Chapter 55: A Paradox Player Arrives in His Faithful Britannia (4.5k)
The vile King Vortigern. The burly, silver-haired old man closed his eyes, his calm and indifferent expression exuding a natural authority. He sat on the throne in the great hall of the castle, as if in a deep sleep. A thick layer of crimson, blood-like crystal extended from the bottom of his feet, enveloping half of his body.
Vortigern's spirit had seeped into the Inner Sea of the Planet. What remained in Londinium now was his physical body.
Beside this throne, a silver-haired youth, clad in black armor, stood quietly by his father's side.
It was clearly noon. The sunlight from both sides of the dome shone on him, but could not reflect even a single bright color. He was like a black hole, crazily absorbing all the light in the world, whether it was sunlight or a gaze.
Oppression... A strong sense of oppression enveloped the hearts of everyone present. Standing before him, it was as if one's throat was being tightly gripped by some deep, invisible hand, making it difficult to breathe.
His iron-gray eyes were slightly lowered. The silver-haired youth looked down without any emotion. He looked down at the Anglo-Saxon generals below the steps, who didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Interesting. Su Shu had thought there would be few people coming, but he didn't expect there to be so few.
The Anglo-Saxons, after all, were not of one mind with Vortigern. To have been on the same boat for so many years was just a matter of mutual interest. Vortigern used them as tools, and they were happy to be used by him. They each took what they needed.
However, that was in the past. For more than twenty years, having spread their branches and leaves on this island, the Anglo-Saxons' internal structure had also begun to have many class divisions. To have people risk their lives, one had to reward them for their merits. Thus, a system of titles and fiefs similar to noble enfeoffment was used by Vortigern to stabilize the army and establish the current Anglo-Saxon kingdom. With a system, it was better and more convenient to rule, and to continuously accommodate those foreign tribes who had crossed the sea.
Although Vortigern's vision was limited to the current era, in terms of using tools, Su Shu understood that his old man was already extremely outstanding.
However, if the former vile king were still here, he could of course suppress these barbarians. Now that he was gone, the hearts of the foreign tribes seemed to have become a little restless and floating.
The celestial phenomenon of the surging blood light could not be concealed. The news had already spread on the Celtic side—Vortigern had gone to pull the anchor of the Holy Lance, and it was unknown how long it would be before he returned... and even, it was unknown if he could return.
Thus, most of the Anglo-Saxon nobles, upon suddenly learning the news of Su Shu, this regent's, ascension, unanimously chose to wait and see, using the excuse of the tense battle on the front line to avoid returning.
Those who had rushed back to Londinium now were just a small half of the more resourceful generals—most of them had not yet been enfeoffed with their own territories.
Faced with these new officials who had rushed back for an audience, a mere few dozen, the number seemed a little pitiful. But, faced with this situation, there was no anger, no reprimand.
Su Shu's voice was very calm.
"Everyone already knows. My father is in slumber, he is going to bring out that Holy Lance, Rhongomyniad. —Therefore, from today on, Londinium will be under the regency of me, Vortigern's son, Alvin Pendragon. You all should... have no objections, right?"
The silver-haired youth's gaze swept over them lightly, causing the Anglo-Saxon generals below the platform to feel a wave of trembling palpitation. They knew the record of this vile king's son. In fact, in the whole of Britannia, the name of Alvin Pendragon was now known to everyone.
To kill two thousand knights in one battle and cut off one arm of each of the Round Table, this brutal and bloodthirsty character was simply ten times more terrifying than the king, no! Even a hundred times—
Seeing the real person at this moment made them feel fortunate that they had made the right choice to rush back for an audience! This son's edge was even sharper than his father Vortigern's!
Then the answer to this question, was there even a need to consider it?
Crack.
The generals suddenly and simultaneously broke their own swords. It was the way the foreign tribes expressed their unwavering loyalty.
"Your Highness, we will swear allegiance to you!"
"Not bad." The purity of this allegiance was quite high.
Su Shu nodded with satisfaction, and he had always been clear about rewards and punishments. He raised his hand, and all the broken blades of the generals were lifted up. The shadows burned and surged, melting the dozen or so broken swords into a dozen or so new, dark, lightless swords, shining with a deep, soul-sucking sharpness.
Clang—
The brand new blades fell before the generals.
"I have reforged a sharp sword for you all, consider it a meeting gift. I won't say much more polite words. I know why you all are here...—You want food, and I will give you food! You want fiefs, and I will give you fiefs! You want treasures, and I will give you treasures! I am never stingy with my rewards!"
"On the battlefield, swords have no eyes. The warriors live gloriously and die great. How they kill, I don't care. But remember this for me—if anyone dares to plunder and slaughter civilians..."
The silver-haired youth smiled. The slightly cracked corner of his mouth was like a dark crevice裂 in the abyss, which made people feel a chill down their spine.
"I will first find four of the best, sturdy gay men, and have them serve him with all their might! Then I will pull out his 'that thing' with red-hot tongs and stuff it into his mouth! Then I will hang him on the flagpole of Londinium, let him be blown by the wind and drenched by the sun, for all to see! Finally, I will have someone heal him, and then repeat this process of ultimate insult!"
"Gulp—"
The generals below the platform all turned pale. Such an ultimate insult, just thinking about the scene made their legs start to tremble subconsciously. This son of the magic dragon, how could he be a hundred times more terrifying than Vortigern? He was clearly a thousand times! Ten thousand times!
"Spread my words. I, Alvin, have always done what I say."
Bathing in the shadow of the son of the magic dragon, the trembling generals all retreated.
[Your old man, Vortigern, has dropped a pile of gold coins and handed over the throne of Londinium to you.]
[You have taken over all the military power of the vile king. The announcement of that ultimate insult has spread throughout the Anglo-Saxon kingdom in an instant, causing countless people to be terrified.]
[What a ruthless child, what a vicious punishment!]
[The vile king has abruptly retired to the background. And you, a newcomer, have so crudely seized all power and even intimidated the entire army. This has made the Anglo-Saxon nobles feel extremely dissatisfied.]
[Is this a case of 'when the cunning rabbit dies, the running dog is cooked'?]
[So what if you slaughtered two thousand knights?]
[They admit that although you are brave and good at fighting, how can a yellow-mouthed child know how to command an army?]
[The number of the vile king's army now exceeds several hundred thousand. You still have to rely on them to conquer cities and territories!]
[For you, this suddenly appeared regent, the foreign generals on the front line have quite a few complaints. The Anglo-Saxon nobles, whose power has been deeply rooted for more than a decade, are even more disdainful of you.]
[The vile king is no longer in charge. The British side has a tendency to make a comeback. As the son of the magic dragon, are you going to cut your own foundation?]
[For a time, rumors gradually arose, saying that the vile king was old and paralyzed, and had become unconscious. Londinium was even more empty and weak, and had to be under the regency of the fifteen-year-old, politically ignorant son of the white dragon!]
[Even worse news came...]
[The long-disappeared King Arthur's figure suddenly appeared in Orkney, instantly suppressing the whole scene.]
[It is rumored that she has obtained a Star Holy Sword, its edge and brilliance are unparalleled. On that day, she subdued the proud heart of the Knight of the Lake, Lancelot, making him lower his head and willingly swear allegiance.]
[King Lot abdicated and gave the throne to her. King Arthur officially took charge of the Celtic kingdom.]
[As the final line of defense, Orkney, at this moment, can be said to have gathered the last resistance forces of the British camp.]
[And on your side, the absence of Vortiggen's presence, this news that could not be hidden had long been known by the British side. They launched a fierce counterattack under the leadership of King Arthur.]
[Without a leader, the Anglo-Saxon army, no one was willing to go forward and die in the edge of the Holy Sword. The generals on the front line had different thoughts. The originally advancing battle line began to continuously retreat, and the captured territories were continuously lost.]
[The situation in Britain once again became like a pot of boiling hot porridge. With the two sides in a stalemate, the situation even became a bit subtly balanced.]
[Faced with such an excellent opportunity,]
[You directly launched the fine tradition of Paradox players—the Great Purge.]
"You are my direct subordinates. And I have always been clear about rewards and punishments, and rewarding based on merit. You are all very clear about this."
In the deep shadows of the castle, the dozens of Anglo-Saxon generals who had first come for an audience knelt quietly in the darkness, facing the dark, lightless regent, and bowed their heads deeply.
"I don't have sand in my eyes. You have some small movements in private. As long as you don't touch my bottom line, I can't be bothered to care."
This batch was still considered loyal. Su Shu had transferred them from the front line to be cultivated as his personal guards.
"This shadow is the magical energy I have infused into you. It can help you act when necessary. In three days, I want to see your sincerity. Go."
Under the night sky of Britain, the roses in the courtyard bloomed in silence, showing a crimson, blood-like color.
Three days later, holding a stack of investigation reports in his hand, Su Shu showed a interested smile.
"The Minister of Grain has been embezzling military funds for several years, causing the soldiers on the front line to suffer from cold and hunger? Arrest him, skin him and stuff him with grass! Cut off his head with his eyes wide open and hang it on the city wall for all to see!"
"Hm? No evidence? Food is something that can't be hidden. Do you want me to issue a search warrant? Search his house immediately. If you find it, kill him! If you don't, continue to search the next house!"
"Acting rashly will easily cause the army's morale to scatter?"
"I... am the army's morale!"
"You don't dare to search? Then how about I search yours?"
"...Get lost!"
The next day, a fat, Anglo-Saxon man's terrified head, with his eyes wide open, was hung high on the city wall of Londinium. The whole country was shocked.
...
"The duke is surprised? Surprised my ass! If Vortiggen can make him a duke, I, Alvin, can fleece him! The robbers who crossed the sea, wearing a monkey's hat, really think they're someone? Oh, not talking about you, you are very loyal, I like you very much."
"Slandering the regent, that must be a spy sent by the Celts! Investigate! I don't believe he hasn't been corrupt in this position! This crime, do I have to teach you how to list them one by one?"
"Arrest them! Don't let go of any of their friends and relatives... not to exterminate the family, that's too wasteful. Send them to the front line, to make use of the waste!"
...
"I have served the kingdom! I have shed blood for the vile king! You can't do this to me! I want to see the regent!"
The duke who was being dragged out let out a powerless roar. He was a burly Anglo-Saxon man, his luxurious clothes covered in bloodstains and looking pathetic. He had only been a duke for a few years, but he seemed to have acquired the arrogance of the nobles. He struggled and roared while being held by the shadow guards, and then was slapped to the ground, making him dizzy.
The luxurious castle that had been built, after only three days, became empty, as quiet as a ghost mansion in the vast night.
...
"The army generals are secretly forming cliques, calling for 'resistance against the magic dragon's tyranny, the kingdom belongs to everyone'?"
"Hehe... this kingdom belongs to only one person. His name is—Vortigern Pendragon."
"Dad is old and can't bear to see slaughter. He is still too soft-hearted, and also too merciful to these people."
"Gathered more than five thousand elite soldiers, wanting to attack Londinium? I haven't even had time to install the city defense cannons yet. Forget it, I'll just stretch my muscles and bones myself..."
There was no trace of a conflict. In the camp where the rebel army had gathered, after one night, everyone had died silently. The terrified expressions on their faces were as if their souls had been burned. That quiet and strange hellish scene made the entire Anglo-Saxon kingdom tremble with fear.
"...Now you know how to listen to people? Listening is enough. This list of nobles who organized the rebel army, you go and take care of it. To be in the company of these insects, how can one govern the kingdom well?"
"Tomorrow morning, I want to see all their heads hanging on the city wall. Publicize it widely, let the whole kingdom know their tragic state!"
"Tyrannical and bloodthirsty, great villain, full of evil?"
"No, can't they have a little bit of originality? These words, I'm almost tired of hearing them."
"I really have to seriously correct these things. This is pure slander, fake news, stereotype."
Looking at the cowering shadow guards before him, the silver-haired youth smiled gently, like a spring breeze.
"I am clearly full of reason, sincerity, and credibility."
"—If I say I'll kill, I'll kill, without any mercy."
"I am also very keen on love and peace."
"—Extermination orders, slavery, heresy purification, population control, I haven't checked any of these policies."
"I even like to reason with people, for example..."
"—Loyalty that is not absolute is absolute disloyalty."
"...Have you all understood and comprehended?"
Watching the shadow guards before him retreat in fear, the witch behind Su Shu's eyes seemed to be shining with stars. She began to gently massage the silver-haired youth's shoulders.
Alvin is really... so knowledgeable! These days have really opened my eyes!
He handled every report with high efficiency, almost without thinking, he could see where the most critical conflict of the problem was. If there was any fabrication or lie, he could see through it in an instant. His secret sentinels were scattered all over this island. The secret shadow guards, known as the "Inquisition," were now an indelible shadow of terror in the hearts of every Anglo-Saxon noble. From time to time, a noble would be thrown into prison and publicly tried in the square.
Following the principle he described as "win over a group, divide a group, and suppress a group," no matter how unruly the original Anglo-Saxon tribes were, after more than two months of his rule, they had become incomparably loyal and had no secrets.
That old thing Vortigern, the vast and fierce name and prestige he had accumulated over twenty years, in two months, was instantly overturned by Alvin. Of course, the number of Anglo-Saxons killed in two months was even more than what Vortigern had killed in twenty years combined.
Now, on the island, what was being sung was the brutal fame of the son of the magic dragon. The vile king Vortigern seemed to have become a distant past.
Alvin seemed to say that this was what, the basic quality of a Paradox player?
He would also often mutter strange words like "Loyalty!", "Burning with rage!", "Like a god!", "The Great Purge!", "Spilled soy milk" and so on. Although the witch didn't quite understand, it sounded very impressive!
Anyway, Alvin is the best~!
This massage, as she was massaging, Morgan couldn't help but ride on his body.
"Come on It's time to relax, my dear?"
As always, just like that, her body and mind seemed to be filled once again. So full... that it was almost overflowing.
With your continuous infusion over the past year, the spiral pattern on the witch's lower abdomen also shone with an increasingly bright, deep blue fluorescence.
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