Proof of the Sun King

"Okay, let me call you father for now. Tell me, what kind of world is this? What am I going to do here?!"

"I think I already said it in your dream." The gentle voice did not waver.

"No! This is too general and too mentally retarded! I have felt your power, and your power is enough to purify the whole world! What the **** did you ask me to do here? I need you to tell me personally! My mouth!" Ryan blushed He roared in the direction of the golden glow: "I don't want to play a Dragon Quest game with you! I just want to go home! Go back to that place and continue my career as an office worker!"

"You can't go back, neither can I, we're all stuck here." A gentle voice sounded, and there seemed to be pity in it: "Since you appeared in front of me, there are only two endings waiting for you, one is in Torn to shreds in a space storm or a meal of a fiend, and you're lucky, you're the second."

"Haven't you been sitting on that golden toilet and enjoying the worship of Wanmin? Father? Now you don't want to come out and see your newly recognized son for yourself?" Ryan laughed suddenly, his face was full of sarcasm, without a trace Respect for father.

"The carrion on the golden throne is just a shackle to hold me, my son." The golden figure slowly approached.

This is a man with unparalleled majesty and a stalwart body. His height seems to exceed the limit of human beings. It is conservatively estimated to be more than 2.8 meters. His long black hair in the middle part is constantly swaying with the golden light and shadow A laurel-shaped headband fastens.

He is wearing a set of golden battle armor, and a golden falcon on the chest of the armor is spreading its wings. The armor on the whole body is made of unknown gold metal, and the complex wing patterns spread all over the body and extend to him. The eagle statue on the right shoulder, the man is holding a giant sword burning with golden flame, behind his head, there is also a statue of an eagle, this statue is located behind the armor, rising from behind his head, cold staring straight ahead.

"Yes, yes, father, you can sit on the toilet and watch the people quietly, but what about me? I was dragged to this place by you, you gave me a little of your strength, but I have to deal with thousands of people stronger than me Ten thousand times the enemy!" Ryan said to the black-haired man dissatisfiedly: "I have nothing but the gene and sword you gave me, but you told me that this is my destiny?!"

"This is your destiny, my son, it seems that you have done a good job in the past twenty years." The expression on the black-haired man's face showed no change, and his gentle tone was more like a lie: "You and Unlike the other brothers, you get a lot less from me."

"Then what am I going to do next? You know the world, and you know how conservative this ancient law of inheritance is. God knows when that time comes, can I become an earl?" Lane paced beside the black-haired man. His tone was quick and urgent: "But I have to act within order, just because I'm your son!"

"No, child, you still don't understand what your duty is." The dark-haired man turned around and looked at Ryan who had walked behind him: "If you use violence, then when you crown yourself, it is also When you fell, the corruption of Chaos was everywhere... My son, you need a wiser way."

"Bloody conquest will only please and make them stronger." Ryan seemed to have recovered from his previous anger, and he sneered: "Oh, father, I always thought, why don't you give me a system?"

"System?" The tall figure was a little puzzled: "I can't send those things into your hands, my son, my body is already rotten."

"No, I mean, just like those time-travel texts, father, you shouldn't show up on your own initiative, and then give me a system, the system will continuously issue tasks, and then I will get the power you bestow by completing your tasks? And It's not like it is now, you just gave me a seed, everything is up to me!" Ryan's face had a faint dissatisfaction.

"I not only gave you my seeds, I also gave you a piece of freedom, my son, Ryan." The black-haired man seemed to understand what Ryan was saying: "I don't understand why you have such a request If so, aren't you like a puppet in my hands, in the midst of exhausting your life and achieving your goals, you will lose yourself and gradually lose your heart."

"My heart?" Ryan asked suspiciously.

"When you are accustomed to obeying orders, when you are accustomed to taking the completion of my tasks as your life goal, and when you are accustomed to taking my will as your own, you will also lose yourself." There was some shaking, and for the first time there was an expression on his face, and there was a trace of sadness: "My eldest son, your brother, he is like this, when Chaos made him believe that what he experienced was just a lie I weaved, This completely shattered his will, and he has since degenerated into a cult of Chaos, causing the most horrific rebellion since, which has always been the triumph of Chaos."

"This has taught me a lot from it, Ryan, my son, you can only grow up by yourself, and only when you learn how to resist and resist the temptation of chaos can you maintain yourself under its temptation." On the black-haired man, The golden rays of light poured into Ryan's sea of ​​consciousness one after another, like the substance. He strode closer, as if he wanted to touch Ryan's head, but he couldn't reach out and just continued: "When you treat me , or you have become dependent on this system in your mouth, then as long as one day, a small accident or a deliberate conspiracy, you can no longer contact me, you find that what this system has been telling you is just a Pure deception, the result of your half-life struggle for this is a show of deceit, so..."

"Then my world will collapse, and I will instinctively think that you, father, are the mastermind behind everything, my rationality and calmness will be buried by anger and madness, and I will most likely be like one of my brothers. Like part of it, into the arms of chaos." Ryan frowned, he walked towards his father face to face, but passed by and walked behind him: "But I'm always alone, I can't get you I don’t have any help, I don’t have brothers, I don’t have my own legion, I don’t even have a piece of my own territory, how can I fight against the power that can devour the world?”

"But you have time, my son, with the efforts of the savior, although the next invasion will not be too long, it will not happen immediately, you still have a lot of time to build your own forces and form your own legion. The golden figure turned around with a faint smile on his face for the first time: "Fortunately, my plan was successful. From the current point of view, Chaos has not found your trace, you can..."

"Yeah, what a command from a great creator to his creation? Father, I am me, you are you, I am your son but not your servant, you have no love, I am the sword in your hand, Instead of the son you love, you gave me genes and a new life, but expect me to repay with my life." Ryan interrupted the black-haired man roughly.

The black-haired man was silent, his face changed, and he became like the coldest void in the universe: "I have no choice."

"Yeah, I have no choice, so I can only call you father." Ryan smiled self-deprecatingly.

In the golden light and shadow, father and son stood silently opposite each other.

"Everything is up to you, my son, all I can do is to keep watching you in the cold void, in this dark age..." the black-haired man whispered, and then his voice He rose again: "You are not alone, Ryan, you will never walk alone. In this world, there are also people full of hope, exuding great light, expelling evil, and fighting foreign enemies."

"Unite them, and when that day comes, you will face it together." The black-haired man continued speaking, the golden glow on his body shining brighter with his words: "One person can't do everything, you Very weak, you are alone and helpless, this is also part of my plan, of course I can make you a son of a big noble or a royal family, but with it..."

"It was the attention and assassination of evil, the most famous imperial genius I have heard of, the eldest son of the Wittelsbach family, Brück, showed amazing talent from the age of four, but died when he was nine years old, the Chaos God's Chosen Killer The assassination of the 'Eavesdropper'." Ryan nodded deeply, he once complained about his father's choice, but I have to say that the main reason for his smooth growth so far is that he has not attracted the attention of Chaos.

Otherwise, he would never have the ability to resist those terrifying Chaos Assassins when he was young.

"So what should I do now?" Ryan seemed to be complaining, but also seemed to be seeking approval, and took the initiative to ask the golden figure.

"It's right to go to the south. You already have a plan in mind for what will happen next. Young eagles will never learn to fly under their wings." On the eagle statue behind the black-haired man, light flashed: "Okay, This meeting will end here."

"The last question, father."

"Say."

"My fertility should be fine, right?"

"……should not."

"That's good."

The tall golden figure slowly disappeared from Ryan's sea of ​​consciousness, and finally the black-haired man added: "Your recent series of brave performances have attracted Yurik's attention, Yurik's existence... when the time comes, you will Just know."

Uric, the white wolf **** of war, once personally went down to earth to fight Chaos. It is said that when Charlemagne was crowned, it was Uric's chosen one who put on him the crown.

However, the empire does not admit this matter, nor does it deny it. It’s just that the White Wolf War God’s overemphasis on competition and cruelty is not in line with the current needs of the empire. The White Wolf Church is somewhat sluggish compared to when the empire was founded. big sect.

"I see." Ryan nodded. Whether he wanted to or not, his father's presence finally relieved his pressure.

In fact, he knows the reason why his father can't contribute. Although this is only the first positive communication between them, but before that, his father has asked him many dreams. What is his next task? He already has a number in his mind.

Just to be clear, dissatisfaction must be vented. Sometimes Ryan feels that this world is a large prison. Only after learning from his father that he has no choice, Ryan feels better.

Opening his door, Ryan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the half-elf was standing at the door, looking at him with a complicated expression: "Is that... an oracle?"

"Please don't eavesdrop on other people's conversations, Mr. Estelle." Ryan complained helplessly, but he was in a good mood now and was happy to say a few more words: "Forget it."

"Faith makes us strong. I have seen your skills, Mr. Ryan, let's get to know you again. My name is Estelle Gale, I come from the San Lorenzo Forest, and I believe in the Lord of the Phoenix." The half-elf took the initiative to reach out. own right hand.

"Hello, 'Sledgehammer' Ryan, I won't introduce much else, I believe you already know it." Ryan also reached out and shook hands.

Since the half-elf has taken the initiative to reconcile, Ryan has no reason to be confused. The virtues of knights are humility and politeness.

"I'm glad you have reached a settlement, but I may have to interrupt the conversation between the two of you." Oliver approached with a smile on his face: "The evening banquet will start soon, two friends, you can go on your way. Let's talk."

"How long have I been in?" Ryan suddenly realized that his communication with his father probably took a lot of time.

"A little more than an hour~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Mr. Lane, the banquet is about to start." Another businessman, Mats, also came up, he had already changed into a dress, compared to Oliver's tight buttons due to his obesity. Appearance, Matz is thinner, which makes his dress look more fitted: "We can talk about it on the way if we have anything."

"Well, I'll change later." Ryan changed into clean clothes at a very fast speed, and the four of them left the hotel together.

There were only two businessmen and half-elves who got the invitations. Ryan didn't know how the half-elves got the invitations, but as he thought, the half-elves with graceful bearing and handsome faces could be a country lord like this. Banquet invitations are not difficult.

"Is there any progress? Mr. Oliver?" Ryan rode on his tall horse and smiled at Oliver.

"It's a bit of progress. We plan to unite several caravans and hire several mercenary groups staying in this town to set off together." Oliver nodded, and another businessman, Mats, also indicated that he was a participant in this plan.

"I've seen Bilger. His gray blade mercenary group is pretty good in combat. If he encounters an ordinary bandit, it won't be a problem to deal with." The half-elf was graceful, and he stroked his long golden hair. , nodded: "Even if they encounter a powerful enemy, they are not without the power to fight."

"Can his mercenary regiment compare to the last Nord infantry regiment?" Ryan became interested.

A standard Nord infantry company consists of one knight, five cavalry, and twenty-five to eighty infantry.

"Slightly better."

"Mr. Ryan, it's hard for us to discuss and discuss, and it's hard to get any results. You'll know when you get there." Oliver laughed.

"Yeah, let's go!" Ryan no longer bothered.

"Walk."