Chapter 136 The End of the Era: Knight Lord

Karda rode behind Duke Dracula. He and a group of squire knights followed behind their lords. The squires held up their spears and followed behind the adults. Flags with various patterns fluttered on their spears.

This eye-catching team ran from the distance of the river. They rode on horseback and rose and fell with the horses. The dull sound of horse hooves echoed on the earth, especially after they stepped on the bridge of Texburg.

The crisp sound of horse hooves echoed in Carda's ears. He held the flag in one hand and followed Duke Dracula. The knights followed and ran across the bridge. The horseshoes stepped on the stone pavement of the bridge and made dense echoes. They passed through the broken and collapsed ruins of the city gate bridge.

Karda looked at the ruins around him. He could hardly believe that they had destroyed the city gate in an instant. He still remembered the scene when he watched the lightning fighter flying over the river on the hill and destroyed the city gate with a missile that they could not understand.

Everything about these aliens was incomprehensible to them, not only the squires, but even the lords. Only the knowledgeable Lord Draco knew a thing or two.

He was the one who knew the Empire, the Emperor and the Imperial Angels the best among these people, so he led everyone across the bridge. They crossed the wide bridge and came to the entrance of the fortress at the end.

The city gate here was opened, the internal gate was lifted up, and the wooden fence door was broken into broken debris and fell to the ground. Carda looked at the heavenly soldiers outside the city gate. They stood under the city gate with guns on their backs or holding them, chatting, and seemed to have no sense of vigilance at all.

The equipment of these people was also incomprehensible to Carda. He didn't know why their armor was so scarce. There was only a set of breastplates, leggings and helmets.

But perhaps their weapons could make up for this shortcoming. The guns in their hands could instantly penetrate the knight's armor, and the power of the grenades they carried far exceeded the limit of the local people's explosives.

The knights passed by the heavenly soldiers. They rode past a Chimera armored vehicle and passed under the huge bridge hole to enter the inner side of the castle.

Draco pulled the reins to stop the horse. He sat on the horse and looked around the scene in the city.

There were corpses everywhere. The bodies of the rebels were torn into pieces and fell everywhere. The marines were carrying the bodies and piling them up in the same place, but it was obvious that so many bodies brought a huge workload, so now the bodies were everywhere, and there was only a small mountain of corpses outside the stable.

They piled the bodies on the mountain of corpses, and the soldiers holding flamethrowers walked up and ignited the bodies. The high-temperature fire sprayed on the bodies instantly made the mountain of corpses burn.

The sudden fire frightened the horses. They stamped their hooves and neighed in place, but soon calmed down under the comfort of the knights.

Draco dismounted and stepped on the stone road covered with dried blood. The heavy armor trembled as he landed on the ground. The lords also dismounted and adjusted their armor.

Draco nodded to Carda, and the servant understood and rode to the other stable with the other servants, where they would wait for their lord.

Draco walked to the main entrance of the fortress with the other lords, carrying a sword. Lancelot was standing outside the gate waiting for them. The burly black-armored giant looked at the knight lords who came.

When they came to Lancelot, they immediately knelt down and saluted. The knight in the winged helmet nodded slightly. Draco stood up and looked up at the angel of death in front of him.

He raised his finger and pointed at the entrance of the fortress, "The Inquisitor is waiting for you, don't let him wait too long."

Draco nodded immediately, and then led the lords into the fortress. Lancelot looked down at Draco who was passing by, and then examined each lord who passed by and observed them, watching their reactions and actions.

He watched them pass by one by one, watched them enter the fortress, and after a moment of contemplation, Lancelot turned on the communicator, "Vito, I have a candidate."

Draco led the lords to walk in the corridor of the fortress, which was also covered with black blood. Although the bodies had been cleared away, the previous tragic battle was still vivid.

The lords walked across the sticky ground, and many of them uttered disgusting curses, but Draco was silent and raised his head. He walked in the corridor with a sword.

The burning torch illuminated the outline of his face. He walked from statue to statue and corner to corner, and his cloak floated behind him with his footsteps.

He knew where to go without guidance, he knew it very well, so he led everyone to the Lord's Hall of Fortress Tykes, where the throne of the Lord used to be.

They walked into the hall, and Draco was the first to enter. He stood in the solid hall made of stubborn stone, which was still decorated with many blasphemous things of pagans and cults.

Their flags, symbols and carpets were laid here, although they also made this cold and lonely hall have some life, but for Draco this was a blasphemy. The existence of these things was not beauty, but a blasphemy to the Emperor's faith.

He raised his head and looked at Vito sitting on the throne. He sat on it like a king, and the female judge sat on the wide armrest of the throne, like a queen. She leaned on the backrest of the throne with her legs crossed, looking at the lords with a funny look on her face.

Of course she has returned to her normal self. You can't let a succubus receive the lords, right? What? Do you think it's good? Then I recommend talking to the political commissar about this issue. He will kindly tell you the consistent principles of the empire and practice it for you.

Three death angels stood around the throne. They wore helmets and stared coldly at the visitor. They did not say a word, but their presence already created a sense of oppression that was almost fearful.

Draku stepped forward after knowing that all the lords had expired. He walked to the throne and knelt on the ground. The lords also stepped forward and knelt down to salute Vito and Lilith one by one.

Vito smiled and raised his hand slightly, "Okay, I'm not the emperor himself, so get up." As he said that, Vito threw a head in front of them.

The head rolled down from the throne and fell to the ground. Draku looked at the head. It was the head of Duke Mushilon. The man's expression before death was extremely painful and collapsed. Perhaps it was because he was defeated and led by the emperor's messenger. Come with frustration?

"The traitor is dead, and the Emperor's light will shine on this land again." Vito said, and Draku also stood up and nodded affirmatively, "I agree, sir, we will ensure that the Emperor's light will always shine on this land. , let darkness and betrayal be driven away forever."

"I have ordered and instructed the subordinate lords to lead the army to attack. They will defeat the remaining rebels. It won't take long, sir, and all the guilty people will be punished."

Vito sat on the throne and leaned on it. After taking a deep breath, he stood up and held the chain sword with one hand. "But the Emperor needs a guardian, one who represents his will to defend the dark frontier and spread the truth to the utmost." Messenger of Dark Corners.”

The lords raised their heads and looked at Vito, and the Inquisitor turned to look at a cult flag. He shot and broke the rope of the flag. The flag fell to the ground. The huge flags overlapped on the ground and made a sound as the Roman pole fell to the ground. A dull crashing sound.

"The emperor needs a guardian who is not only a defender of the faith, but also a defender of the people of the planet. He needs to fight against the demons and monsters in the star sea."

"And I, the Emperor's personally chosen judge, Vito Constantine, will select in the name of the Emperor a Governor of Casson Star personally appointed by the Emperor, or in your words, the Supreme Lord."

The lords looked at each other, but Draku was still looking at Vito. He bowed his head and thanked humbly, "Praise the Emperor's Light, as he wishes, and we do need such a representative."

Vito looked at the lords, scanning their faces one by one, as majestic as the emperor himself, "This person needs to be loyal, brave and resourceful, humble and good at using others."

"I have been observing for a long time, and the death angels under me also share the same opinion with me, and I will announce it here."

Vito said and took out a ring from his arms, a skull with the symbols of the Imperial Sky Eagle and the Holy Skull, and a small letter I of the Inquisition on it.

He stepped off the throne and walked towards Draku step by step, "We all believe that you, Duke Draku, are the most qualified to take on this important task. Here, I, Inquisitor Vito Constantine and Inquisitor Lilith, In the presence of the Emperor, you are granted this important task in his name."

Some lords seemed to have objections, but suddenly Lancelot also walked into the throne room. He suddenly appeared behind the lords. The black-armored giant looked down at them, and then walked to join his brothers.

No one dares to have an opinion anymore, no one does.

Lilith also took the seat, with a judge's signature rosary hanging on her waist. She walked to the throne and looked at the lords below with her sword in hand, together with the four angels of death.

Draku took off his iron glove and put it under his armpit. He formally reached out and took the ring. He looked at the ring in his hand and stared at the ring that symbolized responsibility, dignity and mission.

Vito watched Draku put it on his finger solemnly. He raised his head and looked at Vito and nodded respectfully, "In the name of the Emperor, my family, my descendants, and I will bear it in the name of the Emperor." Light burns life to illuminate the darkness.”

Vito smiled with satisfaction and pressed Dracula's shoulders, who also looked at the emperor's envoy in front of him.

"Then, Lord Governor, now it is your turn to do your first thing for the Emperor."