I have been busy with my knight training and rarely had the opportunity to learn about what happened inside Esgania."
"So, I would like to ask the Bishop some questions."
…
Half an hour later, the white-robed bishop left with satisfaction.
As one of the major military agencies of the Holy See, the Templar Knights have a very high status.
The Templar Knights Templar have a status that surpasses that of an ordinary cardinal.
The talent of this young Templar Knight named Cain was visibly outstanding, so he was naturally willing to spend some time making friends with him.
And during the pleasant conversation, Char was able to find out the information he wanted.
Now is indeed the last dozen years of the old era before the establishment of the sacred calendar.
And Esgania was the name of the future empire's territory in the old era.
The situation in Esganiya today is extremely complicated.
It used to be a prosperous kingdom, but more than ten years ago, a prince named Vortigern rebelled against his own brother.
In order to usurp the throne, he did not hesitate to borrow the power of the abyss, allowing countless abyss creatures to run rampant on the land of Esgania.
However, although he relied on the power of the abyss to overthrow the old king... Vortigern suffered from the corruption of the abyss, and his behavior of relying on the creatures of the abyss to harm the people was also resisted by the people of Esgania, who called him a "despicable king."
Therefore, although he now occupies the royal city together with the abyss creatures, rebellions are rising one after another throughout Esgania, and various princes are ruling their own territories, which together with the roaming abyss creatures have created a world of disaster and chaos.
In addition to Vortigern and the local rebellious nobles, there are two other forces in Esgania.
On one side is the Dawn Church.
Either to suppress the creatures of the abyss and restore order, or to gather faith... But no matter what, the Church of Dawn and the nobles who believe in it have indeed established a pure land here where the people can live and work in peace.
On the other side is the "Millennium City".
As well as the vampires in the Millennium City, who, although born in the abyss, do not seem to be on the same side as other abyss creatures.
…
"Should I say this is a proper mission? It's really different from a novice mission..."
Char sorted out the information he had gathered through chatting in his mind.
The remnants of the history of the previous Principality of Cang Ting, in fact, all the plots only took place within the capital of Cang Ting, and the real villain with a name and a surname was actually the traitor Norton.
Moreover, everything that happened in the Principality of Cang Ting, except for the birth of Sylvia, the Lord of the White Tower, was actually just a small episode for the entire Western Continent, and there was not even any legend involved.
This time, the historical echoes of "Esgania" have suddenly become more complex and difficult.
The humble king Vortigern and the creatures of the abyss, the Church of the Dawn, and the blood clans of the Millennium City.
And there was the Knight King who would make a brilliant appearance in history, and eventually unify the troubled world in the darkest era and establish the Foresta Empire.
Since Xia had never heard of the blood clan of the Millennium City, nor the name of the humble King Vortigern in later generations.
Then there is no doubt that in this chaotic conflict, they all became losers in the end.
Xia's thoughts moved slightly.
The next moment.
Lines of text appeared on the azure light screen in my mind.
[The Remnants of History - Esgania]
[Mission Objective 1: Let yourself be cursed for eternity in this historical remnant. The higher the negative legend you gain in the end, the higher the mission reward will be.]
[Mission Objective 2: Obtain the favorability of important figures in the historical reverberation, and convert it into hatred value before the historical reverberation is settled. The greater the difference between the favorability and hatred value, the higher the mission reward]
I knew that this b Tongzi was not a good person.
Xia's face darkened.
It is worthy of being called the Destined Villain System. It is forcing me to be infamous for eternity.
Also, the favorability and hatred value of that important person...
Since it is the historical remnant before the founding of Foresta, the most important figure in this historical remnant is undoubtedly the Knight King who founded the Foresta Empire.
Fortunately, he specially prepared the vest of Cain. Otherwise, if the echo of history came true, and the news of his playing tricks on the former emperor of the empire spread out...he and Xiao Ai might have to pack up and run away from the imperial capital.
That is to say, if Char remembers correctly.
This former emperor of the empire who bears the title of Knight King should be a man...
Moreover, in history, this Knight King had indeed passed away, not missing like Sylvia.
It seems that I don't have to worry about being chased across time and space and chopped by a hatchet like last time.
But when I think about it carefully, why do I feel a little regretful?
Char's thoughts moved slightly.
The next moment, his gaze paused slightly.
Because Char saw a new line of text.
"The Fourth Soul Contract (Char Eggot)"
"Unlocking condition of Soul Contract information: Experience a real death once."
…
Silent Forest.
This is a sparsely populated forest, where high-level magical beasts roam.
But few people know that the world-famous Shadow Council headquarters is located here.
In the deepest part of the Silent Forest, in a dark garden next to a lake.
Augustina, wearing a layered yet simple black dress, suddenly raised her eyes and looked towards the south of the continent.
That is the capital of the most prosperous nation of mankind - the Forrestal Empire.
No one knows the exact origins of the leader of the Shadow Council, the "Queen of the Night".
No one knows why such an ancient and mysterious legend gave up the wealth and glory that was within his reach, and instead chose to live in the shadows, collecting and selling information and accumulating gold coins day after day, year after year.
But at this moment, Augustina's dark eyes were shining brightly.
Her white fingers held a small and exquisite wine glass. The red wine in the glass was bright red, reminiscent of scarlet blood.
After a long time, Augustina finally let out a sigh.
There was a hint of laziness and inexplicable melancholy in the sigh.
"A thousand years later..."
"Can you still remember me..."
…
Golden Plains, White Tower.
"I know that you, Tower Master, have made up your mind to leave, and you will not be shaken by my persuasion."
"Whether you admit it or not, in the hearts of every White Tower resident, the White Tower belongs to you alone, and I am merely the gravekeeper who manages it on your behalf."
The deputy master of the White Tower, the "Silent Singer" Isvida, looked at the witch in front of her and spoke calmly.
"In that case, it would be a good idea to use this opportunity to bring the White Tower into the fold... The situation in the Foresta Empire is relatively stable now, and the royal family has an absolute upper hand. With the help of your power, the White Tower can form an alliance with it and make the White Tower famous."
"We also want to avoid lying dormant for too long. Outsiders will think that we are just a group of academic organizations that can only teach and educate people but are powerless."
"In fact, there are factions in the White Tower who are like Fioren, who are tired of peaceful life and want to experience battles to improve themselves... This time, we can take advantage of the opportunity to build a branch tower in the imperial capital to give them some opportunities."
"Your Majesty, are you listening?"
Isvida stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Sylvia.
She waved for a long time, and the silver-haired witch in front of her, who was staring blankly in the direction of the imperial capital, suddenly came back to her senses as if she had realized something.
The expression of the Blue Silver Witch returned to her usual indifference, but there was a faint blush on her pretty white face.
Pale golden words appeared in the void: "I am listening"
Listening to a ghost.
Isvedah was speechless for a while.
If it is said that when the Blue Silver Witch had just awakened, she and Fioren were indeed extremely shocked by the frozen dusk, they were extremely terrified of this Blue Silver Witch who walked out from five hundred years ago.
But after spending many days together, she found that the unparalleled status of this Cang Yin Witch, who was now famous throughout the Western Continent and could kill the Legendary Rose Emperor with just one word, was gradually collapsing.
Not only would he be distracted from time to time during conversations, but he also spent most of his time looking in the direction of the imperial capital.
There was even one time when Ishvedah accidentally saw her own Lord of the White Tower using the power of dusk to paint a portrait of a black-haired boy. He hastily destroyed it when discovered by outsiders, and refused to admit it when questioned.
She's totally a girl in love.
But if you think about it carefully, it is true. Apart from the time when she was sleeping, Sylvia's experience and mentality are just that of a girl in her early twenties.
By this calculation, Ishvedha and Fioren themselves are the real old aunts.
On the other side, Sylvia ignored Isvida's wild thoughts.
"Let's talk about it later."
The graceful figure of the Blue Silver Witch suddenly faded and then disappeared in the glow of dusk.
The next moment, he appeared in his room.
She was still gazing at the distant sky, staring blankly in the direction of the imperial capital.
On the table, the thick diary was spread out again, with beautiful yet messy handwriting appearing rapidly on it.
And in Sylvia's mind, she was still recalling the previous feelings over and over again.
"Even if I'm just a white cat in Char's eyes... But that's too... too..."
Although she wanted to keep a pet to guard the house, given Sylvia's feelings for Char, how could she feel at ease with only one pet?
The white cat is actually the product of her spiritual power manifesting in reality.
Or to be more precise, the spiritual power contained in the white cat is actually greater than that in her body in the White Tower.
Come to think of it, Char didn't actually do anything to the little white cat that Silvia left behind.
It's nothing more than hugging, touching, caressing, and rubbing cheeks...
Char had done the same thing before when he used Silver as a pillow.
However, when this feeling is synchronized...
Just a moment of recollection, Sylvia's fair cheeks turned red all the way to her ears.
That's right, relying on the love accumulated over the past five hundred years, Sylvia successfully disguised herself as an old driver full of aggression and desire.
But in the final analysis, Sylvia is just a pure virgin at heart.
I have absolutely no experience in this area.
Correspondingly, although Xia is also a pretender to be an experienced driver, he at least has Xiao Ai to give him benefits every day. Except for the last step, he still has no lack of other experience.
As a result, Sylvia's image as a strong old driver was immediately ruined.
Of course, if necessary, she can also completely cut off this perception and only retain the information she needs.
But for some well-known reason, Sylvia certainly didn't do that.
If she hadn't wanted to get closer to Char by using her identity as a cat, she wouldn't have lied to Char and said that what she left behind was a pet, instead of directly pointing out that it was her spirit.
"And... what Char-nii-san said to me."
"ride……"
"Cowgirl position, face washing, good morning, etc...."
"Actually, you just need to tell me clearly... I don't mind it myself."
At this moment, the messy and sloppy writing on the diary suddenly stopped.
"A brand new wave of historical echoes..."
The pretty eyebrows on the pale face of the Cang Yin Witch were slightly wrinkled.
Although he was saved by Char through the Echoes of History, and his life was given new meaning.
But precisely because they had been caught in the rain, they had to tear apart other people’s umbrellas and then kick them hard into the ditch.
Since you have already crossed the river, there is no need for the bridge to exist. You must cross the river and demolish the bridge.
After all, Xiao Ai was the one who came here first... After witnessing everything at the dinner party and personally feeling Xia's unshakable feelings for her in the spirit world.
In Sylvia's heart, she has actually been able to accept Aurora's existence.
However, if other women imitated her and did the same to her again, she would never tolerate it.
This must be investigated thoroughly!
…
The imperial capital, Camelot.
In a unique mansion on the hills outside the city.
Isadela was concentrating on reviewing proposals and information under the light of the magic lamp.
One after another, iron-blooded and cold orders came out of her mouth and were quickly transmitted to the entire empire through special channels of the military.
Then, the powers that originally belonged to the royal family but were usurped by the old nobles, as well as the territories and industries that had lost control, were taken back little by little and brought back under the control of the royal family.
As the second princess, Isadella knew very well that she could not afford to be too soft-hearted now.
Now that Guderian Borgia has died suddenly and the White Tower has been built, the old nobles are leaderless... It is the best time to launch a large-scale attack and reunite the empire, which was originally falling apart and on the verge of collapse.
If we don't seize the time to launch an offensive now, once the old nobles have recovered their breath, we will be stuck in a long tug-of-war again.
But, it was at this time.
Isadella paused slightly while reviewing the intelligence.
She gestured slightly.
The next moment, several figures in the shadows quickly retreated.
After dismissing the servants and guards around her, Isadella turned her attention to the source of the abnormality.
Her thoughts moved slightly.
The next moment.
The brilliant golden sword appeared, and the bright and clear starlight illuminated the dark sky in the distance.
Over the past two years, she has been trying to fully revive the holy sword and unleash its full power.
In this way, Isadella can also use the feedback from the Seventh Soul Covenant to cross the boundaries of the throne in one fell swoop.
Although the Silver Witch in the White Tower also holds the throne, she is an outsider after all. Even though she is friendly to the Empire because of Char, she is ultimately not considered a force of the Empire itself.
Only when Isadella herself breaks through the throne, can the now shaky empire be said to be truly stable.
However, no matter how hard she tried, the last restraint on the holy sword could never be truly released, and it was difficult for her to take the last step.
But at this moment, Isadella clearly felt that the restraint of the holy sword was shaken.
She calmed her mind and put her mental energy into the soul pact with the holy sword.
Immediately afterwards, Isadella felt her consciousness being enveloped by an ancient and mysterious force.
The next moment, an eternal river emerged beside her.
Is the law of time involved?
Isadella was slightly startled, but did not resist.
Instead, she let the vast mystery transformed by the holy sword carry her forward in the illusory river, drifting unsteadily.
After a long time, the illusory river slowly faded away.
What comes into view is a brand new world.
She felt like she had entered a completely new world that did not belong to the current time and space, but was extremely real and clear, as if it were another dimension.
Isadella closed her eyes slightly, feeling the passage of time around her.
After a long time, she opened her eyes again, and divine light flickered in her beautiful red eyes.
"The rings of time show that this was nearly a thousand years ago."
"That is, the end of the old era, before the founding of the Foresta Empire."
"Given the power of the Star-made weapon, it is not surprising that the complete form with all thirteen restraints released has the power to touch or even rewrite the laws of time and space."
"It's just... why did the holy sword suddenly release the last restraint and bring me into such a strange world?"
"So, the last time the Holy Sword revived was during the turbulent times a thousand years ago..."
"Could it be that this final test of restraint is to make me personally experience the path that the previous owner of the Holy Sword, the late Emperor, had walked?"
"To test whether I can do better than the late emperor at the end of the old era when disasters were rampant."
Isadella's mind raced, and she quickly made a judgment.
If ordinary people heard about the test represented by the last restraint of the holy sword, they would definitely feel timid.
The founder of the Foresta Empire——
Knight King.
That is a person who truly lives in legend.
A hero who ends the darkest and most chaotic world, a savior bathed in glory.
The ever-victorious god of war, the symbol of chivalry's glory and virtue.
That military achievement is unparalleled in the world, and the glory is incomparable. It spans ancient and modern times and is immortal.
If we talk about the current reputation and fame in the Western Continent, only the "Golden King" Rhine, who opened up the sacred calendar, is qualified to be compared with him.
That is a myth that makes countless legends feel ashamed.
However, Isadella calmly allowed the great mystery of the holy sword to slowly immerse her consciousness into this world.
"Too."
"Everyone says that I am the person closest to the late emperor in the empire's nearly thousand years of history."
"He is the Lord of Restoration who has the opportunity to revive the empire and restore its former glory."
"Then let me see my ability as a king."
…
When Isadella opened her eyes again.
She only felt that the huge and mysterious holy sword had disappeared.
Instead, there are fleeting images before my eyes.
Those are fragments of memory.
Soldiers shouting and killing, blood rising into the sky, swords and spears clashing, and horses neighing.
And the scorching glow of magic and pet skills.
This is the land called Esgania.
The old king was overthrown by his brother named Vortigern and the monsters in the abyss.
Thus, the once peaceful and tranquil Esgania turned into a vast disaster land in an instant.
The disordered monsters from the abyss are rampant in the world, slaughtering lives and feeding on human flesh and blood.
A city called the Millennium City was built, located deep in the quiet forest.
The arrival of the vampires also attracted the attention of the Dawn Church.
At that time, the Church of Dawn had already made its mark on the Western Continent, established the Holy See in Florence, and gradually built a fragmentary order on the chaotic continent.
However, even the Holy See had a hard time facing the monsters from the abyss that were spread all over Esgania.
They were only able to establish a somewhat orderly alliance of towns with the cathedral as its core, but clearing the territory and putting an end to the chaos seemed a distant dream.
This is the worst of times, but it is also an era when heroes emerge.
One knight after another made a name for themselves in this disordered and stricken land, saving the victims, pacifying the tides of monsters, and achieving their own merits.
And Isadella's body in this world grew up little by little in such an environment.
High hopes were placed on Isadella since she was young. For some reason, Isadella's adoptive father had high expectations for her, hoping that she would become the king who pacified the chaos in Esgania.
However, in such troubled times, it is difficult for a female king to win the support of the people.
So, while receiving rigorous knight training since childhood, Isadela was also taught the skills of disguising herself as a man.
In the eyes of outsiders, she is a handsome and beautiful young knight.
The days passed like this.
Until this day, Isadella felt that the accelerating time and space suddenly began to slow down.
Isadela's self-awareness was also revived. She was no longer a bystander, but was able to participate in everything personally.
at the same time.
Two pieces of news came from the surrounding towns.
One good and one bad.
The bad thing is that the roaming abyss monsters seem to have formed a monster tide, which has already defeated the outer cities and may invade this area at any time.
The good news is that a prophecy has been circulated.
"He who pulls out the sword that is stuck in the stone."
"He is the future king of this land."
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