"What, Your Highness. As the crown prince of the empire, do you want to shoot the soldiers of the empire with your own desires? Do you know that if you do this, your name of 'tyrant' will be confirmed if it is spread." Wright said in a semi-threatening tone.

"But Wright, a [warrior] who has disagreement with the monarch's philosophy cannot be regarded as a real warrior. You... can only be called a 'traitor'." Evant approached Wright's ear and retorted in a gentle but extremely intimidating tone.

As the Crown Prince of the Empire and the actual ruler, he has information and has a brief understanding of Wright.

Ivant naturally had a rough estimate of the strength of the young man in front of him who was not afraid of the threat.

Therefore, even though the situation was already at a strife, he still chose to use the threat of power as the main focus and the real battle game as the supplement.

However, Wright seemed to have no idea what he meant, or rather, Wright had absolute confidence in his strength.

He actually pressed Ivante's "Core of Empire" pistol with his hand, stared at Ivante's eyes with his black eyes that were icy and cold. The corners of his mouth were raised, and he smiled with a sarcastic smile, and he whispered:

"How many 'traitors' have you seen who have not committed rebellious acts? As long as you do something to force and rob, the [order] that the empire tries to reconstruct will lay hidden dangers at the beginning of reconstruction. The generals around you will no longer serve you sincerely and faithfully. Your subordinates will always be lingered in a terrifying atmosphere. In this way, your final outcome will never be as respected as the great 'Letto I' and 'Ivan Twenty-two', but will be even more miserable than 'Silly' Carter I."

"Wright! You dare to curse me!" Evant said angrily, but his voice remained very light.

He doesn't want the third person to hear this conversation that is absolutely inconsistent with his character design.

The two of them played back and forth against the "Core of Empire" pistol for four or five minutes. When their bodies trembled due to excessive force and their breath was disordered and they felt overwhelmed, Evant completely took the pistol back.

Immediately afterwards, he took a step back, thought for a while, before slowly speaking:

"Wright... do you know? In the core area of ​​the Silent Highland, there is only water source near the "Silent Lake" which is not too large, so a group of wild beasts such as the "Silent Loneliness Wolf" will choose to live here. No matter which direction you walk, there is no resource. A desolate and yellow sand can be seen, except for the smelly and rotten body, there are only the "heartless vulture" and "heartless bird" that occasionally linger over your head and wait for a full meal."

"Not only are the resources here, the water sources are rare, and even the magic source power is almost exhausted. If you try to escape here alone, your power will gradually be wiped out in the desolate realm. So, since you can't convince me, I can't forcefully take away the mechanical core, then, why not a duel under the Cruiser rules, what if the winner unconditionally obeys the loser?"

"The... duel under the Cruiser rules? How to proceed?" Wright asked curiously, but did not agree immediately. He was afraid that it was Evant's conspiracy, so he chose to figure out the details first.

"This is one of the cultures of the Cruzd Empire and our ancient cultures. I think you imperial soldiers will have to break away from the barbaric behavior of fighting and killing in the future, and pay more attention to our great and magnificent history with a thousand years of precipitation." After making jokes, Evante explained:

"Our duel is different from the game in the arenas of Putoya and the Central Empire. As the place where the Lord is favored, we pay more attention to the sense of honor of the 'knight' and the sense of ritual of the gods."

"Sense of honor... and sense of ritual?" Wright asked curiously, and his unique sense of mystery and heaviness towards Cruisd culture became a little stronger.

"Of course." Evant's voice interrupted Wright's brief thought.

In front of Wright, he handed the pistol to Kaiwuxky behind him and continued to explain:

"This kind of duel is called a 'humane duel'. Both sides of the duel do not need to fight with their lives, but the failed party must unconditionally obey the orders of the winners. Even if they demand death, the loser must obey their destiny. Of course, Wright, if you fail, I will not ask you to commit suicide. After all, the combat empire needs talents for reconstruction, and you will be the most needed force after rebirth."

"Do you know, Wright? One era is about to end, another era is being born. Shamon told me that the era of steam is long gone, the era of wasteland is about to end, and the era of electricity is about to come. And the more distant future is the 'era of information' that is heading to the glorious 'era of information' before the star universe. Relying on the mechanical core of the 'daughter of the Mechanical Yuan', our great thousand-year empire will soon enter the electrical era, unlocking higher and more possibilities 'electronic weapons'. At that time, the whole world will surrender under the double-headed eagle flag of the Sunnese Empire and move towards a greater and more resolute [order]."

"Of course, Wright." Evant said, taking two metal swords from Kaiwuxky behind him, and examining them while explaining:

"The reason why it is called a 'human duel' is that the desire to kill cannot be displayed during the duel. In other words, this fight cannot see blood. Once a certain party's body is cut and blood flows out, even a slight bit, it can declare the other party's victory. Moreover, the duel cannot use thermal weapons, and can only be dominated by the knight's sword. In order to ensure respect for the rules, the "Annihilation A-01" machinery on the combat aircraft behind me will be activated, and at least in the circular area with this centered one hundred meters, no magic will be used."

"'Humanitarian Duel','Humanitarian Duel', it's really a bit of black humor." Wright smiled bitterly and sighed:

"On the surface, he respects the lives of all parties, but gives the losers the authority to be absolutely punished. Cruiser's duel was not to be accused of being too barbaric, but also to show his barbaric itself. It can be said that he wanted to maintain a polite gentlemanly style on the surface, but he also wanted to satisfy his most primitive and ugliest nature."

"Wright..." Evante felt a little impatient and urged:

"I don't have time to listen to your irrelevant analysis. Now you have only two choices, either accept the duel or take the initiative to hand over the mechanical core. Otherwise, when patience is exhausted, I will no longer have any scruples."

Seeing that Ivant, who was unwilling to be criticized for being forced to seize the robbery in the future in order to maintain the character of "wise monarch", had already lost his patience, Wright smiled helplessly, nodded slightly, and agreed to the duel.

Immediately afterwards, a metal sword was easily thrown at Wright by Ivant and penetrated directly between the soft soil at his feet.

Pulling up the sword, Letter suddenly felt the heaviness of metal. Looking at the silver tone, one meter long, sharp blade and rounded sword tip, and as he flipped, the sword body with dazzling cold air flashed, Letter actually felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

With a long sigh, Wright held the sword in both hands and posed the posture used by the ancient people from the Western Land in his impression.

Ivante in front of him seemed to be quite familiar with the use of the long sword. He held the sword in both hands and tried to swing it effortlessly for a few times. After being familiar with the feel, he quickly adjusted his breathing, and suddenly exerted force on his whole body, attacking towards Wright.

when!

The first time the two long swords confronted each other, the dazzling sparks were sparked. Wright, who could not use magic power and thermal weapons, felt the difficulty of physical games.

With just one blow, he was shocked and took several steps back. After bounced away Ivant's long sword with difficulty, he quickly adjusted his position and distanced him.

Ivant, who gained an advantage in the first strike, was not in a hurry to take advantage of the victory. After all, the game between strength and technology can be roughly seen in the initial confrontation without deliberately hiding his true strength.

Wright is not proficient in using the long sword, and is only physically qualified, and is also behind Evante.

With absolute advantage, Evant was eager to win the "key blow" of Wright, but suddenly had an idea.

He wanted to be an excellent hunter, just like a warrior who led mankind to win the war with the Dragon Clan.

He wanted to play with the prey in front of him and observe his miserable appearance, so as to relieve the feeling of depression that had accumulated in his heart over the years.

In his eyes, Wright is a talent and a subject who needs to be loyal to him in the future. Naturally, he needs to go through gradual and long-term spiritual suppression to show complete obedience from the heart and better control himself.

Today's duel is better to treat it as the first step in "loyalty training".

Thinking of this, Evant's mouth couldn't help but raise his sinister smile.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the sword with one hand, looked at the breathless Wright with purple eyes, and said in a soft and almost twisted voice:

"Wright, do you think the imperial family of the empire is just a group of [scholars] who live in palaces, sit at the desk, only know how to point fingers at the country, talk a lot all day, and then fall asleep? Thinking of this, you are wrong. As the person who commands the overall situation, we must not only grasp the specific data of the country's political and economic situation, but also have a full understanding of the military. Physical training is a topic that we cannot escape."

"I perform the 'routine' training every year for more than one month, according to the standards of the most elite [warrior] of the empire. As the supreme commander of the army, I must have strong physical fitness to ensure the long-term stability of the empire. Otherwise, I will have to be attacked by the 'unintended person' once, paralyzed in bed and unable to get sick."

"So, Wright. I don't know if it's because of war, or your own weakness, or your excessive dependence on the power of magic. Now you are at an absolute disadvantage in physical competition. Even so, do you still have to persist in this meaningless battle to lose?"

"Your Highness..." Wright barely returned to his normal breathing and responded firmly:

"Victory and failure are often in a moment, and no one can predict which side the balance falls in the last moment."

"Okay, I'll wait for you to perish!" Evant said angrily, raising his sword again with both hands and posing as a battle posture.

"Aowoo!"

A sudden sound that was not human in his throat was emitted. His arms suddenly emitted a faint, calm red light, and his hands raised their swords like beasts stretching out from the predicament, trying to break free from the constraints of the cage.

Then, a series of warm, familiar, gradually clear memory fragments flashed through his mind. They seemed to be dragged by invisible forces, intertwined and combined, forming memories about "sword art" that seemed to come from the ancient field.

"ah!"

With a loud roar, Wright took half a step forward, and the air beside him was compressed like a faint hurricane, released, and then rotated in limited capacity.

Then, Evant suddenly discovered that Wright's eyes had changed from deep black to terrifying redness. He felt his eyes, ears, skin, and even every pore began to accumulate and shrink due to inexplicable fear.

In a trance, whether it was the sun's rays fading or the fighting atmosphere around him developing in an uncontrollable direction, he felt that the surrounding sky was dimming like a rainstorm.

Subconsciously looking into the sky, purple lightning tumbling between the dark clouds, bright electric arcs passing by, like "dragons" with a very oriental style.

Gradually, Evant felt the sounds around him begin to become noisy, the roar of steam, the howling wind, and the silence of the sarcastic sound of rain gradually gathered on his eardrums.

Wright in front of him began to expand and twist in front of him. In a few seconds, Wright seemed to have lost his human body and turned into a real beast with several terrifying creatures stacked together.

He felt his body colder, the "fighting beast" in front of him swelled more, and the space around him became dimmer.

In a trance, he seemed to see a huge palm hanging in the air, hanging heavily.

Until, a stinging pain from his neck suddenly pulled him back to reality.

"You lost, Your Highness." Wright's deep voice came into his ears.

Ivan, who came to his senses, looked at the specific eyes. The distorted hallucination that had just appeared no longer existed. Standing in front of him was Wright with a firm face and bright eyes.

At this moment, he was holding the long sword and pressing the sharp part of the sword against Ivant's neck. Due to the rules agreed in advance, he did not slash the sword, but only slightly cut the skin on the neck, causing slight bleeding.

Blood flows out and the opponent can win.

Obviously, Evante lost.

But he had no demeanor that the controller of the empire should have. The hallucinations just now severely restricted his actions. He could not accept such humiliating failure from the bottom of his heart.

"You cheat, Wright!" Evant pushed away Wright's sword and shouted almost hysterically:

"You learned the 'temptation' skill, which made me hallucinate, and then sneaked into me. No... You found a helper, and you would 'tempt' the lost one, right? Where is he? Where!"

"It is you who are suppressed by fear, Your Highness the Crown Prince. You have feared my power from the bottom of your heart, so in the extreme confidence but extremely nervousness in your heart, your mental pressure is too high, and thus you have hallucinations. You have lost, and according to the agreement, you must meet my requirements. I am not greedy. Your Highness, please allow me to take the mechanical core away from here and go to the north." Wright begged.

"Dream!" Evant roared:

"Traitor! Scratch! Stinky fish and rotten shrimps! A coward who only knows how to cheat, a fool who only wants to sneak attack wants to leave here? Don't think about it. Even if my generals are no longer loyal to me because of my behavior, I will punish you and execute you!"

As he said that, Evant tapped the "Time Wheel Watch" twice with his fingers. Then, a spooky blue light ball like a ghost in the dark night emerged from the "Wheel Watch", quickly forming a pattern of hexagrams and chamomile.

The dark, deep sapphire-like light flashed through Ivant's eyes. During his breath, the fluorescent "Imperial Core" pistol had already pressed against Wright's chest.

"Time pause ability?" Wright looked at the space around him that seemed to have been pressed and guessed.

"Yes, this is the exclusive order monster that I can only use with the blood of the imperial royal family. The reason why I pull you into a space that transcends three-dimensional, time-space-static space is to let you watch the silver bullets in my pistol pierce through your heart. I want you, the cheater, to know how desperate it is to gradually die without any resistance." Evante said viciously.

After Evante's reminder, Wright suddenly realized that in the still space, he was just an observer who could see, hear, and feel everything around him. He could not move his body and could not use the magic power to resist. Now he is nothing more than fish on the chopping board and a lamb to be slaughtered.

Watching Evant's bullet with his own eyes as he took the "core of the empire" bullet, adjusting the angle and pressing the gun against his already hot semi-mechanical heart, Wright's anxious heart aroused the extreme despair when facing death.

He saw that Evant's finger slowly pulled the trigger...

Puchi!

The desperate Wright did not hear the expected crisp gunshots, but instead made a dull, piercing sound of his body.

Gradually recovering from his senses, Wright opened his eyes and looked at him. Ivant's hand holding the pistol lowered, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth.

He shook his body and took two steps back, and Evant lay down on his back with a very unwilling expression.

Looking closely, Wright then realized that a dark red hole appeared on Evante's chest, with bright "dye" flowing downwards.

Looking up, Lait saw a familiar body, and the "heart" that was beating desperately with blood in his right hand, with endless desire to control and anger!
To be continued...