Black sail

Chapter 707 LXXXVII. The Sacred Laws of Sirodeil
The court sorcerer Eustaco was in charge of the Aran royal court's research on dragons. Apart from the special silver dragon that was stolen a year ago, they also had flying dragons as property.

Some of the dragons were also tamed.

Soloren Tartarus, the first prince of Aran, was keeping a close eye on the situation tonight, knowing that it would have a profound impact on the political landscape of Aran, as that person intended to have Phoenix completely replace him.

Solomon, even if he wasn't the leader of the anti-imperialists, was still the biggest anti-imperialist. Everyone knew about the eldest prince's rebellion, and the reasons for it were complicated.

Compared to the other princes and princesses, there is no doubt that Soloren inherited the most of the emperor's bravery.

The champion of each martial arts competition is sure to leave his mark and become famous in the region. Even if he fades into obscurity, there will still be people eager to visit his door.

The thirteenth edition was different; it was the only edition where the champion vanished without a trace, never to be found again.

It was also the year that Soloren officially broke with his father. He used the Thieves Guild's disguise technique to participate in the Continental Tournament under a false name, and he became the champion of the 13th tournament.

But the world is unaware of this.

Solomon was keeping a close eye on everything that happened tonight, especially after Lister and his group, who had just defeated Crocodile Island in Muron, brought Zote here.

But he never imagined that such a golden opportunity would come, and that it would be his turn to turn the tide.

He had to resolve this matter before that man arrived.

A crimson dragon with a wingspan of about twenty meters swept across the sky above the Continental Martial Arts Tournament site.

All eyes turned upwards, and upon seeing the iconic red dragon, anyone in the Aran court knew who had arrived.

Cicero's face was more grim than ever before; he was someone who should have been here even less than the emperor himself.

The expressions on the faces of the people on the military government's side varied.

Fafnir is no ordinary dragon; it is extremely rare. However, the reason why it has been delayed again and again is because the anti-imperialist elements have deep roots in the royal court.

Quite a few people were following Soloran.

Rumors also suggest that the eldest prince, Solomon, is even capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the emperor who once single-handedly annihilated a colossal extraterrestrial being.

Aside from the dragon disaster, where else had anyone at the scene ever seen a dragon?

The dragon corpse that the sect brought was actually the body of a remnant of the previous dynasty, but now, seeing a living dragon, everyone exclaimed in surprise.

"Holy crap! If I had that, I should be able to take down Lister!"

Glenn asked Garen if she could buy the golden dragon she had.

Garen was just embarrassed; this thing had two ends in Heaven's Harbor.

But the crimson dragon was terrifyingly powerful, stirring up gusts of wind that shook the heavens and the earth, and the flowers and gold foil that covered the scene flew wildly in the air.

The crimson dragon circled once in the air.

Finally, it landed steadily on the training ground.

The colossal creature was covered in scarlet scales, its claws were sharp swords, and its scales were armor. The moment it awoke, the heavens and the earth shattered.

It seemed to have been completely tamed, obeying the will of the person on its back.

Solomon leaped off the dragon, patted the red dragon's wings, and then the dragon flapped its wings and soared into the sky.

“You must be the champion of this tournament, Gerdley. The national duel... indeed, as you said, Lockhart is just weeding out some mediocre people. As the champion, you are qualified to initiate the duel.”

Solomon was tall and slender. Despite being the first prince of Aran, he dressed quite simply, in the attire of an Aran commoner: a grey plain shirt, black straight-leg trousers, and a pair of tactical boots.

But compared to Phoenix, he resembles the Emperor more in his features, with slightly curly black hair that falls to his shoulders, eyebrows that press down on his eyes, and an imposing, icy blue gaze.

In the drill ground.

All the top 16 contestants had already withdrawn, and the honor guard band, not daring to participate in the event, had long since retreated.

Needless to say, the Eternalists would love for the Emperor to die today.

Surrounded by a group of military government soldiers, Gerdrey showed no fear.

"and then?"

Gedley was unconvinced and didn't understand why Soloren had come.

Although Soloren was also an anti-imperialist, his vision far surpassed that of others.

Anti-imperialism is anti-imperialism, and Aram is Aram. He cooperated with Lostora, the Church of the Holy Spirit, and others, but each matter is separate.

The one who becomes king... can only be a maintainer of the current system, not a critic of it.

"The duel you initiated is valid!"

A duel between nations... is not to be taken lightly.

Substitute fighters should not be used.

But… for me, also a Tartarus, to act as the substitute fighter is in accordance with the sacred laws of Cyrodiil, a tradition of the Western Continent for two thousand years. Am I right, Kaden?

Solomon was quite unruly. Even though he didn't know Kaden at all before, he had to make a fuss about the news about the descendant of the Overlord after hearing about it.

Solomon, the first prince of Aran, as a substitute fighter?
The expressions on the faces of those present were varied and incredibly fascinating.

This action instantly blew Kaden's mind out of control.

But the Thieves Guild members all managed to hold their nerve, the Shadow Messenger instinctively kept his composure in all situations, and Kaden also managed to keep his composure in this ultimate moment.

"Yes, according to the sacred laws of Xirodiel, a tradition of the Western Continent for two thousand years, in duels between people of equal status, blood relatives can unconditionally act as substitutes."

Kaden immediately echoed, dazzled. Completely different from Phoenix, Soloren was incredibly manly, possessing... the aura of a human emperor, her future husband.

"In that case, as your substitute fighter, I will fight you fairly!"

Solomon said this.

The whole audience was shocked.

Most people actually believe that, given the recent behavior of the Aran royal court, it is impossible for someone like the emperor, who is at the pinnacle of world power, to do something so absurd again.

But what no one expected was that Gerdley... would actually have to fight to the death with the eldest son of the Aran royal family!

Cicero was speechless; Solomon was even less deserving of his presence than the Emperor himself!

But Gerdrey was not buying it.

"Ridiculous! Do you even have the power of your father? If you lose, Igfis will pass the throne to me, and the entire Aran Empire will be mine. You're not even the heir; can you bear that responsibility?"

Gedley will not duel with Soloren; he does not possess the power to establish a kingdom.

Just when everyone thought that Gerdley was about to stump Soloren.

but……

Solomon was an even more arrogant and domineering man.

"certainly!
My words have absolute force!

Solomon spoke without any restraint, adding, "You should understand that even if you kill your father and ascend to the throne of Aran, you can only sit on it for one day. Augustus and Cicero will kill you the very next day."

I am the rightful heir to the Aran Empire!
If you kill me here, I will give you all my property, land, servants, power, and the title of rightful heir, granting you legitimate power so that you can truly compete for the throne!
This is the true duel between nations!

"Commander of the Military Police, please draw up a written agreement that after my death, all my property will be bequeathed to this person, and I will escort him safely back to his country."

Soloren clearly possessed more of a commanding presence than Phoenix, his imposing aura leaving Phoenix, sitting on the special seat, speechless.

The Aran military police were clearly aligned with Solomon.

Fafnir...

Soloren received one.

Otherwise, the battle for Linden City and Miri Port last year would have been even more difficult.

"Since it is His Highness the Prince's order..."

The military police commander stood there with a written statement.

Gerdley wanted to say something more.

"Just as I said, I, also a Tartarus, will engage you in... a duel to the death."

But Soloren had already bitten his thumb open with his teeth, drawing blood.

at last……

The 16th Continental Martial Arts Tournament witnessed its most legendary battle.

(End of this chapter)