r18novel Chapter 90 Young man, be careful of developing health problems later.
Chapter 90 Young man, be careful of developing health problems later.
Chapter 90 Young man, be careful of developing health problems later (Seeking first subscription)
A high concentration of Mad King's blood surged within Modi's body.
His eyes were stained with a greed that came from his bloodline, the greed that the red dragon was born with.
The vast dragon's might spread outwards from him.
His men were all shunned by the dragon's might, while the guards on the city wall were all terrified and turned pale.
Some even had their legs go weak, unable to hold their weapons, and collapsed to the ground.
Dragon's might disrupted Galahad's breathing.
He stared intently at the figure on the ground, instinctively making a motion to draw his sword.
The three judges' expressions changed, and their faces showed the same surprise.
"There's no mistake, this is the Red Dragon's Might."
The watcher raised his lantern and shone it on the flame; the light in his eyes burned along with the flame. After a moment, he made his conclusion.
"He has the blood of a red dragon flowing through his veins." The judge's eyes were sharp as he stared intently at the man on the ground.
The servant put down his giant axe, unable to hide his excitement, and said:
"And it's a high concentration of red dragon blood, almost identical to that of the prince back then."
The three exchanged glances and reached a silent consensus.
This prince seems to be better than that certain princess with low blood concentration and debauchery.
Putting aside the concentration of bloodline, Elizabeth's achievement in killing the remains of Toyama is far superior.
"It's too early to draw conclusions; let's first examine the extent of his sins."
As the judge spoke, he looked at the monitor.
The old man with the lantern immediately understood, his eyes shining even brighter as he focused on Modi, as if trying to see through his past.
Galahad suddenly shouted angrily:
Are you trying to provoke me?
He stared intently at the tall figure, drew his sword, and his eyes were filled with rage.
He dared not admit that he had just been frightened by that inexplicable aura.
The momentary fear quickly turned into anger, which, combined with the previous anger, intensified at this moment.
He pointed his longsword at the ground and said loudly:
"If you're trying to provoke me, then very well, you've succeeded. I now challenge you to a knightly duel!"
"?" Mordy shifted his gaze from the judge and gave the unknown knight a wary look.
He wasn't targeting anyone at all; it was simply the Mad King's blood releasing its dragon might on its own.
How did it become a provocation?
After carefully examining the young rider, Modi understood.
Judging from his young age, around twenty, he appeared weak and listless, clearly having just engaged in sexual activity.
It's normal to feel a surge of internal heat and become confused when provoked by the dragon's might.
So he changed his tone and advised:
"Young man, you've just had sex, so it's best not to get into fights with others. Be careful not to develop health problems and become impotent for life." His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
Bazett's eyes bulged as he stared straight ahead, biting his lip and fixing the corners of his mouth in a subtle arc.
Arken and his apprentice, without much restraint, burst into laughter.
On the city wall, the soldiers guarding the city looked on with curiosity.
They had all heard that Galahad strictly adhered to the code of chivalry and had not yet married. How could they say that?
The judge glanced at the knight out of the corner of his eye and uttered a single word:
"Oh."
Galahad's face flushed red, his breathing became erratic again, and his inner rage erupted.
He didn't know how he had been seen through; he only knew that he had to kill the person who had insulted and provoked him.
"You asked for this!"
He leaped off the city wall as if it were nothing.
Upon landing, he skillfully controlled his strength, dissipating all the impact without stirring up much dust.
Having just regained his footing, he didn't hesitate and charged straight at the person who had challenged him.
"Good advice is useless to a damned fool."
Modi shook his head and casually summoned the Dragon Slayer Spear in his hand.
He had already given this person a chance, so since this person was courting death, he shouldn't be blamed for making an example of him.
Galahad gave a cold smile when he saw the enormous weapon, which was nearly three meters long and resembled both a gun and a sword.
"Can anyone actually wield such a weapon? It's all show and no substance."
He ran at full speed, almost leaving only a blur, and rushed to Modi in an instant.
The longsword in his hand thrust out like a flash of cold light, aiming at the gap in the enemy's armor.
In his imagination, Modi, who was covered in heavy armor and wielding huge weapons, should be very clumsy.
With his speed, he could easily pierce the neck of the armored man before he could even make a move.
"bite."
Modi swung his dragon-hunting spear, using no skill whatsoever, relying solely on brute force, and in an instant, he knocked the longsword away.
"It's probably the power of a Knight Class Triple Seal Extraordinary."
He assessed Galahad's strength.
He could suppress this kind of product when it was first printed, let alone now that it's been printed three times.
He knocked the knight's longsword away, and before Galahad could react, he sheathed his spear and thrust it forward.
The broad blade of the Dragon Slayer Spear plunged into the rider's chest, then flicked upwards, lifting him into the air.
"Hmm!"
The excruciating pain overwhelmed Galahad's thoughts; he only caught a glimpse of a dark shadow sweeping past before the longsword vanished.
Like a dotted painting, he himself was also pierced by the spear, and blood spurted out like paint.
The spilled blood did not fall to the ground; instead, it remained suspended in the air, condensing into clusters of blood-red ice crystals.
Blood flowed from Galahad's seven orifices and also condensed into ice crystals.
Before he died, a look of innocent confusion remained on his face.
"Yes, this is it, this is exactly what I want to see!"
Cinderella, clutching her sketchbook, watched this scene with shining eyes.
"Using pointillism techniques, the angle at which the brush pierces the paper is just right, and the splattered blood is not wasted, but rather adds to the beauty of the work."
After she finished speaking, Arken joined in:
"Most importantly, the confusion in the material was perfectly preserved, which was a stroke of genius."
He had an expression of ecstasy on his face, and his whole body was trembling, as if he were high on drugs.
"The emotions captured in Yiwen's life are forever frozen in time; this is the art we pursue—art that can capture people's hearts."
He walked up to Modi, his face filled with barely concealed excitement, and bowed respectfully.
"Master, please allow me to preserve this work so that more people can appreciate your masterpiece."
"*【Dragon language profanity】*, even a corpse has aesthetic value?"
Modi punched him, then casually tossed Galahad's corpse onto him.
The closer you get to art, the further you get from reason.
He couldn't see any artistic elements in this design.
Ignoring Arken, who was clutching the corpse and chuckling foolishly, he looked up again at the city wall.
"Were you watching me while I was fighting?"
This was said to the monitor.
From the moment he started watching, the old man's gaze had been fixed on him, using some unknown authority to spy on him.
The monitor wasn't annoyed by his revelation; he simply looked puzzled.
"So, what did you figure out?" the judge asked.
After a moment of silence, the monitor nodded and slowly spoke:
"I saw that he was extremely bloodthirsty, yet his sins were few: ...he killed thousands of people without any remorse."
This means he doesn't feel he did anything wrong at all.
The judge's expression gradually turned serious.
"If one is too bloodthirsty, one is not fit to be a king."
The hand holding the paper suddenly said:
"We've killed quite a few people, haven't we?"
He glanced at his two colleagues and continued to offer his opinions.
"As the old man said, he committed very few sins, which means he mostly killed those who deserved to die. Even if his methods were cruel, it was still better than that... princess who was suspected of secretly plotting something big."
Thinking of that inhuman princess, the other two nodded.
The judge glanced in the direction of the palace, pondered for a moment, and then made his decision.
"That's right. With the strength he's shown, and our cooperation, we should be able to take down that princess."
"Then so be it. For the sake of Avalon's survival, let a new king be established."
The three of them, one after another, finalized the future of the kingdom on the city wall, completely disregarding the princess.
Even if she were to ascend the throne today.
"Open the city gates to welcome...the Prince's return."
As instructed by the judge, the city guards opened the city gates.
The sturdy gates of Camelot slowly opened, and Mordy raised an eyebrow in surprise.
He had thought it would take a lot of effort, but the judges were surprisingly sensible.
He waved his hand and gave orders to the troops:
"Go into town."
The troops continued their advance.
After passing through the city gate, Mordi met the three judges who were already waiting.
They looked solemn and went forward to greet Modi as he approached.
"Your Highness."
Modi laughed and said, "What, weren't you going to execute me a few nights ago?"
"You have the blood of the red dragon and are not bound by the law, which is a flaw in the law."
The judge spoke calmly, without any extra emotion, and readily acknowledged the inadequacy of the law.
"When our king formulated the laws, he probably didn't even consider that he would still have offspring left in the world."
The Red Dragon King's only son disappeared long ago during the fight against the invasion of the Corpse Mountain.
They never expected that two red dragon offspring would suddenly appear from some unknown corner.
The blood concentration was higher and higher in each of them.
"Enough of this, when will I ascend the throne?" Modi cut straight to the point.
The judge extended his hand and gestured for the judge to proceed.
"As you should know, there was a princess before you, and today was supposed to be her coronation day."
Modi understood that he needed to persuade the princess to resign before he could ascend the throne.
This is to let her know that the throne is a dangerous place, and she can't control it.
Only Modi can do it.
"The Galahad Knight you just killed was the princess's head," the servant said bluntly.
That would be even better; if the princess were to attack him because of this, he could then rightfully deal with her.
The monitor concluded, "The princess is now bound to the law; even if the three of us join forces, we cannot defeat her."
Connected to the law? That's a bit tricky.
Modi sensed the omnipresent law and gained a rough understanding of the princess's power.
"Will you join me in this effort?"
The three of them gave him an unexpected response.
"No, the law restricts our actions. We will use our authority to join you."
"Why? Does that princess have a grudge against you?" Modi asked, puzzled.
"You're more suitable than her, and she seems to want to use the law to do something... shady."
The watcher's eyes flickered, vaguely sensing a subtle change in the law.