Rome, a bustling city, is extremely quiet today.
The slight wind swept a broken newspaper, slowly fell to the ground, and was blown up by the lightly trampled horse's hooves.
Countless horses and knights wearing red armor were lined up neatly, blocking the wide streets of Rome, quietly looking at the entrance to the city gate.
Everyone was silent, only the sound of horse hooves sounded from time to time, tearing apart this false silence, waiting for the person they wanted to wait for.
Finally, a group of war horses suddenly raised their faces and looked at the distant skyline.
Through the towering Roman city gates, on the distant skyline, a red figure came galloping in the bloody sunset, with galloping horses and a hoarse voice, bringing a distant horn.
The horse's hooves were raised high, and the red hair under the helmet danced in the wind. Ryan's cold eyes were condescending, quietly looking down at all the Holy Crusade knights.
Click click click......
At that moment, all the knights moved. They raised their fists and hit their chests. They lowered their noble heads wrapped in red helmets and said in unison: "See you! Lord Ryan, leader of the Holy Crusade!"
The sound was like a torrential wave. It was unimaginable that in the romantic country where almost the entire territory had collapsed, there was still such a knightly order that seemed to have come out of the Middle Ages.
The number of people, equipment, morale, and the sense of order that enveloped the entire knights all told Ryan that this was a powerful force that had experienced swords, fire, and bullets.
Ryan nodded indifferently, pulled out the sword blade from his waist, and pulled out a sword flower at will. Then he pointed the sword around the city of Rome and said: "From today on, the Knights of the Holy Crusade will pacify the territories around the city of Rome one by one, and restore the ten territories under the Iron Tower Alliance." The stability of the remaining countries and the glorious glory of the Crusaders will be restored!"
The knights bent down on their horses.
"Okay, Captain!"
Subsequently, under the leadership of Ryan, this ten thousand knights began to march towards the lands around the city of Rome. They used sharp swords and the speed of a shadow to continuously wipe out villages, towns, and even cities that were infested by strange things.
The knights also gradually understood that their captain, the man with red hair dancing in the wind, always looked like a fearless charge, but he could often tear apart the darkness like thunder and erupt into something that they could not match. strength.
The leader is indeed the strongest man in the entire knight order.
"Captain, what is your dream?"
After pacifying another town, Ryan randomly lit a fire and burned the canned ham he brought with him. The young knight next to him asked: "Captain, do you have a dream?"
"No, talking about dreams in this terminally ill world is just being a hooligan and unrealistic." Ryan said casually, opening the can of ham, the aroma of the food wafted in the wind, "It smells so good, dreams are worthless in front of a can of ham."
The young knight did not give up. He looked at the surrounding environment and saw that it was safe. Then he continued to ask: "Captain, everyone should have a dream. I joined the Knights when I was eight years old and was trained secretly for ten years. My dream has always been To become a royal knight, I no longer have to fight. When members of the royal family attend certain occasions, I only need to hold my head high and ride in front of them, and I will be able to win the envious and respectful eyes of countless people."
Ryan laughed dumbly.
Is this also a dream?
"Captain Ryan, do you really have no dreams?"
"My dream is world peace, the resurrection of my family, and the company of my best friends." Ryan said casually.
The young knight's cheeks flushed slightly, and he suddenly felt that his dream was too vulgar.
"Look, you think it's unrealistic." Ryan dug out half of the ham, threw it to the young knight, and smiled: "My dream should never come true, but I'm optimistic about you, riding a horse in front of the royal family. Escort and enjoy being sought after by the world, hahaha.”
"Captain, your dream will eventually come true!"
The young knight encouraged him, raising his fists and his eyes red.
"Which one will come true?"
"World Peace?"
"Family resurrected?"
"A close friend accompanying you?"
Ryan shook his head, looked at the cliff where the setting sun was setting, and murmured softly: "Nothing seems possible..."
Suddenly, a middle-aged knight came over, wiped the blood from his hands, and handed over a letter stamped with the Pope's seal.
"Captain Ryan, there is a new order from the church!"
Ryan retracted his wandering thoughts and glanced down at the brand-new and luxurious gold-trimmed envelope.
Nowadays, the Romantic Kingdom has established the Iron Tower Alliance, in which the member states basically belong to the former ancient Roman Empire. Naturally, the Catholic Church has become the nominal ruling class. The Pope himself has the power to order any member state or anyone. Of course Ryan also knew the truth behind the scenes. His father, Hilton, was the leader of the alliance and the Pope was just a mascot.
But mascots are mascots, and they still have to be followed in name.
Unlocking the envelope, Ryan threw the gold-rimmed wires casually onto the land filled with dirty blood and sludge. He looked down upon these gold wires. The land soaked in blood is the cornerstone of the world.
"I am Cardinal Moby."
At the first sentence, Ryan frowned slightly.
In his mind, Moby was the son of Duke Caston.
But he has been cultivated by his father Hilton since he was a child.
Once upon a time, he served as the assistant to the President of Romance.
How come he has become a red archbishop now?
"Captain Ryan of the Knights of the Holy Crusade, I am as confident as ever. Congratulations on becoming a distinguished knight. I hope you can lead the Knights to become the sword and shield of the Iron Tower Alliance."
"Now, three hundred miles east of Rome, the third-level conspirator [Thousand Centipede] entrenched in Caesar City has caused nearly 50,000 casualties in Caesar City. In the name of the church, Captain Lane is ordered to leave and lead the knights. Rush to Caesar City and destroy the [Thousand Centipedes]!"
Is it an order?
"Captain, your face looks very solemn." The young knight asked curiously: "Did the church say anything?"
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!" the middle-aged knight immediately scolded him.
Ryan waved his hand: "It's okay, the church asked us to eliminate the Thousand Centipedes in Caesar City."
"What! Thousand Centipedes! The super-conspirator who killed the entire Caesar City with corpses and seas of blood!"
The young knight jumped up on the spot, widened his eyes, and shouted angrily: "Back then, the country used hundreds of heavy tanks and rocket launchers and bombed continuously for a day and night without hurting the guy at all. Caesar City has long been listed as a restricted area for humans. , are you asking us to pacify Caesar City now?"
"Captain Ryan, please don't go!"
"Although our current record is pretty good, if we encounter the Thousand Centipede, even if we can win, we will still need to lose at least half of the knights!"
"Not even the main force dared to enter Caesar City."
"Isn't the church forcing us to get into the frying pan?"
"No, no! I'm going to the church to protest. This is obviously a trick to us..."
Ryan stood up slowly and touched the young knight's head.
"Captain Ryan..."
"It's okay, someone should go to those restricted areas."
