I Will Be The Crowned King Chapter 468

Red Hand Bay, port.

Although the truce has been declared in name, the New World Legion stationed here still dare not be slighted.

Sentinel towers, walls, trenches, artillery forts... The towns armed to the teeth were filled with 5,000 soldiers with live ammunition, 60 artillery pieces of different sizes, and shield trucks temporarily converted from trucks scattered at various entrances and exits of the streets and alleys, empty. The shops on the street are closed, and no pedestrians can be seen, just like a ghost town.

Even in such a chilling environment, there was not a trace of tension in the air of the entire Red Hand Bay; hiding in his own home, he couldn't help but excitedly looked out at the council in the center of the town, as if he had foreshadowed something and was vaguely looking forward to it. .

Everyone knows that today is the day of negotiations between the Mujahideen and the Free Confederacy.

Although it was only a negotiation verbally, it was possible that because everyone subconsciously did not think that the Free Confederacy could defeat the jihadist army assembled in the entire old continent, they could not help but regard it as a harbinger of peace.

This also perfectly fits the speculation of the Storm Legion and Louis Bernard. Even if the Holy See is really sincere, the Free Confederation will be at a disadvantage because of this - the other party can negotiate with you without any preconditions, but you have already If you have what you want, you have to pay for it.

As for what to give, how to give it, whether to give it or not, how much to give... All of this depends on the final result of the negotiation.

Sail City, Black Reef Harbor, Gray Pigeon Castle, Slave Harbor, Straw Town... All the colonies that have experienced war are eagerly looking forward to the two people who dominated the Thirteen Colonies to give them a satisfactory answer.

That's right, although nominally the highest authority of the entire thirteen colonies is still the Supreme Council, but everyone knows that it's just a pretense. The real power centers are Yangfan City, Beluga Port, and the New World Legion Command Headquarters, that is, those two Those who really hold the army in their hands.

Their every move is the key to determining the fate and future of the Free Confederation.

"I'm sorry, I agreed directly without discussing the negotiation with you."

"Don't worry about this kind of thing. You are the Marshal of the New World Legion. It should be up to you to decide whether to accept it or not."

"Your officer, and Thalia... think so too?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or let me lie?"

"…Need not."

In the not-so-spacious smoking room, the slightly depressed young knight poured himself half a glass of ale, avoiding Anson's playful gaze.

He doesn't actually like drinking, or any drink or food that affects the mind, which would reduce his control over the power of the blood.

But after personally controlling tens of thousands of troops, mobilizing logistics supplies measured in tons, and holding the lives and deaths of millions of people, even if he hates this feeling, he has to admit that a little relaxation is indeed very important.

Even if they are already powerful talents, as long as they haven't gotten rid of the limitation of flesh and blood, their instincts will still have an impact on them, just like now... Even if An Sen is swallowing clouds in front of his face, he can't feel it. A little bit of disgust, and even a little intoxicated.

As a self-governing council of a wealthy colony, the various facilities and furnishings of the Red Hand Bay Council are not inferior to Beluga Harbor, so it also has some inevitable problems - its protection is not very good.

Poor and sour colonies often use small stone bunkers as parliaments, because it is the only safe place in the whole town, and the rich naturally come as they please. Comfortable, it can also deal with ordinary robbers and bandits, but it is not very good in front of the artillery of the Mujahideen Army.

Learning from the lessons of the people who were in the parliament before, and the cannons coming from the sky, the Free Confederation has easily dared not hold a meeting in such an obvious building, and let the artillery of the Mujahideen Army hit a fixed target. There are only two people in the huge parliament, so naturally they have no choice but to Curl up in a small smoking room that doesn't look too empty.

Breathing out a breath of smoke, Anson took the initiative to get up and pour the wine for the young knight: "I understand what you are worried about, and I can tell you clearly that this negotiation will not have any practical results and meaning; the Holy See's goal is to bring all our If people kill them all, they won't let it go until they burn all the Thirteen Colonies to ashes... This is what Bernard told me."

He is playing a word game here, Bernard's willingness is aimed at the liberals, the old gods, Anson and the Rune family behind him, not everyone in the literal sense.

But how can this kind of rhetorical remarks that are not conducive to unity have the shocking effect of killing millions of colonies?

"Then you brought him to Red Hand Bay?"

Young actually frowned slightly: "Is there no risk of being robbed by the other party - don't forget, Uncle Bernard is the one who knows this land best in the jihadist army!"

"Of course there is, and it's not low, but the role that a person can play is positively related to his own will." Anson shrugged: "If he didn't want to help the Mujahideen or the Holy See, what would he do if he was taken back? use?"

"You mean he..."

The young knight's eyes lit up, but before he could finish speaking, there was a slight knock on the door outside the smoking room.

For a moment, the expressionless Fabian pushed in the door, stood at the entrance and gave a military salute to the two of them, and then looked at Anson:

"My lord, our guest is here."

With the sound of the loud bugle, the sea outside the Red Hand Bay was covered with majestic figures of giant warships - Clovis's blood-colored unicorn, the golden iris of the Herrid royal family, the pure white ring of order, There are also the Royal Clovis Navy, the flag of the Imperial Fleet, the flags of various warships, the rich and powerful with a long history, and the army with a glorious historical heritage... Countless flags are dazzling in the sea breeze.

On the side of the Red Hand Bay Wharf, from the city wall to the tidal flat, there were dense crowds of people. The guy who dared not go out of the city also opened the window, leaned out desperately, and tried his best to look towards the sea, his face was full of excitement. and excited colors.

At this moment, they seem to have forgotten that the enemy and robbers are coming to slaughter, ravage, and plunder, as if they are ordinary people who have stayed in the remote countryside for many years, looking at the noble and wealthy people who have come from a long way with envy and yearning eyes. relative.

Even many soldiers couldn't help but put down their rifles, staring blankly at a scene they had never seen before, nor dared to imagine, standing there dumbfounded, their consciousness long since detached from their bodies, and they were brought by the shocking situation. another world.

In contrast, the expressions of the Confederate members who rushed from the rear for this negotiation were very complicated; although it was clear that the gap between the Free Confederation and the Mujahideen was worlds apart, only those who really came to the front. Only then will you realize how big the difference is.

Such a large fleet, so many enemies...are we...really fighting the entire Old World?

This... how is this going to win?

Under the breathless oppression, all the words and vocabulary were extremely pale, even shallow... Surrender was the first word that popped into their minds.

As the Marshal and Commander-in-Chief of the New World Legion, Louis and Anson stood at the forefront of the welcoming crowd, surrounded by officers from the Storm Legion and the knights of Sail City, looking at the three-masted sailboat that was slowly approaching the pier.

In the back of the watching crowd, in a place that no one can see, David Jacques and his little apprentice have begun to wave his paintbrush, vividly depicting the various states of the people facing the jihadist army in front of him. , a new work called "The Kingdom Comes" is about to come out.

In the center of the picture is a young Holy See knight stepping off the ship; wearing a simple and capable knight's attire, with a sterling silver Ring of Order badge hanging on his chest, his soft facial lines make him look very handsome. Be gentle, more like a priest than a knight of judgment.

But it was such an ordinary young man who made everyone present feel like a great enemy, as if he was a judge who read God's will... David Jacques, who hesitated for a while, painted two Holy Spirits on his head at most, one Pure and kind, an evil and hideous.

"What's wrong?"

Sensing that the head of the grenadier next to him had a slightly different expression, An Sen glanced at him knowingly: "Do you know each other?"

"There was a relationship... During the siege of King Yinsel King Pavilion." Fabian nodded slightly, and cold sweat quickly ran across his temples: "At that time, he represented the Knights of Judgment and came to convey to us the final decision of the Holy See. ."

"…yes?"

Anson wrote lightly, recalling the fire that almost killed him: "Your judgment?"

"This is an extremely difficult guy." Fabian deliberately lowered his voice and lip movements:

"He will pretend to be a good-natured and considerate person, extract the information he wants from the talker's mouth, and then tell the truth about his true intentions, and use cruel facts to beat the other party to the bottom."

"If you insist on forcibly comparing, it is very in line with the way of doing things of many guards in the past... It's disgusting."

Looking at the flickering disgust on Fabian's face, Anson smiled unconscionably.

In addition to these, the Faithless Knights also provided another piece of information about this "Sir Pheleus" - the other party is not only the adjutant of the chief commander of the ruling Knights, a legion commander of the Crusader Army, but also a Deeply hidden blood mage.

This is not surprising... Since the Inquisitor's team can have spellcasters, the Knights of Judgment, which symbolizes the highest combat power of the Holy See, can of course, even if there are blasphemy mages in the Knights of Judgment.

But on the other side's neck... there was no iron ring that imprisoned the power of the Three Old Gods.

An Sen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the clean neck of the other party. The "power" that was quietly activated did not even notice the slightest magical aura.

Could it be that…

"Long time no see, Your Excellency Brigadier General Anson Bach."

With a radiant smile, Phileas stopped at a distance of ten paces from both sides and bowed to everyone, taking off his hat to salute: "You still look as healthy as before."

"Really?" An Sen replied calmly: "Why don't I remember, we met before?"

"Don't remember? Brigadier General is really a noble person who forgets things." Phyllis still smiled:

"Of course we met, but we didn't greet each other face to face. On the day of the fall of the Royal Court of Insel, I had already arrived at your headquarters in order to submit the answer to the Holy See's suggestion to the Kingdom of Clovis. How could I have not met? What about the past?"

Before he finished speaking, Louis next to him gave An Sen a stunned glance, but he remembered clearly that An Sen and himself both entered the Yinsel Royal Court at that time, how could he stay at the command headquarters outside the city?

Although I can't understand it, I can vaguely feel that the other party is using this method to threaten or extort... The young knight's expression is slightly unkind, and the hand that originally wanted to return the salute was gently lowered.

"And you, it's an honor to meet you, Sir Louis Bernard." Phylles still kept a gentle smile: "Your brother, Kroger Bernard, is the knight I admire most in my life. ,none of them."

"Ah... including all of you present, I am very happy to meet you on such a sunny and picturesque day; on behalf of the Crusaders Command and everyone in the Knights of Judgment, I would like to extend my congratulations to you all. Best regards!"

As he spoke, the smiling Ser Phyllis kept greeting everyone present, but very few were willing to respond to him; whether it was the Imperial Knights of Sail City or the officers of the Storm Legion, they obviously preferred the immediate Immediately die in situ, continue to kill the jihadist army to the death.

"Let's talk nonsense." Louis said coldly: "Since your Excellency is here, you must be the plenipotentiary representative of the Mujahideen Army?"

"Me? Of course not!" Phyllis waved his hand mockingly: "I'm just a herald in the front line, and I can't afford the qualifications to negotiate with these real bigwigs; The only task is to inform you that the negotiating envoys are about to arrive."

"Coming soon?"

The young knight raised his eyebrows: "You mean, they haven't come yet?"

"No, they are already here." Phyllis shook his head: "It's just that the preparatory work was too tedious, so it took a little more time, mainly because... ah, they are here!"

Before he finished speaking, Pheleus, who was shining brightly in front of his eyes, raised his right hand and pointed to the blue sky above his head.

Soon, there were exclamations from the crowds and the tidal flats.

Countless pairs of eyes slowly looked at the top of the head, a black dot, a faint black dot tore apart the cloud and mist of the dome, and came towards Red Hand Bay with an unparalleled sense of oppression.

Staring at the whistling shadow, Louis Bernard murmured subconsciously:

"Compassion...heart?!"

Chapter end