Origin Paradise!

Vigrid was startled.

He inexplicably developed a subconscious connection with the Marquis of Rhine, becoming equals and able to talk about anything.

“A terrifying allure.” Vigrid gave Jiang He a deep look. He wasn’t even aware of when this change had begun until he uttered the core knowledge of the nature gods, which jolted him awake.

Vigrid clapped his hands with a complicated expression, and an elderly butler with white hair appeared.

"It's time for you to rest."

"If your breakfast is white bread, I'll punch you again."

"Then you might as well starve to death."

Viglid disappeared through the door, and the old butler led Jiang He to a luxuriously furnished bedroom.

“One of the master bedrooms should have been prepared for the Marquis, but Your Excellency spoke somewhat rudely to the Master just now, so I could only lead you here,” the old butler said firmly. Since the Duke hadn’t turned him away, the Marquis of Rhine was still a guest, which was his strongest statement.

Jiang He waved his hand.

With no one around, a small white snake peeked out from between its necks and immediately found a satisfactory spot on the downy bed.

Boom boom boom!

There was a knock on the door.

Before Jiang He could answer, the oak door opened, and Mirai Kamishiro appeared, wrapped in a coat, her face flushed.

"Senior, I am so glad to see that you are safe and sound."

"Speak directly if you have anything to say."

Mirai Kamishiro struggled to remove her coat, revealing an eye-catching, cool dress. Her slender waist was not lacking in curves, and her long brown hair flowed between her skin. On her delicate face, there was a hint of fear and anticipation.

"I want to entrust myself to my seniors. Although I have no experience, I will definitely teach them how to do it..."

Jiang He, uninterested, interrupted, "Don't expect me to take responsibility."

"clear."

……

Outside the door.

The young nobleman's face was twisted and ferocious. He tried to rush in, but was stopped by the young noblewoman.

"elder sister!"

The young lady shrugged and said, "She's willing, what are you complaining about?"

"Don't expect me to take responsibility," the young nobleman gritted his teeth. "Is this something a human being should say?!"

The young lady hesitated for a moment, recalling the fleeting glimpse she had just caught through the crack in the door, and said sincerely, "It was indeed Vilai who profited."

The young nobleman was dumbfounded.

Just then, a gasp came from inside.

The young lady peeked curiously, then staggered back, her face full of astonishment.

"Oh my god! Look!"

The young nobleman left indignantly. How could he watch his own sister suffer? But there were no footsteps around for a long time. He suddenly turned around and saw a young noblewoman push open the door and enter. Before closing the door, she showed a slightly rosy smile.

"I have to go help her."

"Besides, that old fogey and I have always been doing our own thing, just remember to keep it a secret."

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

The young nobleman was angry and powerless. In the eyes of that Marquis of Rhine, his sister was probably a stranger who didn't even have a name.

Before anyone knew it, the old butler stood beside him and advised, "Young master, this isn't even something to talk about over afternoon tea in the capital. You shouldn't worry about it."

Young nobleman: "..."

Am I abnormal?

……

The morning sun shines on the capital.

The guests from last night had not yet dispersed, and new guests were already waiting. The presence of any direct descendant of the Medici family would bring unparalleled honor to the morning banquet.

On the top floor of the castle, Jiang He changed into a black hunting outfit and went out. The dining table was covered with a dense array of white bread, a direct order from Duke Vigrid.

Just as Jiang He was about to set off to fulfill his promise, Viglid pushed an intelligence report towards him.

"There will be a big event at the Imperial Arena today."

“The Holy War does not forbid participants from killing each other, and any attempt by outsiders to stop the match is considered a duel. I need you to kill Griffith, and to act as crazy as possible.”

Jiang He sat down and said calmly, "Reward."

“A sacred weapon that you can wield, originally from the Jihadist army’s collection,” Vigrid said. “I’ll take you to choose one later; there are six in total, and surely one of them will suit your taste.”

After the meal, the two arrived at the castle armory.

Pushing open the heavy oak door, you are greeted by the scent of cold iron and leather, mixed with a faint aroma of oil and pine. Iron candlesticks hang from the arched ceiling, their flickering flames illuminating the neatly arranged weapon racks and magical armor.

The ground was covered with hay and felt, and in the corners were piles of whetstones, lubricating oil, and weapon boxes. Cold air occasionally blew in through the vents, causing the candlelight to flicker and the shadows of the weapons on the wall to sway like ghosts, as if they were alive.

At the very center of the armory, six extraordinary weapons are displayed side by side, each occupying its own display case.

The first item resembles a knight's sword. The description card at the bottom of the sword states that it is made of rusty iron, which contains the power of corrosion and is both strong and sharp.

The second item is a ritual bell, entirely crimson, surrounded by fiery clouds, and possessing unimaginable binding power.

The third item resembles tree bark, but it is actually a mask. By collecting the power of faith and the essence of monster blood, it allows the holder to use the power of different holy domain monsters. It originated from a pope of the Secret Church who once reached the pinnacle of heroism.

In the armory, before the two had even walked through all the display cases, the six sacred weapons began to shake violently. Weapons originating from the dead showed the fiercest resistance when they encountered the butcher who created the dead. Unless they were the legendary Blade of the End, which had a clear corresponding symbol, most sacred weapons were unwilling to be possessed by Jiang He.

“He’s actually afraid,” Vigrid murmured.

He had seen those who cooperated willingly, those who loathed him, and countless others who remained indifferent, but this was the first time he had ever seen something that could instill such extreme fear in the remnants of a hero at the pinnacle of power.

Jiang He didn't take it seriously.

The Great Sin of Gluttony, the supreme ruler of all, these divine weapons are roughly able to sense the extent to which he can arbitrarily obliterate the weapon's own intelligence. Of course, in that case, the weapon will inevitably lose its effectiveness.

The next moment, Jiang He's eyes turned like rubies, and her platinum hair instantly turned as black as ink.

Of the six weapons, a blood-red crown stopped trembling and cautiously expressed its joy.

"Blood Tyrant," Vigrid explained, "The effect is very simple: sub-legendary level Blood Control."

Jiang He picked up the "Blood Kingdom Tyrant" ring, and then the crown transformed into his ninth ring. Following the Five Dimensional Ring, the Cursed Ring, the Chaos Ring, and the Skeleton Dragon Rider Ring, his ring reserves increased by 1.

"what's the situation?"

"How would I know? It changed on its own."

Wiglide looked suspicious.

Jiang He obtained his sacred weapon. Before that, the legendary Blade of the End had been transferred to the future knight. When the two sacred weapons were held by the same person, the resistance was extremely strong.

"When necessary, we can cooperate well with the evil forces, but for the time being, we must not arouse the emperor's suspicion."

Jiang He simply activated his bloodline as the progenitor of the vampire race. Because he was not a pure vampire, it was difficult for him to formally develop abilities similar to blood control, which was also related to the fact that he rarely activated them.

"See you."

After leaving the armory, Vigrid simply and decisively disappeared. His stance on attacking the Father Church was extremely firm. With the Father in full power, he might not even be able to return to Heaven. The gods have always joined forces to resist the leader of the gods, and he alone could not stand up to it.

Jiang He boarded the carriage prepared by the Medici family, intending to head straight for the Imperial Arena.

"Senior, please wait a moment!"

Kamishiro Mirai chased after him, looking exhausted.

"I will go with you."

Chapter 650 Kidnapping the First Prince

The outer city of the capital.

The Imperial Arena, begun in the 50th year of the Divine Calendar, was commissioned by the "Dragon Emperor" Delius and completed after 15 years. This enormous oval arena is constructed of blood-red sandstone and gilded bronze, resembling a colossal beast crouching on the earth.

Within the high walls, five layers of arcades were stacked one on top of another, each archway crowded with noisy crowds, while behind the gilded railings on the upper level were exclusive seats for imperial nobles and high-ranking clergy.

The tiered stands inside the arena extend downwards like a vortex. As the largest celebration watched by the entire empire, the Imperial Arena can accommodate 100,000 people at the same time.

The central sandfield is covered with fine golden sand, and the bloodstains have long since seeped deep into it, leaving only mottled dark marks. For two hundred years, generations of alchemists have inscribed the binding matrix here, making the golden sandfield far more solid than imagined, and even Saint-level experts have difficulty causing significant damage.

Whenever the horns sound, the arena becomes an altar of imperial power.

Woo!

When the Medici family's carriage arrived at the arena, "Lotus the Broken Sword" was already engaged in battle with a Saint from the Eastern Realm, causing waves of cheers from the stands.

"Despicable person!"

"This guy has no knightly honor and is full of lies."

"Get off!"

Despite the presence of dignitaries such as the First Prince and the Queen behind the gilded fence, the people of the capital still showed strong aversion to Lutes.

This sanctuary was once the chief bodyguard of the second prince, but when faced with the assassination attempt by the King of the Wild Hunt, he abandoned the prince and fled alone. However, the King of the Wild Hunt was stopped by the Duke of the North, and Rutus, unaware of the truth, lied to the court that the second prince was dead. As a result, the truth was exposed, and the knight's sword, a symbol of honor, was broken.

clang!

On the golden battlefield, dust filled the sky.

Lotus parried with his sword, expressionless, letting the enemy's heavy axe fall without moving an inch.

Despite the numerous doubts and criticisms, he remained calm. He had argued about it countless times in recent days, but the fact remained that the second prince had "led" the sea crossing.

The idea that the Duke of the North, the Marquis of Black Whale, the Marquis of Broken Reef, the Marquis of Augusta, the Marquis of Rhine, and even the Pirate King and the Sun King, along with countless clergy from Whispers and Storms, would all be unable to recognize the imposter posing as the Second Prince is simply not credible.

"The tongues of the masses can corrupt even gold."

"But my loyalty and honor are unwavering!"

Lotus calmly and decisively unleashed a sword strike, the light and shadow dazzling, as if a giant dragon were roaring.

—Royal Secret Sword: Dragon's Fury Slash.

It possesses formidable power, but can only be unleashed by those loyal to the royal family—a secret sword of faith.

Swish!

A massive dragon shadow shattered the heavy axe of the Eastern Sanctuary. Lutes struck his opponent in the chest at close range. Although he failed to kill him, he knocked him off the golden battlefield, securing the victory.

The commotion subsided slightly. The people of the capital were impressed by Lutes's strength. The Holy Guardian walked out of the golden arena alone, exhausted. He wanted to win the Holy Tournament and reforge his broken sword of honor.

Behind the gilded fence, the first prince fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he said, "Order the second prince to return and verify his identity. The fact that Lutes was able to draw the royal secret sword shows that his loyalty remains pure."

Several important figures were present at the Royal Council meeting. As long as four of them agreed, the Regent's order could be passed. On the issue of whether the royal bloodline was pure, the group shared the same stance.

"agree."

"agree."

The Empress glanced at the Third Prince, her legitimate son, who shook his head and remained silent. Although he and his elder brother were vying for the throne, when it came to the legitimacy of the royal family, she didn't have to oppose everything.

"Next match, Rhein Augusto, against Grievous Jevic."

Beside the golden battlefield, a tall, burly man, resembling a small giant, shouted. He had a series of titles, including "Queen's Hound," "Steel Wolf," "Imperial Giant," and "Insurmountable Wall." As the wielder of the Steel Authority, the Wolf currently held the position of King's Sword and was regarded by countless people as the second strongest sanctuary.

Woo!

The trumpet sounded.

In the arena's passageway, Mirai Kamishiro, recalling the wonderful and crazy night of the previous day, couldn't help but close her eyes, stand on tiptoe, and raise her swan-like, snow-white neck.

"senior……"

"If you get a cramp, go and rest."

Jiang He casually pushed Kamishiro Mirai aside. If he wasn't mistaken, it was he himself who would kill Kamishiro Mirai soon after, according to the prophecy of fate.

With his near-legendary-level power of destiny, he was incredibly efficient at divination and prophecy. He could occasionally see some fragmented images, some of which were "spot on," while others were just one of thousands of possibilities. However, he had no interest in prophecy. According to Lilith, death, soul, original sin, decay, change, and so on all had corresponding fundamental rules.

Because change is constant, the future is never certain.