The portable grandfathers that appear are all problematic.

It’s true, the effect is quite good. Perhaps many years later, the city-state where they live may erect statues of them.

……

As the sun sets, the golden fields are surrounded by people.

They gathered around a huge rock, eager to try.

On the boulder, an ordinary-looking longsword was stuck in the ground, as if it could be pulled out at any moment.

However, no matter how many strong men came, none of them could pull out the sword at all.

Outside the crowd, a boy under a white hood watched all this quietly. In the distance, the sound of horse hooves neighed, and the boy's mouth curled up.

"Pull harder, pull harder! Whoever pulls out the sword can lead us to kill the devil and become the new king of the world!" Hector, disguised as a passerby, shouted in the crowd.

However, several people stepped forward, but were unable to shake the sword at all.

As the sun sets, the sky is dyed blood red, and the wind blows the weeds in the fields. Everyone is waiting, waiting for someone to pull out the holy sword and become the new king.

"I'll do it!" The girl took a step forward.

She was thinner than anyone else present, but just by standing there, her aura almost overwhelmed everyone present.

"Where did you come from, little girl? This is not the place for you to play house. Get out of here..." A strong man hadn't even finished his words when he was too timid to speak when facing Fafna.

There seemed to be a burning dragon hidden in the girl's pupils. Just by looking at her, he lost the courage to continue mocking her.

She walked past everyone and onto the boulder.

The setting sun was as red as blood, and the sunset glowed the sky red. The golden fields were shimmering with a faint halo in the afterglow. The breeze blew up her hair, and the grass tips swayed gently, making a rustling sound.

Fafna slowly stretched out her hand, her fingertips touching the cold hilt of the sword.

Everyone held their breath.

The setting sun penetrated the clouds, and the wind seemed to have stopped breathing over the fields. Everything was strangely quiet, as if the whole world was watching this scene. The girl held the sword in the stone in her hand, and her surging will seemed to turn into spiritual pressure, increasing the gravity around her.

"Crack!"

The stone slabs beneath the holy sword seemed to begin to shatter, and the crackling sound pierced everyone's eardrums.

Fafna held her breath, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and pulled hard. The stone under the holy sword shattered, and the sword in the stone flew out, raising a cloud of dust.

At this moment, every blade of grass, flower, and grain of sand in the field seemed to be celebrating. Under the setting sun, the blade of light burst out from the beloved holy sword, weaving together to form a magnificent picture.

Everyone looked at this scene in shock, as if they saw a myth being born before their eyes.

"Celebrate! Inheriting the power of the previous hero, you will surely slay the Demon King, expel the evil god, and become the king of all in this world. Your name will be the 'Knight King', and this very moment is your birth!"

The little wizard hidden under the hood held the magic book and chanted loudly.

In this sunset, the little wizard and the girl looked at each other.

The light blade of the beloved holy sword dissipated. For some reason, Fafna felt that there was a familiar feeling about this strange mage.

"Who... are you?" she asked the little wizard.

The young mage simply saluted slightly, revealing his thick glasses beneath his hood, just as he had been thousands of years ago: "Sage Joshua, an unknown young mage, is also the keeper of this holy sword."

Chapter 91 How do foxes in another world call?

The Sword of the King's Choice is not shady; anyone with enough strength can pull it out.

He simply deliberately selected a huge rock that weighed hundreds of tons and was tough enough, reinforced it with magic, and melted the beloved holy sword into the rock.

Therefore, the force required to pull out this sword is probably a hundred tons of force that bursts out instantly.

Therefore, anyone who possesses this level of power can become a king.

And it is obvious that even among the 32 big guys in Greece, it is estimated that less than half of them can challenge it.

In other words, only those with at least legendary strength can attempt to draw the sword.

However, Fafner did not have such great power and strength. She had been malnourished since childhood and even though she was 16 years old, she did not look as well developed as her 15-year-old sister. She looked like a or -year-old girl.

Even if the cursed blood absorbed all her suffering in an instant, her body might remain at the age of 16 forever.

Although the child is not very strong, the power of a brave man in the child is very strong.

The brave gene that had been squeezed out since childhood to fight against the evil god's pollution produced unimaginable power. If it weren't for the despicable people in the kingdom who almost drained her blood to death, that brave power might have always been in balance with the evil god's erosion.

Therefore, after the evil god was stripped away and the hero's violent power was pacified, the power that had been suppressed in her body for sixteen years finally showed its horror.

It can be said that she is a natural quasi-mythical level (level 4). Even in ancient Greece, she is the strongest second-generation god level, with a natural body.

If the former brave team can train her seriously, she, who has potential far beyond everyone in this world, will have power and status that surpass her father as long as she has a Noble Phantasm.

However, such people became caged birds of the kingdom, imprisoned in the castle and became blood supply machines for the conspirators.

It's as ridiculous as a natural saint being nailed to the cross by his own people.

At this moment, the caged bird spreads its wings and flies high, and the saint completes his martyrdom.

Just as he had guessed, the beloved holy sword would burst out with a light that surpassed the brave uncle in Fafner's hands.

This is the weapon that best suits her and the symbol of her kingship.

"Wang Guoxing, the Knight King!"

"Wang Guoxing, the Knight King!" A white fox jumped out from nowhere, speaking the language of the kingdom, and then disappeared.

Then someone was shocked to find that there was a piece of paper with the words "Knight King" written on it in the belly of the live fish.

A noble also discovered that on his family's ancestral shield, there was an inscription saying "There will be a knight king who will lead the kingdom to prosperity."

One fantastical thing after another appeared, and coupled with the previous story of the Sword of the Chosen King, this incident gradually became ingrained in everyone's mind.

At this time, a big man wearing a golden lion skin squeezed out from the crowd and looked at the girl on the boulder.

"Please, new king, lead us to drive out the demon king!"

The man's voice was loud and powerful, as if it penetrated the clouds, reaching the end of the world and the Tianting above the clouds.

More and more people began to make a fuss. They were all from the royal capital, and most of their ancestors were nobles. However, in just one day, they could no longer understand this world.

Although the Demon King's army did not kill them, they watched helplessly as their familiar neighbors and friends turned into corpses one by one.

This fear forced them to flee and drove them crazy.

And now, a new king who can kill the devil has been born!

Fafna didn't rush to answer. She just looked at the little wizard who called himself "Sage Joshua" and asked, "Teacher, what do you think?"

"Take in the remaining soldiers and prepare for the next war." This was the little wizard's only response.

Fafnir smiled, her lips curving upwards; her smile at that moment was happier than anyone else's.

Teacher, you've given yourself away! You responded directly just now!

This instinctive reaction cannot be faked, and the look in his eyes that never changes whether he's looking at refugees or nobles, this kind of behavior and habit ingrained in his bones cannot be faked.

Teacher, you didn't become the Demon King, but got rid of the influence of the evil god. Now you are disguised as another person to support me to ascend the throne!

However, she only felt her eyes moist, and she could hardly suppress the tears in the corners of her eyes.

Great...Teacher...

She smiled at the little wizard, and this smile infected everyone around her.

……

In this way, Fafna, the princess of the restored kingdom, the daughter of the former hero, each title was enough to shock the continent, and she began to take in refugees and nobles around the royal capital.

Her fighting power is so incredible that even the leaders of the Demon King's army cannot defeat her.

Countless knights with great martial arts skills were willing to follow her. Each of them was extremely brave, some with strong arms could ride horses, and each of them had his own unique skills.

They called themselves the 12 Knights.

Only she can defeat the Demon King, and time is running out, so she trains every second she can.

Forever clad in a lion skin, the man named Hercules taught her the art of archery, swordsmanship, and the vile art of poisoning.

The uncle who called himself Hector taught her how to dodge, how to deal with dangerous environments and survival skills in the wild.

Achilles, a boy who looked about the same age as her, taught her how to improve her speed, including reaction speed and movement techniques.

There was also a man named Ajax who taught her how to defend herself, and Odysseus who taught her how to set traps and use tricks.

……

Time was tight, so she studied non-stop.

These twelve knights also taught all their martial arts and unique skills.

The girl lived up to everyone's expectations. She was like a true genius. She could quickly learn the words from the other world and the martial arts taught by the knights.

Although you may not understand it, you can get started in a very short time. The rest is just a matter of time to train and practice.

And this last sage taught her how to chant magic.

Light magic, this is the magic that suits her best when used.

The young wizard seemed to be very knowledgeable. He seemed to know all the variations and derivatives of magic, and even told her a lot of development directions of light magic.

Such as the cutting wheel, light guillotine, cross guillotine, splitting guillotine, exploding guillotine, etc.

At this moment, she was completely certain that the person in front of her was her teacher, the teacher who took her away from the castle.

She had seen some of these magic spells before, but only before, when she saw Brother Dagu use them to fight the Suka ghost.

She also learned light magic.

As the reputation of the "King of Knights" spread, refugees from near the royal capital came to their base, a large village outside the royal capital.

Within a day, thousands of people gathered here, and a large number of nobles fled with their property and food.

When the nobles saw Fafner, their eyes filled with tears. Especially when they saw the "Holy Sword of the Brave" in Fafner's hand, which they were very familiar with, they wanted to kneel down and kiss the toes of the new king.

Chapter 92: Zero Requiem

Most of the nobles in the royal capital had witnessed the former hero and his invincible holy sword sixteen years ago.

Now, the identity of this princess is no longer a secret among them. The sight of her holding the Holy Sword of the Brave makes them hallucinate the brave man who once sealed the evil god.

When the brave man comes, heaven will have eyes. When the brave man comes, they will be saved!

Therefore, as the new king, she has another very important lesson.

To resettle refugees and distribute food, being a true king does not only require force and wisdom, but also requires truly looking down and seeing clearly the conflicts and interests of the people below.

If the king does not understand human nature, he will be abandoned by everyone.

A king cannot be too kind, but must have both benevolence and grace, as well as thunderous wrath.

Just one day, a nobleman in the royal capital who was in charge of grain management was arrested for his dishonest behavior. He knelt on the ground and cried.

"According to the regulations, what should be done?" the little wizard asked Fafna.

"Kill..." Fafna said that word.

"Then do it." The little wizard seemed to have no mercy at all. He turned his back and left without even looking back.

"No, Princess, I was wrong, I know I was wrong..." The noble begged for mercy hysterically, banging his head on the ground, breaking his scalp. His face was covered with a mixture of tears and mud.

A large number of villagers below started to make a commotion. Most of them were civilians from the royal capital and ordinary people from nearby villages who came with their families. They only knew that the food and water they were given were less than half of the stipulated amount.

"Cut!" A shout broke out from the crowd, followed by cheers like a tide.

Watching the little wizard under the hood leave, Fafna drew her holy sword.

"My teacher once said something..." Fafna took a long breath and thought of that day when it was raining heavily.

She had seen the teacher when he was really angry.

At that time, an elf sister turned into a man-eating monster. She knelt on the ground and begged for forgiveness from the teacher, begging the teacher to give her a chance to turn back into a human. She also expressed her love for the teacher and her mistakes and guilt.

The teacher was in the heavy rain and just said...

"You don't know you are wrong, you just know you are going to die..." Fafna said the words she heard at that time.

The holy sword was swung, and the head fell to the ground with unwillingness and regret.

He didn't understand why such a small thing would lead to such a result. He had only embezzled a few hundred million yuan.