People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

On the rooftop of a commercial building in Kazimir, a Kazimir equestrian enthusiast shared his personal journey with a reporter from Wine News.

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

For him, it was clearly not a pleasant experience.

Under the dazzling lights and amidst the anticipation of the crowd, the old man from Letania named Fremont brought a near-desperate showdown to all the people of Kazimierz.

The match had barely begun when Blood Knight Dikeopolis had already raised his great axe and assumed an extremely defensive stance.

This is a scene that has puzzled countless fans who know him well.

In their minds, Blood Knights always fought with wide-ranging attacks, reckless slashing, and superhuman stamina, aiming to establish an obvious advantage in the early stages of battle and force the enemy into a desperate situation where they had no choice but to change course.

In fact, that's what he did before.

When facing the Candle Knight, the Blood Knight followed this strategy: first make himself invincible, then wait for the enemy to become vulnerable. He used pure physical strength to fight, forcing the Candle Knight, who was good at skills but weak in endurance, into a situation where he had to use Originium Arts as his trump card.

What happened next is something every knightly arena fan will never forget. The Candle Knight's Touch of Light, while successfully injuring the Blood Knight, also became the opportunity for the Blood Knight to spill blood across the arena and launch a desperate counterattack.

As for dealing with Fremont, most fans believe it's not as difficult as the battle against the Candle Knight.

After all, the man in front of him was just an old man, thin and bony, who didn't seem to know any fighting skills and didn't even have a weapon with him.

Yes, Fremont doesn't even look like he brought any weapons!

Nobody knows how he'll catch the Blood Knight's axe swing!

But strangely enough, while Fremont's side wasn't trembling under the battle axe, the Blood Knights were the first to back down. Where did the audience see that?

They didn't care about any probing, any tactics, or any talk of "giving them face." All they wanted was to see "a fierce battle, so exciting!" and "rivers of blood!"

They bought tickets to experience the purest visual thrills! If you try to cower like a turtle, no one will tolerate it!

"Blood Knight, charge!" "Give him a taste of his own medicine!" "I'm all in! It's all up to you, take him down!"

The cheers seemed like death knells ringing in his ears, and the expression under Dikeopolis's helmet gradually turned grim.

On one side, Fremont remained inactive, seemingly watching the show unfold; on the other side, the audience, commentators, and even the spokesperson in his headset urged him to take the initiative. It was as if he was being roasted over a fire.

Dragging this out indefinitely is not a solution. Fremont can only use three moves in the end. If we take the initiative and force him to use one or even all of his three moves as defensive techniques, that could be a winning strategy!

The best defense is a good offense. Shall we go for it?

Taking a deep breath, DiCeopolis's gaze sharpened as he aimed at Fremont, who stood proudly on the ring with his hands behind his back. He took a step forward, raised his battle axe, and began to run.

He was incredibly fast, like a charging, unstoppable bull, his battle axe the sharpest of its horns, raised high to bring it crashing down on Fremont's head like a mountain crashing down.

Fremont, meanwhile, still stood with his hands behind his back, looking rather indifferent.

The oncoming battle axe seemed to have no effect on him; he simply spoke calmly, uttering a single word:

"【stop】."

With a single command, as if speaking the law, the Blood Knight once again felt the power that had sealed his words not long ago, now reappearing around him.

It's that kind of bizarre Originium Arts!

In the next instant, pale golden chains appeared out of thin air and wrapped around the Blood Knight's arms, head, thighs, ankles, and body.

His battle axe stopped just inches from Fremont's skull, Fremont's face almost reflected on the trembling blade. But no matter how hard the Blood Knight tried, the incomparably powerful weapon could no longer advance an inch.

The Blood Knight's eyes revealed utter horror.

Within such a short distance, he was neither seen using any staff nor chanting any incantations; the Originium Arts were almost instantaneous, and the attack arrived before the opponent's!

What exactly are these chains?

The Blood Knight's gaze fell upon the pale golden chains formed by the convergence of light, only to discover that each chain bore the same symbol.

Perhaps it was some kind of writing? The Blood Knight had never seen the Sarkaz Banshee's incantation before, so he couldn't decipher its contents.

But he knew he was doomed!

In close combat, being firmly controlled at this distance is clearly a major disadvantage!

Seriously speaking, if Fremont were to take this opportunity to unleash a few fireballs from the basic Originium Arts tutorial into the gaps in his helmet visor, Fremont would have to surrender immediately.

The speed at which someone surrenders depends directly on when their head is roasted.

But Fremont did not do that.

His expression remained completely calm. He simply took a step back, and the golden chains of the [Word of Power] immediately snapped. Dikeopolis's battle axe swung straight down, leaving a deep gash at Fremont's feet.

Precise, elegant, and effortless.

This is the true Originium Arts.

Faced with Diopolis's astonished gaze, Fremont said nothing, but the eyes that met his seemed to have undergone some kind of change.

Dim, cold, devoid of warmth, like a "true eye" overlooking all living beings and peering into their fate.

"Illusion?"

Before realizing this, Dichaopolis had already fallen into a daze.

Without any warning or any visual aids, intense emotions of joy and sorrow surged irrationally into his mind, pushing his spirit to the brink of bursting.

【A curse】.

The Lich King's court developed spells modeled after the innate abilities of the Cyclopes.

The Cyclopes possessed the ability to foresee the future, an ability that brought them endless sorrow. Legend has it that a certain Cyclopes' demon king, having glimpsed the end of all life, uttered a wicked curse upon the fate of the creator of this land—this is the prototype of the "curse."

Because the Cyclops Royal Court had been away from Kazdel for too long, and the members of the Royal Court were too isolated, the lich's research on this spell remained stagnant.

Fremont simply couldn't bring himself to cause psychological harm to someone with just a casual remark.

However, the curse is still a good spell. Strong emotional fluctuations can undoubtedly bring chaos to people. Therefore, this spell is also considered the best way to test the willpower of descendants.

His most prized student and best friend... Thinking of that person's appearance, Fremont couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.

He was momentarily dazed for only five seconds under the spell.

That was the best result Fremont had ever seen, even surpassing that of the great liches who were obsessed with immortality and knowledge.

It can only be said that he truly deserves to be called the "Witch King" who has dominated Letania for over a century, the strongest Originium mage on earth.

And the Blood Knight.

Under Fremont's gaze, he struggled to lower his head. Even through the helmet, Fremont could feel his contorted pain.

The feeling of your brain being about to burst is definitely not comfortable.

Thirty seconds, I can't let those chattering audience members make a racket for too long. Thirty seconds, if Dikeopolis doesn't recover, he'll break the curse and kick him off the stage.

Fremont counted down in his mind, but before the appointed time arrived, DiCeopolis's actions surprised him.

The Blood Knight removed his helmet and slammed his head against the sturdy helmet!

In an instant, his head was broken and blood flowed freely!

The effects of the curse hadn't disappeared, but the excruciating pain gave him a moment of clarity. Ignoring the twisting sensation that was coming back, the Blood Knight roared and hurled his blood-stained helmet toward Fremont!

"Ahhhh!"

Fresh blood boiled on the helmet, splintering sharp spikes that turned the entire helmet into a blood grenade. This was undoubtedly a desperate act!

Forcibly using Originium Arts while unconscious can easily lead to loss of control!

Looking at the blood sphere that had clearly gone out of control, Fremont's expression finally changed, but not with panic.

How could such an immature spell, which was like a desperate struggle of a cornered beast, frighten him?

His lips curled slightly upward, yet he remained perfectly calm as he unleashed the final spell onto the stage.

"[Blood Tide]"

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

In an instant, that drop of blood spread rapidly, almost staining the entire arena a sinister red. The Blood Knight's blood grenade completely lost control at this moment, but instead of exploding, it was captured and swallowed by the crimson tentacles that stretched out from the arena, which had become a pool of blood and seemed to have "life."

The crimson scent permeated the entire arena. Without Fremont's command, the Blood Knight, already conscious, surged forth like a tidal wave of blood, engulfing him in the ring.

Just before that agonizing head sank completely into the sea of ​​blood, the whistle blew, signaling the end of the match!

..........

"That sea of ​​blood, that was a nightmare. Hahahaha, I must be dreaming right now, right?"

Before the equestrian enthusiast could finish speaking, and before he could receive a reply from the reporter, a scream and a urging voice from the rooftop snapped him back to reality from his dejected memories.

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

"They're here!" the equestrian enthusiast called out as he turned around, then gave the reporter an apologetic smile before turning and walking toward the edge.

The reporter, lost in thought, wrote down the headline for the next day's Wine News front page in his notebook.

The World Games have kicked off with great enthusiasm, and extreme sports may become the most popular new activity in Kazimierz! All interviewees said: "This is the only one you must try at least once in your life!"

Chapter 390 Ernst's Sarkaz Neighborhood Committee Concept

Casimir, Swire-Victoria Hotel.

Looking at Emengard sitting in front of him, Ernst felt a chill run down his spine.

In fact, the uproar caused by yesterday's match is still ongoing today. This is extremely rare in a country like Kasimir, where news is no longer worth discussing after just one day.

But that's the reality. The newly crowned Knights Tournament champion is still in the hospital. The serious consequences of his mental injury are not something that can be recovered from simply turning over a time bar in a game. Without the intervention of a mental Originium Mage, the Blood Knight will need to rest for at least another half month before he can be discharged without any further complications.

This was actually a very serious incident. For a competitive knight, a crushing defeat often means the end of a career. But perhaps because Fremont's performance on the field was so terrifying, causing Casimir's funeral home business to be exceptionally good these past few days, the media, which should have been kicking him while he was down, have instead started to help the Blood Knight exonerate himself.

They panicked.

Firstly, the victory that was initially thought to be within their grasp has now become increasingly distant in the face of an absolute disparity in strength. Secondly, the enormous economic benefits brought about by the Blood Knights' championship cannot end so quickly.

The Business Federation has already borne the enormous losses from the retirement of Black Knight and the departure of Radiant Knight. Both of them were restless individuals who refused any endorsements, commercial performances, or marketing activities, directly resulting in their victories bringing far less revenue than expected. They've finally found an Infected Knight willing to cooperate, even relying on the Business Federation for such a high-profile project. If this brand collapses, wouldn't all the souvenirs still being produced in the factory, the huge promotional resources already invested, and the shareholders' boasts all amount to nothing?

The losses are indeed too great, to the point of crippling damage. The Business Federation is the most ruthless organization, but at this moment, even for the sake of profit, they have no choice but to protect the Blood Knight.

In contrast, Fremont received far less "publicity" and promotion.

The host nation Kazimir suffered a crushing defeat in the opening match, which was enough to become a major news topic for the next few days. Kazimir's major media outlets immediately went into a state of silence. This is evident even in the fact that the Wine Gazette used subtle language to describe the "flying man's" performance.

Of course, the information cocoon woven by these media outlets is only aimed at ordinary people in Kazimir. But for the upper echelons of Kazimir, and indeed all the nations watching this World Games, Fremont, as the master of the Lich King's Court, demonstrated his power to the nations watching the competition in an overwhelming manner.

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

They are indeed a terrifying race. Even though they have been scattered thousands of times over the long course of time, their civilization has been severed, their culture has been broken, they have no fixed abode, and they have been reduced to the lowest class on this land, only able to sit at the same table with the infected when it's time to eat, their elite still possess such terrifying strength.

Perhaps Fremont is representing Letania this time, and his lich identity won't be widely known. But that doesn't stop Ernst from reassessing the Sarkaz's strength.

From this perspective, it seems that Theresis of Lontinim, whom he had previously considered to be no longer a significant threat, was probably still greatly underestimated.

Even if Teacher Da Te only has a few hundred people, if every one of them is a big shot like Fremont, it doesn't seem impossible for them to turn the whole of Victoria upside down.

Even if that's an exaggeration, and even if Teacher Great can't gather hundreds of Fremonts, he can only gather a few hundred weaker Nastis. But a Sarkaz like Emengard is definitely not to be underestimated.

Ernst heard from Daphne that the Duke of Windermere had always wanted to march on Londinium and thereby seize control of Victoria. He had initially had reservations about the Duke of Windermere's plans, but now it seemed best to find a time to warn him.

The enemy is powerful; we must not be greedy for quick success and advance rashly.

As for the "envoy" from the Lich King's Court in front of him, Ernst said: Miss Emengard, this is really not Kazdel. Why don't you go back and talk to Professor Fremont about it? We can reconsider things like teaching in rural areas or visiting other places, right?

Unfortunately, Emengard clearly didn't understand Ernst's thoughts; she was already fantasizing about her wonderful life in Sherag.

"Mr. Ernst, rest assured, despite my young age, I am still a lich."

"Although my knowledge base is certainly not as extensive as the clan leader's, I'm more than capable of teaching him some basic knowledge!"

"My demands aren't high. Besides completing the task of observing the Balrog assigned by the clan chief, you can give me whatever you think is appropriate. If you don't give me anything, that's fine too. I've heard that the Manju Academy in Sherag has many well-preserved ancient books; I'd appreciate it if you could take a look at them. Also, is your guardian deity easy to get along with?"

Ernst wiped the sweat from his brow and nodded:

"The great goddess Yeragand is beautiful, kind-hearted, and compassionate, so of course she's easy to get along with."

Emengard breathed a sigh of relief and gave a sweet smile:

"That's good. Is there anything she likes? I'll send some over; you never know when I might need her help!"

Do they need something from Jeragand?

Ernst paused, somewhat curious. Not only was he curious, but Hinterlea beside him was too. Not only was Hinterlea curious, but a wisp of will within the Jeragand Stone in Ernst's arms was also stirred, casting a gaze upon Jeragand. Not only did Jeragand cast a gaze, but on the other side of the Jeragand Stone, [Chronicle] and Beastmaster Gawain, who were sunbathing and sleeping side by side, also opened their eyes a crack.

One person's curiosity led to the whole family gathering around.

Ernst frowned slightly and asked: