Quick-wear flirting system: being spoiled by gods in the plane

Chapter 143 The Cold Knight of the Western Noble Family (38)

The faces of the dozen or so heads of state turned deathly pale instantly. They were all panicked and helpless, completely lacking their previous arrogance, and scrambled out of their tents to look around.

Before anyone could be seen, their voices were heard. The earth trembled, dirt flew everywhere, and billowing dust rose from the hillside not far away. The sound of horses' hooves echoed loudly and repeatedly.

Everyone at the tent was stunned, frozen in place, speechless.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of tall, aloof, black-armored knights appeared in a long line, swords drawn and horses reined in. Banners bearing the emblem of the Teren Empire fluttered, and they surged forward layer upon layer, over the hillside, charging fiercely and unstoppably.

The densely packed, orderly array of a million troops left the dozen or so heads of state in the tent frozen in place, cold sweat pouring down their faces.

"no no……"

As the Black Knights drew closer, and recognizing the tall, slender figure at the head as Lancelot, the group fell to their knees in terror, their faces deathly pale, trembling and muttering, "It's over, it's over..."

The soldiers from the dozen or so countries stationed there had almost no will to fight; they all trembled as they threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground, shaking.

This was the oppressive force emanating from the name of the Teren Empire, and even more so, the fear of Lancelot.

Just when everyone thought they would be trampled into bloody mud by tens of thousands of black riders' red horses, Lancelot, the leader, didn't even glance at them. His azure eyes were cold and clear, and his long, well-defined hand pulled the reins horizontally. The black horse nimbly crossed the obstacle and headed straight for the capital of Liu Kingdom.

Immediately afterwards, countless black riders followed the man, raising clouds of dust.

The crowd, terrified beyond measure, knelt on the ground, heads in their hands, not daring to utter a sound even when the red horse stepped on them.

Because they were trampled to death.

Tremors, dust, clamor, cries, a vast, endless darkness.

After a long while, one of the leaders, lying on the ground and trembling, roared at the soldiers: "Notify the advancing troops!! Do not make any rash moves!!!"

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When Nadeshiko received news that Lancelot was leading a million Black Riders to invade, she was still searching for people.

In the wedding room.

Bright red lanterns, brightly lit and decorated, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.

The dragon and phoenix candles on the stand, symbolizing a spring night, remain as they were half a month ago when they were not lit.
One cup of wine was drunk out, while another untouched cup of nuptial wine sat quietly on the table.
The peanuts and red dates scattered messily on the bed were just as they had been at the beginning...

Everything seemed to silently tell the story that the newlyweds in this bridal chamber had never consummated their marriage.

"..." Nadeshiko remained silent for a few seconds, her fingertips trembling slightly, before she returned to the ice cellar in her palace with practiced ease.

As expected, Tanasha was there.

The woman who always sat on the ground, tightly embracing the lifeless figure, and the man who always stood not far away, yet could never truly get close.

Even though they were so close, so within reach, Nadeshiko, her dark eyes half-closed, slowly stepped forward.

He looked at the woman and said softly, "Lancelot has arrived."

Tanasa: "..."

Nadeshiko: "...Nasha." The man stepped forward, his handsome, effeminate face showing signs of weariness. His expression was mournful, and his voice was hoarse, "Please talk to me, okay?"

Tanasa: "..."

Nadeshiko's eyes were red: "I agreed to your wish that her body not decompose; I also agreed that you wouldn't consummate our marriage. All I want is for you to say one thing to me, okay?"

Tanasa: "..."

Nadeshiko closed her eyes and suddenly reached out to grab the stiff-necked girl by the neck with such force that the sound of bones cracking rang out.

Tanasha finally reacted, quickly pulling the girl back while slapping the man across the face with a sound louder than the cracking of bones.

"..." Nadeshiko's face, which had been slapped, turned to the side, her long black hair concealing her expression.

Tanasa frowned, cautiously holding the girl in her arms.

The two remained locked in a stalemate for a long time. Nadeshiko touched her cheek and turned back to her face, her effeminate smile returning.

Seemingly unconcerned about the slap the woman had just given him, he chuckled and muttered sinisterly, "If you still ignore me when I get back, I'll twist her head off."

"no sooner said than done."

As he spoke, the man leisurely stood up, casually brushed the dust off his clothes, glanced at the woman, and turned to leave.

At that time, Lancelot's Black Riders had completely invaded the border, and there were still hundreds of thousands of troops from more than a dozen countries scattered around, cowering and watching in fear. The soldiers on the city gate naturally recognized the man leading the way below, swallowed hard in fear, waved their hands, and brought up the man the Regent had arranged in advance.

A short while later, a girl with her hands tied behind her back and a group of knights were brought to the city gate for public display.

The soldier's voice trembled as he said, "Look who this is!"

Below the city, the figure on the black horse froze.

For a moment, Lancelot's pale blue eyes cracked. He stared intently at the girl above him, his expression calm, but the veins on his hand gripping the reins bulged.

Seeing this, Mel said in a deep voice, "My lord, you must not lose your composure."

Before Lancelot could say anything, the girl above began to sob and tremble, saying nothing but looking down at the man with tears in her eyes.

The soldier pressed his advantage: "Lord Lancelot! You see, this is your wife, isn't it? And these are your personal guards, aren't they?"

Knight Wilves frowned slightly, cautiously listening to the sounds around him.

The soldier over there spoke, gesturing to his companion to shoot an arrow.

Another soldier released the arrow, which flew with a sharp sound and instantly embedded itself right next to the black horse's hoof.

Mel frowned, dismounted to examine the arrow, and then handed the note attached to it to Lancelot.

“…” Lancelot read the entire note almost at a glance, then lowered his eyes and held the note in his hand.

He took the bow and arrow that Mel handed him, and with his long, well-defined hands, raised the bow and shot at the girl on the city gate.

In an instant, an arrow struck the girl's brow, her trembling expression froze, and she collapsed to the ground.

"!!!"

The soldiers on the city gate were terrified.

The horse pawed impatiently at the ground, but Lancelot casually quelled its restlessness and said calmly, "I want a real person."

The sound wasn't loud, but the soldiers on the city gate heard it clearly. They looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

At the top of the steps, Nadeshiko, dressed in a black robe with dragon patterns, slowly walked up.

Looking at the dark mass of troops below the city, Nadeshiko remained calm and smiled, "Lord Lancelot, how have you been?"

Lancelot didn't even lift his eyelids.

Not receiving a response, Nadeshiko was not annoyed. He smiled warmly and said, "You saw the message on the note, didn't you? As long as you stay at the city gate and watch a few good shows, your wife will naturally return to your side."

She paused, then smiled in a sinister tone, "You wouldn't want her to get hurt either—"

"call out!--"

The sharp arrow whistled through the man's long black hair and struck the soldier behind him in the chest.

"..."

The smile was still frozen on her face. Nadeshiko lowered her eyes slightly, her fingertips brushing against her earlobe, where a trace of bright red blood had been grazed by a sharp arrow.

The black horse pawed restlessly, the echo of the great bow still lingering in his hand. Lancelot raised his eyes slightly, his thin lips uttering a low, husky murmur: "Attack the city."

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Will there come a day when a rich woman suddenly appears out of nowhere, accidentally clicks into my work, sees how hard I struggled to write it, and then, with a wave of her hand, says to me—

"I'll give you ten million. And I'll also provide you with 108 super rich, handsome men with broad shoulders, narrow waists, deep affection, stable emotions, and no choice but to be with you."

"Let's take a spontaneous global trip, and yes, I'll cover all the expenses."

"Hmm? You're asking why. Because—"

"I feel your pain and want to help you."

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