There was another rapid sound of the horn, and the sentry who had been guarding at the city gate slowly bent himself on one leg and knelt on the ground, and the short sword that he had held in his right hand was stuck straight into the ground, supporting his half-kneeling body.

"Trampling ......" The sound of horses' hooves, which was chaotic but rhythmic, came softly from the gates of Clesman.

Everyone in the army stood on tiptoe, wanting to take a look at the city gate, because what appeared there would be the protagonist of the day, and the previous qiē was all a foreshadowing for his appearance.

All of them held their breath, and none of them made the same noise as they had done several times before. Heavy dark clouds formed above the holy city, and the sound of ten thousand people's heavy breathing became the only sound under this heavenly dome, and some muffled wind came from the distant desert.

Everyone knows that the last person to appear is the most important person in the Duchy of Colesman. Even though he has lost his original brilliance, what flows in his veins is the glory that will never fade.

His dark blonde hair shimmered with a hint of indifference in the slightly gloomy sunlight, the corners of his ruddy mouth did not move up or down, his originally handsome face was majestic, and the crown on the boy's head was a cross and a symbol of the supreme secular power of the Duchy of Collesman.

Alphonse V rode a tall white horse, accompanied by two entourage, one on the left and one on the right, and slowly walked out of the city gates.

Sebas also uncharacteristically did not smile and signal to everyone, but walked slowly with a short sword on Alphonse's right waist in a solemn manner.

The tuxedo representing the deacon's status was replaced by plate armor that covered his entire body, and Sebas followed Alphonse in two positions behind him without squinting. Slowly move forward with the sound of the horses' footsteps.

To Alphonse's left is an old man with gray hair, a snow-white robe and a staff that adorns his body. The old man's skin is a little old. However, his black eyes shone with infinite essence, and the seven red pentagram stars on the right chest of the robe represented that he was a prominent seventh-level destruction magician. Able to inflict great damage on the enemy in a short time. This is the role of the destroyer mage, and at the same time the most lethal mage.

In this world, a magician is a very unique individual, unlike a warrior who can become an excellent warrior as long as he exercises hard and hard, but needs the talent to become a magician, that is, the affinity for magic, if there is no talent, even if he works hard, he will not achieve anything. Often, only a few out of a few hundred people are lucky enough to become magicians. Even if some people have the talent to learn magic, they may not be able to participate in the magical world of magic because they have not been tested by magic tests. After all, in this era when most people don't even have enough food and clothing. It's hard for them to draw a lot of money and go to the local magic guild to test it.

Therefore, all of these factors determine the rarity of the number of mages. Moreover, even if you become a magician, you must choose the most suitable one among the many types of magic, otherwise, you may be left far behind in the path of magic.

Therefore, a magician can often be respected by ordinary people, and even in some ways, a powerful magician has a more transcendent identity than a nobleman. The unknown and the mysterious are often awe-inspiring.

In the system of magic, the various types of elemental magic are divided into four branches. They are the destruction system, which is mainly used to kill, the healing system, the summoning system, which is mainly to summon elemental creatures, and the auxiliary system, which is used to assist or weaken the combat effectiveness of others. These four branches constitute the most basic structure of elemental magic. Of course, depending on your elemental affinity type, each branch will have different powers, for example, the fire type will have a good power when it casts destructive magic.

Beside Alphonse, Ira Boomer is a very famous master of the Fire Destruction system. He enjoys great prestige throughout the Principality, and even the branch leaders of the Magic Guilds stationed in the Principality maintain a humble attitude towards him.

Although the seventh-level magician is still not far from the top ninth-level. But there are still very few magic masters who can become seventh-level, at least only six in this principality.

Accompanied by these two people. Alphonse walked step by step to a high platform that had been specially set up in front of 10,000 people. According to the rules that have existed since the past, every king would use amplification magic on a makeshift platform to say some words of encouragement to the soldiers who were about to go on the expedition, that is, to give a speech before the battle. Alphonse was no exception to this traditional ritual.

Count Aymor spent a lot of time preparing for this expedition, such as how to kill Alphonse and then take the throne. For this pre-battle speech, he also had Alphonse prepare a speech written on parchment.

However, in the mind of Count Elmo, it had long been concluded that the inactive and mediocre Alphonse must have put aside the speech without even reading it, so that Alphonse would be embarrassed by the fact that he had nothing to say in front of everyone, and then Alphonse would once again lower his evaluation in the principality. Indeed, Alphonse had no interest in the speech.

Alphonse knew very well that this speech was a long speech that Aimo had carefully prepared, and that it would definitely be inspiring when it was spoken, but he also knew that under his old stupid appearance, Count Aimo had concluded that he would not read it based on his disguised appearance, and that he would have nothing to say when he set out on the expedition and once again lose his prestige in front of everyone.

But will it really be as Aimo predicted?

Alphonse smiled, and slowly walked to the high platform under the gaze of everyone.

"Oooo

The eyes of thousands of people were focused on the point on the high platform, and the cold light of the swords and guns combined with Alphonse's footsteps violently reflected the terrifying coldness.

Bursts of dull thunder came in the distance of the dark clouds that had been heavy for thousands of miles. It seems that this speech may have taken place in the rain.

With a smile on his lips, Count Aimo looked at the chief of the two knightly orders beside him.

Barres closed his eyes. He clenched the greatsword stuck in the ground with both hands, ignoring Aimo's gaze.

Monlance returned with a smile full of kindness, and it was worth considering whether it was really kind.

(I am the king.) King of the Holy City!) Count Aymor also learned from the head of the Knights Templar, and slowly became fascinated by his eyes......

In short, the king's speech was begun. Whether it's in the wind or in the coming rain. The black clouds representing the rain stretched for thousands of miles, and the heavy clouds pressed heavily on the huge city of Kolesmang and the people present, and the heavy breathing of tens of thousands of people was like a faint thunder between the clouds, indicating the coming of a storm that was about to sweep the vast area.

The young king's body with a long sword slowly stepped towards the front of the stage, and the sound of steel clashing between the armor keys was as solemn as his face, just like the dome covered with dark clouds today. His purple-blue eyes slowly closed and he took a deep breath. Excellent scalability due to amplification magic. Alphonse inhaled and everyone present could hear it.

Count Aimo looked at Alphonse's nervous expression, smiled coldly, and then closed his eyes again and relaxed. In fact, there was nothing worth his nervousness about, and it was a fantasy to rely on that somewhat scumbag king to boost morale and make him make an excellent speech.

Vikos and Shabak stood together, taking on the role of Viscount Boseksen, who had little real power for Vikos. They were allowed to lead their horses and stand in front of the army to listen to the king's speeches up close.

"What do you think?" asked Vicos, tilting his head, as he asked the middle-aged knight beside him.

"He was so nervous. Shabak seemed to be very unoptimistic about Alphonse's speech.

Vicos shrugged, maybe he would have thought the same thing before he had met Sebas, but now......

"Who knows if he deliberately disguised it?" Vicos didn't intend to tell Sù Shabak about his meeting with Sebas. He always felt that there was a story between Sebas and Shabak. Of course, this is just a gut feeling.

"Ahem. Alphonse cleared his throat, and the amplification magic was responsible for transmitting the voice.

Most people hear this after that. They all straightened up and looked at the young king on the high platform. But. There were still a few people who were unimpressed by Alphonse's plans to hunt him.

"Today......" Alphonse's somewhat childish, sharp, but not mean voice came from the high platform, "we stand here. Stand on God's land. ”

"Stand on St. Colesman, the land that our ancestors watered with their blood and dignity!" Alphonse's flat voice grew louder, "Behind you is the wall of St. Clesman, which is the center of the world! It is the light of the world! It is the city of God!"

Alphonse's eyes revealed a chill, "Dear dear brothers and warriors: I, by the gift of God, have become the king and your leader of the Duchy of St. Colesman, and I make the most urgent appeal to you. He paced slowly on the high platform, "I have come to you servants of God as a messenger of destiny. I hope to find in you the kind of loyalty to God that I am looking for. But if there is any heresy in you that is contrary to God's will, I will do my best to resolve it. It will be your heartfelt happiness that God has made you born as servants in his family, so that God may feel your devotion through your service. ”

The dark clouds over the army are even more solemn, the rumbling thunder is approaching here, and a huge storm will soak the land and bathe the warriors who are about to fight.

After hearing Alphonse's speech, Aimo's eyes opened, and he looked at the king on the stage with some puzzlement, and he looked at the side again, and sure enough, the chief of the two knights was also a little puzzled.

The Holy Book tells us: "You are the salt of the world." If salt loses its taste, how can it be made salty again? It is useless to be thereafter, but to be thrown out and trampled under foot. How much the world needs salt! Indeed, like salt, you should retain its qualities and open wisdom in the low tastes of earthly ignorance. Otherwise, when the Lord preaches to His followers, the corruption and abscesses of original sin will be found in them. He will find their sickness. That is sin - from their carelessness in their responsibilities to themselves, and he will treat them as useless. Into the abyss of uncleanness, for they are ashamed of the great sacrifice of the Lord, and He will cast them out of the holy place he loves. Alphonse looked up at the sky and closed his eyes as if listening to the thunder that shook the sky, "As you can see, a despicable people from the south, usurping the land of our ancestors, they have attacked all the way to Schienburg. Until we fended off their tidal wave at Fort Luxe. Thin raindrops and thunder fell in the sky, "They are ravaging God's kingdom, destroying holy churches, kidnapping God's people, insulting chaste women, and greedily drinking the blood of baptized children." What a shame it would be for those devilish slaves to rule over a people trusted by their masters. ！”

The eyes of everyone in the audience suddenly all looked at the young man on the stage, and each looked at this king with different eyes. There are those who are stunned, excited, shocked, delighted, jealous, and resentful. Each person's different gaze reflects their own thoughts.

"Sue me, sue me, can we continue to tolerate it, tolerate the deeds of these filthy people?" Alphonse's face flushed slightly, and his tone trembled with overexertion.

"No ......"

"No!"

"Can't!"

"We can't!"

"Kill the infidels!"

The voices of the crowd were originally only whispered responses from a few people. There was no ripple in this army of 10,000 people, but as the voices of the answerers grew, the whole world seemed to be shaken. Crackling raindrops beat down on people's raised red faces, soaking their red eyes.

"No! no!" Alphonse shouted along with everyone else. "A depraved nation that is despised and dominated by the devil is overcome by the worship of God. What a shame it would be for a nation that prides itself on being a saint and a religion! If you cannot behave in a way worthy of the status of a saint. How the Lord should rebuke you! Let those who used to fight fiercely with others over private matters now fight against the heathen for the sake of God! A victorious battle!"

"For the Lord! for God!" said the words of the crowd, but it seemed to fit the mood of the people at this moment, and everyone loudly cooperated with the thunder in the sky.

"For the Lord!"

"For God!"

Aimo's face became solemn, he couldn't understand why this somewhat stupid king in the past could give such a good speech today, it was like a different person. Alphonse raised his face and let the rain tap on his handsome face wantonly, listening attentively to the roar of the thousands of people below.

He slowly lifted his arms, then pressed them down.

The roar of the crowd slowly weakened as the arm fell, and the sounds of the world seemed to be under his control. The hearts of the crowd slowly calmed down with the waving of his arms, although it was only a superficial silence.

"I'm proud, among you people. There are very few people without bones like this! In front of me is an army with unyielding blood for thousands of years! This blood once flowed in the veins of our ancestors, and they never gave in! Now, they are bubbling in our bodies, you sue me. Do you want it to cool!?" The raging wind hung on the grass, and Alphonse's hair was scattered under the influence of the wind, and the long hair clung to his face.

"No!"

"I don't want to!!"

Everyone roared hoarsely as hard as they could, and although the sound of the wind howling was enough to drown out the voice of one person, it was absolutely impossible for him to distort the souls of these tens of thousands.

As long as everyone has the same belief in their hearts, then what else in this world can stop these people?

"To be able to unite people. There are two things: a common ideal and a common crime. We have the great ideal carved into our souls, and we will shed our last drop of blood for this ideal! Nothing but God can save our faith but this ideal! It is a great shame that the infidels have taken away our land! We have the determination and reason to refuse to carry it out! Do what you want! Just as our ancestors took up guns. Just as he led his countrymen to fight valiantly with the sacred banner held high!If you want to fight, then go and fight!Then I will be able to see whether you are tens of thousands of unyielding warriors or tens of thousands of cowardly believers!" Alphonse's voice grew more and more intense. Like a growing storm, it raged on the outskirts of the Holy City.

Soldiers and citizens standing on the city walls. The army that was waiting outside the city, everyone looked at the king with eager eyes, and his young and handsome appearance was no longer the same as before, giving people a feeling of weakness, but a kind of perseverance that penetrated into the hearts of the people.

"If one day, I, Alphonse, will be like a valiant warrior, and I will rush to the forefront with the banner of our faith! Even if I die in battle, I will enter heaven with a smile! I will meet my ancestors who are as heroic and glorious as I am. I can walk to God humbly and without shame, and I can proudly say to Him: I, your people, have not disgraced you, I shed my last drop of blood for the great faith!"

Count Aimo's eyes widened, like some, as he looked at the king on the stage, though the raindrops the size of beans fell on his face. But it's as if there is no consciousness. Now his mind was a little confused, how could a waste-like person make such a brilliant speech.

"I think I'm probably going to take back what I just said, he's really a great orator. Shabak wiped the rain from his face and opened his mouth. Said to Vicos beside him.

"Well...... Indeed it is. A smile broke into the corner of Vicos' mouth, he didn't expect that this speech would be the same as the last time 10,000 people worshipped. The power of faith is generated. However, just like last time, it only rose to 500 and did not continue.

(It seems that there is an upper limit to the collection of this faith that he does not know.) It's time to talk to Bernice. Vikos thought to himself.

Evra smiled and picked up the helmet on his chest. Wear it on your head and let the rain slide off your helmet. Anyway, due to the helmet's good sealing, only a few rainwaters can get inside.

No matter what others think, Alphonse's speech is not over, and neither is this storm,

"We are united in the name of God! Fight for a new, holy world!" Alphonse pressed his hand to the hilt of his sword and glared angrily at the sergeant in front of him.

"Fight for those who enslaved us to get out of the sacred land!" Alphonse jerked out the sword at his waist.

"Fight for our dignity!"

"Fight for our promise!" the storm grew more and more violent, and in this arid place, such a violent storm was rare.

"Fight to save our brothers!"

"Fight for our first glory!"

"For our children and grandchildren to be able to proudly proclaim that we are warriors who never give in!"

Alphonse's stirring words are so ingrained in the ears of the people that they lift the spirits of tens of thousands of people. Everyone trembled uncontrollably with excitement, and the metallic texture that shimmered with cold light could not stop the strong breath of war even if it was buried by the rain.

"Whoever sets out with me, if he loses his life on the way, whether on land or sea, or in a war against the infidels, their sins will be forgiven in that moment, and the glory of the kingdom of heaven will be immortal!" Alphonse's hair was washed by the rain and curdled together.

"Set out on the heathen! Do not hesitate, do not hesitate, do not hesitate, for the glory of our Lord, go! Dye the cross red as your emblem, you are the 'Crusaders,' and the Lord will bless you with invincibility!" An imposing momentum that people couldn't look at directly released from Alphonse's body, making people feel that the king in front of them was actually an ethereal being, an angel sent by God to the world.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

I don't know who knelt down first, just like a contagion, a strange feeling passed through everyone's heart, whether you want to or not, everyone fell to the ground violently.

"Long live my king!"

"Long live my king!"

"Long live my king!"

The sergeants stationed on the city walls and the citizens watching, the soldiers in the suburbs ready to go, all of them spoke the same words at this moment, and a new king was rising.

The storm stopped, the sky washed after the rain became cleaner, and the unique round sun of the desert slowly appeared.

"My king......" Alphonse muttered softly. (To be continued......)