As he spoke, Parley's eyes met with Mi Xiu's. Although his face was still that of Mi Xiu who sympathized with the poor people, the compassion in his eyes had long since disappeared, leaving only an indifference that showed no trace of emotion.
With this look, even Parley, who was good at cultivating qi, could not help but feel a chill running down his back when he met these eyes.
"boom!"
Parley's words did not stop the opponent's actions. Mi Xiu's hand was raised slightly, and the Earth Knight who was supposed to be as stable as a mountain flew backwards more than ten meters away.
The sword also appeared in Mishu's hand.
"Ahem!"
The Earth Knight who was knocked away made a loud noise when he collided with the ground. The hard stone slabs in the square in front of the temple were smashed into a circle of spider web-like cracks, and the originally exquisite armor on his body was also shattered into shape.
"I'm teaching him how to be respectful enough."
The Earth Knight who was knocked away was very loyal to Parley, and he still tried to struggle to get up after being so severely injured.
However, Mishu's blow made almost every bone in his body feel as if it had been hit by a hammer, and there were at least double-digit fractures on his body.
He couldn't exert any strength at all, so he squirmed on the ground a few times, and then fell back to the ground weakly.
Unless he was burned by the dragon's breath from the front, not even the giant dragon could kill an earth knight so easily.
This light blow defeated an earth-level expert, instantly freezing the scene.
"Now let's talk about things related to His Majesty Parley. I think you should use another etiquette for your enthronement."
Regardless of the surprised looks of the nobles and officials present, a group of white-robed men followed Misiu and squeezed away the soldiers surrounding Parley.
Because of the shock of the scene where the Earth Knight was knocked away just now, and because Parley remained silent, the soldiers surrounding Parley offered little resistance and retreated as soon as they were forced by these men in white robes.
The soldiers wearing ceremonial armor around Parley were all replaced by the men in white robes brought by Mishu.
Looking at the group of white-robed men around him, Parley's face became very ugly.
"The kingdom's etiquette has been passed down for hundreds of years. It doesn't just change. Besides, is it a bit childish to change the etiquette of enthroning without any preparation?"
"laugh!"
Pa Lei retorted in a calm voice, but Mi Xiu let out a sneer.
Perhaps in his opinion, this enthronement ceremony is child's play enough, and it does not lack this little bit.
"His Majesty Parley's so-called inheritance of hundreds of years is nothing more than Aragorn's random behavior back then, and my set of etiquette is the most orthodox ceremony of all countries in the continent thousands of years ago."
"Does your kingdom have more orthodox etiquette than the elves?"
"Elven etiquette?"
"Of course, a king should receive blessings from the gods when he is crowned, and I will crown you personally!"
After that, the two white robes took out a gorgeous crown from somewhere, with a milky white brim and a golden curved frame that held the crown up high, like a neatly trimmed tree crown, with a thorn in the middle.
A flaming golden gemstone.
The style of this crown is completely different from the traditional crown style of the Chalmain family. It also doesn't match the dress Parley is wearing today. If he were to wear it, he would really look like a clown.
Of course, whether the style of the crown matches Pare's more Chinese-style dress is not the key.
At this point, no matter how stupid the nobles below are, they still understand what is happening.
Perhaps, some smart people had guessed something from the beginning, and just out of the instinct of survival, they buried their heads down there and pretended that they didn't know anything.
But although the kingdom has raised a bunch of pig-like nobles for hundreds of years, it will not lack a few loyal ministers and filial sons.
"Qiang!"
Just when Misuo held up the crown and stared at Parley with a gloomy face, someone among the nobles who were watching the ceremony finally couldn't help but stand up.
I saw an aristocratic young man in gorgeous clothes, taking advantage of the guards around him not paying attention, he pulled out the slender ceremonial sword from his waist, pointed at a group of white robes on the stage from a distance and shouted:
"How dare the remnants of the Rising Sun Church appear in the palace openly and openly!"
"Kill the thief! Kill the thief!"
The young man immediately revealed the identity of the person on the stage, which made most of the nobles who were still pretending to be a bit embarrassed.
It should be said that the hostile attitude towards the church for hundreds of years does have some effect.
At least in the royal capital, most nobles are still very repulsive to the church from the bottom of their hearts, unlike in the south where they are penetrated like a sieve.
It's just rejection. You can't expect a group of guys who have been comfortable for hundreds of years to jump out and shed blood for the kingdom.
Although there are many knights in this group of nobles, their knightly cultivation is basically based on resources. Most of them only cultivate to ignite their fighting spirit, and then inherit their family titles according to the laws of the kingdom. They may cultivate to
At the level of knights, they have never even killed a chicken.
The combat effectiveness can be imagined.
Most of the nobles in the audience do not have the iron-blooded spirit of the knights in the army. Their actual combat abilities are pitifully low, and they can only bully ordinary people.
Not to mention facing knights with fighting experience in the army, there is a possibility of overturning against elite quasi-knights.
Most of this group of nobles of the kingdom who have no spirit and lack fighting ability do not have much courage.
Anyway, if the Rising Sun Cult comes to the surface, it won’t kill them, right?
Therefore, although this young nobleman shouted out the identity of the group of white-robed men on the stage, there was almost no response from the thousands of noblemen present.
Anyway, they were only forced to attend Parley's enthronement ceremony. The swords on the waists of the earth knights and white robes who were knocked out were real.
"kill!"
"Chi!"
"Chi!"
In the end, there were only five or six nobles who rushed to the high platform. Only the leader grabbed a thin sword from the guard beside him. The remaining few rushed up with bare hands and a rare bloody courage.
However, not to mention that they were approaching Mixiu, they were stopped by the white robes around them as soon as they passed the confused guards.
A rapier is no match for a killing weapon, and a few noble knights charging with bloody courage cannot be a match for the killing machines trained by the church.
In a matter of ten seconds, there were several corpses on the ground without causing any disturbance.
The permeating smell of blood completely overwhelmed the last traces of dissatisfaction among the nobles present. They all lowered their heads and did not even dare to show their resentment.
Mi Xiu, who was standing on the stage, briefly glanced at the people in the audience and then stopped paying attention to them.
"What are you still hesitating about, Your Majesty Parley?"
"With me crowning you, you will build a great empire comparable to the elves."
Mi Xiu's words are quite deceptive. After all, when the Elf Empire was strong, it almost unified the entire continent, and hundreds of tribes surrendered.
But this is actually a pie in the sky. To make the human kingdom become a powerful empire comparable to the elven empire, it is not something that can be achieved overnight. It is hard to say whether it can be achieved.
When the elves ruled the continent, they had the support of three-digit magisters, and the dragons could be treated as experimental materials.
The benefits are not tangible, but the disadvantages are immediate. The biggest curse on the Elf Kingdom is a group of domineering gods.
The Elf Empire regards hundreds of tribes as ants, but they are also like pigs in front of the gods.
With great difficulty, the elves overthrew the gods and religious authority, and now they are going to take advantage of humans again?
"Your Majesty Parley! If you don't want to, I think your brothers would be willing to stand in your position."
Seeing that Pa Lei was still hesitant, Mi Xiu pointed his hand.
Parley looked in the direction that Misu pointed and saw two familiar faces appearing among a group of white robes.
“The second and third child!.”
Two young men with faces somewhat similar to Ren's were standing in the middle of the white robes with frightened expressions on their faces.
These two people were Renne's other two sons. They could not be said to be useless, but compared to the eldest prince and Parley, they were less capable of taking action. They were people who had been eliminated early in the struggle for the succession to the throne.
He was sent out before the decisive battle with the orcs, and nothing happened. He had almost no sense of presence. But now he was invited here by the people of the Rising Sun Cult. It is self-evident what the purpose is.
However, Pare's look of surprise only stayed on his face for a moment, and he soon returned to normal:
"Since His Holiness the Pope has already found them, how about inviting them here now?"
There seemed to be a threat in Parley's words, but how could Mi Xiu, who had an absolute superiority in force, be easily manipulated by the opponent?
"You are a smart person, but it is best not to be smart but to be misled by your smartness. I just want to tell you that you are the best choice, but not the only choice."
Parley stopped where he was, as if he had gone through another fierce struggle and finally took a step toward Mi Xiu, who was holding the crown in his hand.
"Tap, step, step."
Boots encrusted with precious stones made the sound of heavy footsteps.
Everyone present watched attentively as Parley approached Mi Xiu step by step.
Under Mishu's gaze, Parley half-knelt in front of the opponent, and the crown was raised high.
An era is coming back again.
If history books were to record this scene, they would definitely write it like this.
The king fell at the feet of the Pope, and the Charlemagne royal family, which had been fighting fiercely against the church for hundreds of years, was completely defeated.
This marked the defeat of royal power in the face of divine power, and the Rising Sun Religion officially overran secular royal power.
However, just when the crown was about to be placed on Parley's head, an accident suddenly happened.
Parley's hands, which were hanging naturally on the ground, suddenly raised their hands and held the crown tightly just as it was touching his hair.
However, Pa Lei also knew that he could not compete with Misu in terms of strength. While blocking the crown with both hands, he fell forward without caring about his image, and then fell to the ground with his head in his hands. It looked like even
It's like giving a big gift to Mi Xiu in front of me.
Although the image was very ugly, the effect was still very significant. The crown that was about to be placed on Parley's head stopped in mid-air.
Facing Pare who fell to the ground with his head in his arms, even if Mi Xiu had all kinds of skills, he couldn't put the crown on Pare's head at this moment.
However, at this time, Mi Xiu could not focus on Pare.
"Hurry up and do it!"
Streams of blue smoke emerged from under the floor, forming chains and covering Mi Xiu on the stage.
An old man who looked like he was dying appeared on the steps of the main hall of the Golden Dragon Palace at some unknown moment.
"Ahem."
"Have you ever asked me if you were acting wild in the palace?"