Successors of all mankind

"Alright, knight, let's talk about something else. Do you like theater?"

The princess didn't want to discuss those boring fellows; they instilled an instinctive aversion in her.

So she changed the subject and picked up a blank book instead.

She wanted to set a new standard on this, a great story about a princess and a knight!

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The princess and Yule were discussing the interesting stories about the Maltese family.

The people of the capital city came out of their homes in astonishment, constantly looking up at the fleet overhead.

There were so many of them that they covered almost half the sky of the capital.

The fleet was slowly moving from south to north over the capital, both out of respect for the capital's air traffic control and to demonstrate the military strength of the Maltese family.

As they passed through the clouds, their shadows slid across the street one after another.

"It's the Marty family's fleet."

Looking at the fleet's fluttering flags, someone said this.

"Where are all these ships heading?"

"I heard we're going to hunt dragons?"

Whispers spread along the street.

Some people started counting the number of boats, while others checked with each other to make sure they hadn't misread the flags.

Such a fleet is not common in a capital city that is usually peaceful.

However, that's all; it won't disturb their peaceful life.

This is one of the most beautiful places in the world, under the rule of the Glory King!

After leaving the air traffic control zone of the capital, Maltai's fleet accelerated toward the Great Ruins.

Delis Marty's younger brother, the bearded knight, was now glaring angrily at the increasingly distant capital.

And then, as the sun approached dusk.

Finally arriving near the slave town of Nor, he could no longer contain himself and roared in fury:

"My brother is really crazy, and so is Father. Why go to all this trouble!"

When others see that such a huge fleet belongs to their family, they can only feel proud.

He used to be one, but now the problem is, such a huge army, an army capable of destroying a country.

They were actually sent to ensure his successful dinosaur hunt...

And they came for a disfigured, lowly woman!

This made him feel extremely ashamed and humiliated!

After unleashing a torrent of curses, he looked at the high-ranking officers standing quietly behind him.

He cursed even more angrily:

"What are you all standing there for? Get moving! Find that beast and kill it! The longer we delay, the more of a laughingstock we'll become!"

"We've brought almost the entire military force of the Marty family!"

But the officers remained unmoved by his anger, merely bowing their heads slightly.

This made the mustachioed knight raise his eyebrows and say:

"Why aren't you moving? Can't you understand what I'm saying, or are you planning a rebellion?"

At the same time, he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

It was at this moment that a familiar yet utterly astonishing voice rang out from behind the crowd:

"I thought you would at least have figured things out by now, but I didn't expect you still haven't figured it out at all. You really disappoint me!"

The officers immediately parted to make way, revealing an elderly man in a wheelchair being pushed along by a young girl.

Just like that night, he was completely wrapped in a blanket.

However, his imposing aura was so fierce that it sent chills down the spine of the bearded knight.

This prompted the latter to hurriedly bow and say:

“Father, what are you doing here? And why didn’t I know?”

Duke Marty glanced at his son with disappointment, then looked solemnly at the ruins below.

The lingering glow of Byzantium, the swan song of Rome.

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He looked at his father standing next to him and said this.

The mustachioed knight paused for a moment, then looked with immense surprise at the enormous fleet behind him.

"Ah, I understand, Father. I finally understand!"

“Our target isn’t that useless woman at all! We’re here to have a legitimate excuse for our troops to be here!”

"Appearing on the ruins of Rome!"

At this point, the mustachioed knight excitedly walked to his father's side and pushed aside the young girl who was pushing the cart.

Leaning against her father, supporting him with his wheelchair, she leaned close to his ear and asked with overwhelming emotion:

"You found something, right? We've been searching for over a hundred years and found nothing, but now you've come in such a grand manner!"

"So this means you've found it? You know how to get the Byzantine legacy?"

One hundred years ago, the Byzantine Empire rose to prominence under the leadership of Justinian.

The other party's rapid expansion severely damaged the interests of the Maltese family.

However, since they did not actually touch their territory, the kingdom's fiefdom.

Therefore, Albion did not go down to the field directly, and Malty faced off alone.

His father and Justinian had been locked in a stalemate for over a decade, but in the end, he was defeated.

They completely abandoned the interests that had been encroached upon by the other party.

However, the battle between the two sides did not stop there.

They were also deeply involved in the fall of Byzantium!

Therefore, during the post-war partition, his great father noticed that what they, and indeed all the 'victors,' received was completely disproportionate to the size of this behemoth.

This led his father to conclude that Justinian had left behind a vast treasure for a rainy day!

In fact, they also found various clues in the ruins of the empire that could prove this inference.

However, they searched for over a hundred years and even participated in the illegitimate child battle thirty years ago.

But in the end, nothing was gained!

Such a long period of time made the Bearded Knight feel that he could no longer have any hope for it.

Unexpectedly, his father has now brought almost all of the family's military force to the ruins of Byzantium!

This is linked to the appearance of that damned Roman coward.

This made Little Mustache very certain that his father must have found the key.

They are ready to unlock the Byzantine treasures!

Hearing his son's excited voice, Duke Marty gave him a deep look.

Finally, he shook his head regretfully.

He had two sons. The eldest son inherited some of his wisdom, but the younger son was not very clever.

Fortunately, his personal bravery still bears some resemblance to that of his ancestors.

He was content with both literary and martial skills, even though they were only sufficient for his needs.

Justinian was too greedy, and under the instigation of that evil holy relic, he cultivated one brilliant but equally dangerous successor after another.

He believed that this would guarantee his empire's longevity after his death.

But what is the reality?

Upon his death, his descendants, along with equally greedy elders, launched a civil war over the throne.

Everything is ruined.

Everything is going just as that evil holy object desired—it's all over!

Then it turned into these ridiculous things at their feet.

Duke Marty's gaze passed over the fence and landed on the large ruins below.

The ruins of Byzantium can only be seen in their entirety from high above.

The ruins of the empire stretched from their feet to the edge of the gray fog, and the rugged shadows in the thick fog were not mountains, but one colossal structure after another that had once symbolized the prosperity of Byzantium.

But now, like this fleeting empire, they have become corpses with their eyes wide open in disbelief.

Unable to get a reply from his father, the bearded knight asked curiously:

"Father, did I say something wrong?"

"No, you saw what you were supposed to see, though it was a bit late and not perfect. But for you, it was already excellent."

Duke Marty, who witnessed the entire process and even participated in the fall of Byzantium, was actually quite afraid of his sons being too outstanding.

Fortunately, his two sons complemented each other, and they were just enough.

That was from the perspective of a duke; as a ruler, he was content with the continuation of his family's rule.

As a father, he regrets that his two children have come to an end.

"Take some men to inspect the place where the dragon attacked the tribunal. You go too. It would be best if you could find any trace of that dragon."

The man with the small mustache nodded knowingly and said:

"Yes, I understand, Father. We have to set an example, and then we'll gradually unfold the process, right?"

The Duke neither agreed nor disagreed on this matter.

As the other party's son, he knew that his father did not object, which meant that his thinking was correct.

So he left happily.

Duke Marty was left alone, quietly gazing at the 'corpse' of his former nemesis.

The location of the attack was easy to find.

The traces left by the dragon flames were so obvious that there was almost no need to confirm with the slave Nor.

Just take a good look from the sky.

A large number of taxis and equipment were towed away.

First, various instruments took turns scanning one marked area after another.

Finally, the commander here was still not satisfied and ordered the soldiers to divide into three rows, each row 100 meters apart, and to check each other from eight directions towards the center.

"Search carefully, and report everything you find! Even if it's just a rock you think is strange, or even a piece of trash!"

The officer's voice resonated in the eardrums of every soldier.

The officers didn't just make them check like that once; they did it from day to night.

It lasted for a full day and night.

Obviously, they found nothing.

When this message was sent back to Duke Marty,

The old man, curled up in his wheelchair, glanced at the slave Nor again.

The meaning was clear, but the officer still shook his head.

This left the Duke feeling melancholy for a moment; his eyes held a mixture of disappointment and relief.