Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 371 Persuasion
Fifty miles outside the main gate of Rodel North City, Godwin took the golden spear from Widdam and inspected the three thousand Sun Knights who belonged to him.

These are the three thousand most elite cavalrymen in the Scorching Sun Legion, and perhaps also the three thousand most elite cavalrymen in the world at this time.

Three thousand men all rode top-grade dragon-scale horses with the blood of superior flying dragons. Each man had four horses, and both the men and horses were wearing heavy golden armor. There were dozens of master-level protective arrays engraved inside the armor, and all kinds of customized weapons were flowing with the blessing of divine power bestowed by the Golden Prince himself.

When Godwin personally went into battle, each of the three thousand Sun Knights was able to display a combat power close to that of a hero, and the twelve best Knight Guards among them were comparable to the Crucible and Kalia.

"Knights..." Godwin rode forward, the light of the morning sun shone on his golden armor, and the golden prince's godly majesty bloomed freely.

"Follow me!" he said calmly.

When the most noble bloodline of the Golden Family, "Rider of the Sun" Godwin, led the army in person, without any morale-boosting actions, this group of the most powerful knights in the world were willing to die for him.

Bang—three thousand knights slammed their breastplates together, making a thunderous roar.

"The Everqueen will bless us, and the supreme Elden Ring will protect us."

Godwin recited the prayer before the expedition. This was the last step that had to be completed before the army set out, and it was also the tradition of the Golden Dynasty for the past fifty years.

The warriors firmly believed that no matter how powerful the enemy was, their lord would lead them to victory.

After this battle, the living will enjoy supreme glory, and the dead will return to the roots of the golden tree under the protection of the magic circle, and then be reincarnated as golden people.

Suddenly, halfway through chanting, Godwin felt an extremely severe heart palpitation, as if something unpredictable and horrible was happening.

The next moment, the sun that had just risen from the horizon suddenly dimmed for a moment, and Godwin's heart, which was pounding with blood, suddenly shrank. The uncontrolled divine power rushed left and right in his chest, and a mouthful of blood suddenly surged up and spurted out from the corner of his mouth!

"Your Highness!"

Led by Widam, several of the closest Sun Guards rushed forward. However, Godwin was not worried about his own injuries. Instead, he looked back at Rodel in panic, his eyes piercing through the golden canopy that emitted endless light and piercing the Elden Ring on the stone stage.

"I'm fine, there's something wrong with the ring," he whispered in disbelief.

As if to confirm his conclusion, countless people inside and outside the city who looked up at the sky because of the sudden change in the sun were horrified to find that the giant golden tree rooted in the center of the world, which had been emitting a constant, warm light for decades, suddenly began to wither large leaves!
"Malika above!" Countless mortals trembled and prostrated themselves on the ground in the streets and alleys. "What a blasphemy!"

"This is a disaster brought down by the Supreme Will. It is the insanity and the withering of the golden tree."

"Great Supreme Will, please forgive us mortals."

"Everyone, disperse throughout the city immediately!" Godwin turned around and shouted, "Widdam, take a hundred people and follow me into the Eternal Palace. The rest of you will wipe out all those who are taking advantage of the opportunity to cause chaos in the city. Anyone who intends to rebel will be killed!"

After all, the Sun Knights were elite warriors who had been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations. After a brief panic, they quickly regained their senses and immediately responded with a loud voice.

A hundred riders galloped towards the Eternal Palace, and Godwin's face, still stained with blood, was full of anxiety.

He was very clear that a large part of his strength came from the direct blessing of the magic ring, and the injury he just suffered was only caused by the recoil caused by the abnormal operation of the magic ring.

But if even he was injured, what would happen to his mother, whose fate was directly linked to the Circle of Magic? Or even worse, if it was his mother's illness that caused the turmoil in the Circle of Magic, she must have been in an extremely dangerous situation! As the third person in the Golden Dynasty, Godwin was one of the few people who knew that his mother and Radagon were at odds with each other. Although he was not as clear as Lucia that the two were half of each other, Godwin also deeply understood that the dispute between the God and the King of the Golden Dynasty was by no means a simple political dispute as the world knew.

It is a life-and-death war, and it can only end when one side is completely defeated and falls from the throne!

If time permits, Godwin would prefer to end the war in the most gentle way possible after taking full control of the dynasty. His mother would not be harmed at all, and Radagon would have the opportunity to retain his position as a hero and enjoy the rest of his life with the achievement of pacifying the West.

Even the current chaos in the north was nothing more than a minor problem in Godwin's eyes. The reason why he planned to lead the army in person was to wipe out the chaos with lightning speed and further seize the center of power by virtue of the achievement of pacifying the north again.

When he returns with his success, the nobles of the New Party will definitely not dare to form cliques to obstruct his fiefdom plan, and when the younger generation of demigods have grown up in their respective fiefdoms, he will be able to lead them to establish a new era of order.

However, at this moment, the magic circle was unstable, the mother's condition was unclear, and the balance between God and the King was gone in an instant.

Godwin suddenly squeezed his horse's belly, and his charging figure turned into a golden meteor. The spiritual pressure of a peak demigod poured down on the whole city like a tide!

He wants to warn all the rebellious people who dare to take risks at this moment that the struggle between God and the King must not break out at this time and in this way. Whoever dares to raise a hand at this juncture will have his hand chopped off by him!

"Go away." Radagan lowered his eyelids, as if he was too lazy to even look at the ministers who were trying to persuade him to advance.

"As a subject, you must not exceed your duty," he said calmly, with a hint of fatigue in his voice. "Malika is not only my wife, but also a god that all of you should defend with your lives. I don't want to hear any voices asking me to seize the opportunity to replace her - this is the first time I warn you, and it will be the last time."

He raised his head, his eyes seemed to penetrate the tightly closed palace door, looking at this huge city that had experienced decades of wind and rain. The thunderous horseback sounds were gradually approaching, and the expressions of His Highness's New Party ministers were becoming more and more anxious.

"I advise you all to leave here as soon as possible. Otherwise, even if I want to forgive him, he won't let you go."

Under the throne, a group of New Party nobles led by Duke Kellyr exchanged glances with each other, forced themselves to suppress the resentment in their eyes, bowed deeply to Radagan, and then retreated quickly as if escaping.

They all understood the danger of this night. Only with Radagon's approval would they have the confidence to support the new god. However, they did not expect that not only would Prince Godwin, who was rumored to be at odds with the queen, return so quickly, but Radagon's attitude would also be so firm.

If they do not know how to advance or retreat, these loyal officials who have devoted their lives to fundamentalism will become traitors who deserve to be killed by everyone.

"This opportunity is rare." Before leaving, Duke Kellier turned back and said softly, "Your Majesty, you missed it today. I hope you won't regret it in the future."

Watching the old figure disappear outside the Palace of Eternity, Radagan sighed softly, with an inexplicable gleam in his eyes.

Duke Matthews Kelly is 72 years old this year. He has already enjoyed the utmost honor as a subject. As long as he does not learn from Duoris and touch the forbidden zone without knowing the consequences, the hereditary dukedom is enough to guarantee the prosperity of his family for a hundred years.

He knew that what the Duke of Kelly sought was not personal achievement, but to truly realize fundamentalism throughout the world in this lifetime.

But that's not how it works. The vision of ordinary people is still too shallow.
"Your Majesty, Prince Godwin has arrived and is seeking an audience outside the palace." After the attendant reported, he added in a low voice: "The prince and a hundred Sun Knights broke into the capital, wearing armor and holding weapons. It seems that they are coming with bad intentions. Your Majesty, do you want to summon Lord Otopis to guard the palace?"

Radagon raised his hand to stop the attendant from speaking, and said with a smile: "Otobis is also an old man who followed the previous king. If Godwin really has ill intentions, what's the point of inviting him?"

"There's no need to have him come here to meet me. Tell him that Marika's condition is extremely dangerous. Ask him to escort her to the Stone Stage with me, heal her injuries, and rebuild her magic circle."

(End of this chapter)