People in Terra, governing a weird little country

On the rooftop of a commercial building in Casimir, a Casimir knight competition enthusiast explained his mental journey to a reporter from the Red Wine News.

He was also one of the audience members who spent a lot of money to go to the Pegasus Knight Arena to watch the opening ceremony that day.

It was obviously not a very pleasant experience for him.

Under the dazzling lights and amidst the expectations of the crowd, the old man from Leitania named Fremont brought an almost desperate confrontation to all the people of Casimir.

As soon as the match was announced to start, the Blood Knight Dikaiopolis had already raised his axe and adopted an extremely defensive posture.

This is a scene that puzzles countless fans who are familiar with him.

In their impression, the Blood Knight's fighting style has always been to use large-scale attacks, slashing without regard for losses, and physical strength far beyond that of ordinary people. They try to establish an obvious advantage in the early stages of the battle and force the enemy into a desperate situation where they have to actively seek change.

In fact, he had done so before.

When facing the Candle Knight, the Blood Knight implemented this set of fighting style. He first made himself invincible so as to wait for the enemy to be defeated, and used the purest physical strength to fight. He forced the Candle Knight, who was good at skills but weak in endurance, into a situation where he had to use the Originium skills as a trump card.

What happened next is something that every Knights fan will never forget. Although the Candle Knight's Glimmer of Light severely injured the Blood Knight, it also gave the Blood Knight an opportunity to shed blood all over the field and launch a desperate counterattack.

As for fighting against Fremont, most fans think that it is not as difficult as the battle against Candle Knight.

After all, the man in front of him was just an old man, skinny and without much muscle. He didn't seem to have any fighting skills and he didn't even have a weapon.

Yes, Flemont didn't even look like he had a weapon!

No one knew how he would handle the Blood Knight's axe attack!

But, before Fremont began to tremble in fear under the battle axe, the Blood Knights started to cower first. How could the audience see this?

They don't care about probing, tactics, or "give some face" or anything like that. They just want to see "fighting, awesome!" and "blood flowing like a river!"

They bought the tickets just to experience the purest visual stimulation! If you want to hide like a turtle, we won't tolerate you!

“Blood Knight, go ahead!” “Show him some color!” “I’m ALL IN! It’s up to you, beat him!”

The cheers of encouragement rang in his ears like a death warrant, and the expression under Dikaiopolis's helmet gradually became ugly.

On one side, there was Fremont, who was sitting still and seemed to be watching the show. On the other side, there were the audience, commentators, and even the spokesperson in the headset who were urging him to take the initiative to attack. This was simply putting him on the fire.

It is not a solution to keep dragging it on like this. Frémont can only use three moves after all. If we take the initiative to attack and force him to use one or all of his three moves as a defensive technique, it will also be a way to win!

The best defense is offense. How about going for it?

Taking a deep breath, Dikaiopolis focused his gaze and aimed at Fremont, who was standing proudly on the ring with his hands behind his back. He took a step forward, raised his battle axe, and started running.

He was very fast, like a rampaging, unstoppable bull. The battle axe in his hand was his sharpest horn. The next moment he raised it high, it was about to fall on Fremont's head like a mountain.

And Frémont, at this moment, still had his hands behind his back, with a rather indifferent expression.

The oncoming battle axe did not seem to have any deterrent effect on him. He just spoke calmly and uttered one word:

"【stop】."

As soon as he gave the order, it was as if his words were from heaven and the law was enforced. The next second, the Blood Knight once again felt the power that had blocked his words not long ago, and it appeared beside him again.

It’s that weird Originium skill!

The next moment, pale golden chains appeared out of thin air and directly wrapped around the Blood Knight's arms, head, thighs, ankles, and torso.

His battle axe stopped just inches away from Fremont's crown, and Fremont's face was almost reflected on the trembling axe blade. However, no matter how hard the Blood Knight tried, the powerful weapon could no longer move an inch further.

The Blood Knight's eyes were filled with horror.

In such a short distance, he was not seen using any staffs, nor was he seen chanting anything. His Originium skills were almost instantaneous, and the last one to start was the first to arrive!

What exactly is this chain?

The Blood Knight cast his gaze towards the light golden chain formed by the convergence of light, only to discover that there was an identical symbol on all the chains.

Could it be a kind of text? The Blood Knight had never seen the spells of the Sarkaz Banshee, so naturally he couldn't tell what was written on them.

But he knew that he was going to suffer!

In close combat, being firmly controlled at this distance was obviously a very disadvantageous situation!

Seriously, if Fremont took this opportunity to unleash a few fireballs from the introductory tutorial on basic Originium techniques at the gap in his helmet visor, he would have to surrender immediately.

The speed of surrender depends directly on when his head is roasted.

But Fremont did not do so.

There was no change on his expression. He just took a step back, and the golden chain of [Word Spirit] broke immediately. The battle axe in Dikaiopolis's hand chopped straight down, leaving a deep cut at Fremont's feet.

Precision, elegance and ease.

This is the true Originium skill.

Facing the astonished gaze of Dikaiopolis, Flemont said nothing, but the pair of eyes that looked into his seemed to have changed.

Gloomy, cold, and without any warmth, it was like an [Eye of Truth] that looked down upon the world and spied on fate.

"Illusion?"

Before he realized it, Dikaiopolis had fallen into a trance.

There were no signs, and he didn't see any images. Intense emotions of sorrow and joy flooded into his mind unreasonably, inflating his spirit like a balloon about to explode.

【Curse】

The Lich King developed spells based on the innate abilities of the Cyclops.

The Cyclops have the ability to predict the future, which brings them endless sorrow. It is said that a certain Cyclops demon king once cast a vicious curse on the fate of the creator of this land because he had glimpsed the end of all living things. This is the prototype of the [evil curse].

Because the Cyclops Court left Kazdel too long ago, and the members of the court were too withdrawn, the lich's research on this spell had been at a standstill.

Fremont would never do something like that which could cause mental damage to others with just a few words.

But the evil curse is still a good spell. Strong emotional fluctuations can undoubtedly bring confusion to people. Therefore, this spell is also considered to be the only way to test the determination of the descendants.

His most proud student and best friend... Thinking of that man's appearance, Fremont couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Under this spell, he was in a trance for just five seconds.

That was the best result Fremont had ever seen. Even those great liches who were devoted to the pursuit of immortality and knowledge pale in comparison to him.

All I can say is that he is worthy of being the [Witch King] who has dominated Leithania for more than a century and the most powerful Originium sorcerer on earth.

And the Blood Knight.

He struggled to lower his head under Fletmont's gaze. Fletmont could feel his twisted pain even through his helmet.

The feeling of your brain bursting is not pleasant.

Thirty seconds, maybe. He couldn't let those noisy audience members make noise for too long. Thirty seconds. If Dikaiopolis didn't recover, he would undo the curse and kick him off the stage.

Frémont was counting down in his mind, but before the appointed time came, Dikaiopolis's behavior made him look a little surprised.

The Blood Knight took off his helmet and rammed his head directly onto the sturdy helmet!

In an instant, his head was broken and bleeding!

The effect of the [Evil Curse] did not disappear, but the severe pain gave him a moment of clarity. Regardless of the distortion that came again, the Blood Knight roared and smashed the blood-stained helmet in the direction of Fremont!

"Ahhhh!"

Fresh blood boiled on the helmet, piercing out sharp spikes, turning the entire helmet into a blood grenade. This was undoubtedly a life-threatening move!

If you forcibly use Originium skills when you are not conscious, it will easily lead to loss of control!

Looking at the blood ball that had obviously gone out of control, Fremont's expression finally changed, but it was not panic.

How could such an immature spell, like a desperate fight by a trapped beast, scare him?

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, yet he was extremely calm as he brought the last spell onto the stage.

"[Blood Tide]"

He stretched out his hand, and a drop of blood dripped from his fingers onto the ground.

Instantly, that drop of blood spread rapidly, almost immersing the entire arena in an ominous red. The Blood Knight's blood grenade completely lost control at this moment, but it did not explode. Instead, at the moment of losing control, it was captured and swallowed by the scarlet tentacles that stretched out from the arena, which had already turned into a pool of blood and seemed to have "life".

The smell of scarlet filled the entire arena. It had already become conscious without the need for Fremont's command, and blood surged like a tide, engulfing the Blood Knight into the ring.

Just before the struggling head completely sank into the sea of ​​blood, the whistle indicating the end of the game sounded!

..........

“That sea of ​​blood, it was truly a nightmare. Hahahaha, I must be dreaming now, right?”

The knight competition enthusiast hadn't finished speaking yet, and he didn't get a response from the reporter. Along with a scream, a voice urging him from the rooftop brought him back to reality from his regretful memories.

"Hey! It's your turn. Are you going to jump or not? If not, get back to work!"

"Here they come!" The knight competition enthusiast turned around and shouted, then gave the reporter an apologetic smile, turned around and walked towards the edge.

The reporter was thoughtful and wrote down the headline of the front page of the next day's wine newspaper in his notebook.

【The International Games kicked off, extreme sports may become the most popular new form of exercise in Casimir! All interviewees said: This is the only thing you must try once in your life! 】

Chapter 390 Ernst's Sarkaz Neighborhood Committee Concept

Casimir, Swire-Victoria Hotel.

Looking at Ermengarde sitting in front of him, Ernst felt a little numb.

In fact, the uproar caused by yesterday's game has not yet subsided. This is a very rare situation in a country like Casimir where news is no longer worth discussing after one day.

But that is the fact. The newly crowned Knight Competition Special Champion is still lying in the hospital. The serious consequences of mental damage cannot be restored to normal by just turning a bar in the game. Without the intervention of a psychic Originium Warlock, the Blood Knight will have to rest for at least half a month before he can be discharged from the hospital without any subsequent hidden dangers.

This was actually a very serious accident. For a competitive knight, a tragic defeat often means the end of his career. But perhaps because Fremont's strength on the field was too terrifying, Casimir's funeral home had particularly good business in the past few days. The media, which should have taken advantage of the situation, began to help the Blood Knight to excuse himself.

They panicked.

Firstly, the victory that was thought to be within reach was becoming increasingly distant due to the absolute gap in strength. Secondly, the huge economic benefits brought by the Blood Knights' victory could not end so quickly.

The Business Federation has already borne the huge losses of the Black Knight's retirement and the Shining Knight's departure. These two are restless and refuse to accept any endorsements, commercial performances, or marketing activities, which directly led to the fact that the profits they brought after winning the championship were far less than expected. Finally, this time they met a gimmicky infected knight who was willing to cooperate and even rely on the Business Federation. If this sign falls, wouldn't the souvenirs that are still being rushed in the factory, the huge publicity and promotion resources that have been invested, and the shareholders' boasts all be lost?

This loss was indeed too great, to the point of breaking bones. The Business Federation was the most emotionless existence, but at this moment, even for the sake of profit, they had to save the Blood Knight.

In contrast, Fremont received much less publicity.

The host nation of Casimir suffered a crushing defeat in the opening match, which was enough to become a major news topic in the next few days. All major media outlets in Casimir were directly put into quiet mode. This was reflected in the fact that even the Red Wine News adopted a Spring and Autumn style in its description of the performance of the "Flying Man".

Of course, the information cocoon woven by these media is only for the ordinary people of Casimir. As for Casimir and even all the upper echelons of the countries who are paying attention to this World Games, as the master of the Lich King's Court, Fremont has demonstrated his power to the countries on earth who are watching this game in a way that is tantamount to crushing.

Ernst suddenly understood why Kal'tsit had warned him so seriously to be careful about any interaction with the Sarkaz.

They are indeed a terrifying race. Even though they have been broken up thousands of times over a long period of time, with their civilization cut off and their culture broken, and they have no place to live, and have become the lower class of people who can only sit at the same table with the infected when it comes to meals on this earth, their upper elites still have such terrifying strength.

Perhaps Flemont was fighting as a representative of Leitania this time, and his identity as a lich would not be seen by many people. But this did not prevent Ernst from re-evaluating the strength of the Sarkaz.

From this point of view, he had originally thought that Teresis of Londinium, who was no longer a threat, was probably still greatly underestimated.

Even if Mr. Dat only has a few hundred people, if every one of them is a big shot like Fremont, it seems not impossible to turn the whole Victoria upside down.

Even if this statement is a bit exaggerated, Teacher Dat cannot gather hundreds of Fremonts, but can only gather hundreds of weaker Nastí. Sarkaz like Ermengarde should never be underestimated.

Ernst heard from Daphne that the Duke of Windermere had always wanted to march into Londinium to seize the dominance of Victoria. He had originally been reserved about the Duke of Windermere's plan, but now it seemed that he should find a time to warn the Duke of Windermere.

The enemy is powerful, so we must not be greedy and advance rashly.

As for the "special envoy" of the Lich King's Court in front of him, Ernst said: Miss Ermengarde, I'm really not Kazdel here. Why don't you go back and talk to Professor Fremont about teaching and visiting? We can reconsider this matter, right?

Unfortunately, Ermengarde obviously didn't quite understand Ernst's thoughts. She had already begun to fantasize about the wonderful life in Kjerag.

"Don't worry, Mr. Ernst. Even though I'm young, I'm still a lich after all."

"Although my knowledge is definitely not as good as that of the patriarch, it is more than enough to teach me some basic knowledge!"

"My requirements are not high. In addition to completing the task of observing the fire demon assigned by the clan leader, you can give me some money as you see fit. It doesn't matter if you don't give me anything. I heard that there are many well-preserved ancient books in Kjerag's Manzhuyuan. I would like to take a look at them. In addition, is your patron saint easy to get along with?"

Ernst wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded:

"Great God Yelagund is kind and compassionate, so he is certainly easy to get along with."

Ermengarde breathed a sigh of relief and smiled sweetly:

"That's good. Is there anything she likes? I'll send something over. Who knows, she might need something from him later!"

Need help from Yelagund?

Ernst was stunned, a little curious. Not only was he curious, but also Cintela beside him. Not only was Cintela curious, but also a ray of will in the Yelagund God Stone in Ernst's arms was aroused, and it cast its gaze at Yelagund. Not only was Yelagund cast its gaze, but also on the other side of the Yelagund God Stone, [Chronology] and Beast Master Gawain, who were sleeping in a double row in the sun, also opened their eyelids a little.

One person is curious, and the whole family watches.

Ernst frowned and asked: