Law of the Devil

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(Chapter 2 ~)

Chapter 533 [Welcome to Nightmare World]

In front of Hussein, Dewey took a thing out of his storage ring... a set, to be exact!

golden glow with some sort of sudden naturally occurring compression!

This is a set of armor, completely golden full body armor!

Each piece of armor seems to be covered with a subtle, natural pattern that goes round and round, as if it were some kind of pattern, and seems to carry some hidden other special meaning.

It's not gold, it's definitely not as hard as that!

Armor looks gorgeous and full of madness and ambition! The design allows the wearer to hide 90 percent of the body under the armor. Its design is completely different from any knight's armor on the continent. Especially helmets… unlike the helmets and helmets worn by the Roland knights, there is no defensive iron surface…

But Hussein only glanced at it and immediately changed colour!

He stared closely at the texture of the armor, the golden glow...

“It's not metal.” Hussein whispered.

“Of course not.” Dewey laughed proudly: “I added some magic to it… it has excellent physical defense and powerful magic immunity! Wear it, even if you encounter an opponent of magicians, it's enough to resist most ordinary magic. ”

“Is this... dragonscales? ”

“The dragon scale of the golden dragon.” Dewey added: “You should know that the last time the old man in the green robe helped me kill a golden dragon, its scales were all good stuff! Besides, this armor can be a complete ‘dragon armor’! The body part of its armor is cast with dragon scales, and the seam part of the armor is not made of iron trap or traditional crafted beef bars... but... tap bars! And helmets, shoulder armor, knees and other important parts, plus some bones for lining! ”

Speaking of which, even if Hussein is so ruthless, he can't help it!

Dragon scales, dragon muscles, dragon bones! And Golden Dragon!!

Such a set of armor...

“I've tried, the usual temper, don't say it hurts, don't even leave a mark! Hey, you fought Golden Dragon, you should know how tough a grown Golden Dragon is.” Dewey grinned, “Now this armor is yours. ”

Hussein squinted his eyes and watched for a long time before sighing: “You are such a big pen! And... this armor has a strange style. ”

Dewey hey, smile, of course he won't tell Hussein that this is the style of Leo's Golden Knight of the Twelve Golden Knight painted by the Beast Penguin.

“That golden dragon's body was huge enough, so I used its scales to make twelve sets of armor like this.” Dewey smiled.

“Twelve?!” Hussein was surprised again: "Did you know that this was a waste of time? Golden Dragon's Dragon Scale has many other valuable effects! ”

“The only regret is that all the magic I have is human magic… I have not been able to use dragon language magic. I don't know how to hold it either... but with the magic on the armor, you don't have to worry that its magic will run out... Don't worry, the magic gems embedded on it are not ordinary magic crystals... I used colorful stones! Although not much use is made of each set of armor, enough is enough for you to squander. ”

Hussein was silent for a while and suddenly pulled out his long sword, raised his hand and severely chopped it on the chest of his armor!

Huh?

A thick collision sound, a golden glow on the armor, but then you can hear the buzzing of the long sword in Hussein's hand, and the long sword burst into pieces!

And the armored chest didn't even leave a mark!

Although Hussein's sword does not use the power of the upper ecclesiastical order, the power of the mighty Saint Knight's sword is immense!

Looking at the broken blade handle in his hand, Hussein's face revealed a slightly satisfied smile. Although he was ruthless, a fighter always wanted sharp weapons and perfect armor.

“Thank you, this is a wonderful gift. ”

Hussein accepted Dewey's gift with no politeness.

Dewey then removed a huge gold-plated box over a meter high from the storage ring! On that box, it's clear, it's a lion!

“What is this?” Hussein frowned: “Armored box? ”

“In fact… is the case for the holy coat.” Duwihaha laughed: “This is one of my pernicious things. How's it going? Isn't it beautiful? ”

“Holy coat? That's a terrible name.” Hussein said with no politeness.

“Come on, my friend, you see, you are the Holy Knight, and this armor is also made of the scale of the Golden Dragon of the Sacred Step, so isn't it fitting to call it the Sacred Clothes? ”

Then, at Dewey's strong request, Hussein couldn't stand Dewey's noise and could only wear this armor in front of Dewey on the spot...

Then Dewey looks at Hussein in the Golden Cloth of Leo in front of him... he is completely stuck!!

Like, too much!

Just like the comics he had seen in his previous life, Hussein in front of him, his appearance and Leo Golden Saint Aeolia were as ruthless, as handsome, as blonde! (Of course, the only difference is that Hussein has only one eye).

But on the face of it, this man is filled with cold and tough blonde hair, and the whole thing is like the Gold Saint walking out of the painting!!

If... after he releases his golden temper, it's more like the golden universe of the Gold Saint...

Although Hussein did not say so, he seemed to be very pleased with himself.

However, after carefully measuring his own eyes, he frowned and looked at a fine sign on his chest… it was a very small totem-like thing engraved on the chest on the left side of the armor. It consists of a few quaint patterns that make up a somewhat vicious head... with horns on the head and fangs with pointy mouths.

“What is this? ”

Dewey smiled slightly: "This is the face of a demon, the symbol of… our Knights. ”

“Knight Regiment? ”

“Yes.” Dewey leaves his mouth open: “There has always been such a knight's name lately. You see, the Knights Association has their Roland Sword Knights Regiment. The other day, in order to give His Majesty Emperor Charlie the mythological colour of his destiny, I made the Knights of Saint Roland a big flag... so I've been thinking, as Duke of Tulips, I want to set up our own Knights Regiment. And the name... Tulip Knights? Too vulgar, and some sissy, using flowers as the name of the Knights, it's not funny. ”

“So the name you come up with is…”

“Demon Knights!” Dewey looks into Hussein's eyes: “That's the name I came up with. ”

Demon Knight Regiment!

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As the first member of the Knights of Demons to receive armor, Hussein went directly south to the swamp that evening to help Dewey grab the vulture eggs.

I'm afraid only this Holy Class Powerful will be able to do this difficult job.

And Duvi?

He ran out of town the next day!

Just south of the capital of Imperial Capital, the Imperial Military Command Department vacated a military fortress built decades ago as the campus for the new “Imperial Military Academy”.

And just a few days ago, a total of 160 young officers drawn from all over the continent, from every part of the empire to guard the army, from the Southern Legion, and from the navy, came to the military command department in Didu to report.

After Dewey's selection, he wielded a large amount of money according to his criteria, removing directly from the list a group of people he considered ineligible.

What Dewey drew off were dozens of people he thought were too old or from too hard a family background.

Although Deputy Minister of Military Affairs Camisillo had a quarrel with Dewey over this, because Camisillo felt it was a little bad for Dewey to cut off so many people at once, after all, the military's internal officer training course had always been a place held by some hautman nobleman or warlord's family. A few of those who were eliminated by Dewey were from strong backgrounds and had a traditional close relationship with the military.

“Come on, I'm trying to educate young officers. I'm looking for young people with potential! This isn't for gold plating! It's not a mixed seniority place! What I want is a young man who can suffer and obey me!” Dewey fingered the name off the list himself: “Look at this... for Christ's sake, he's 39 years old! By the time he graduates, he's over 40. What can he do? Why don't you mix your qualifications up with me and come out and be promoted to general? Old man in his 40s, can I count on him to fight? How many more years does he have? I don't understand what you're giving me this kind of person for! Old age? This is not a nursing home! ”

“But there are also young ones you cut off.” Camisillo argues.

“Yes! Yes! Like this one! Famous playboy, I hear he spends more time on women than sleep! And this guy, I hear he's a famous loser! Oh, and this... I know that name! A spring act two years ago, this guy even lost his way with his army!! ”

Dewey's furious closes the list: "Camisillo! I know your difficulties! But I want you to understand that I want a real young man of potential! Not these assholes who come to eat and die for seniority! I do not reject the son of a general or the young master of a marquis. But the premise is that these men must be truly qualified soldiers! Instead of the kind of crap that requires ten or eight servants to serve even in armor! Look at all that crap you gave me. I heard one of them was fighting for a hooker last time! ”

“But…”

Without waiting for Camisillo to finish, Dewey cold-blooded: "Duel's nothing! It's normal for young people to fight. But what makes me speechless is, this duel guy, he actually lost! I heard he was beaten to death and begged for forgiveness! I don't want that kind of soft egg! ”

Camisillo sighed and could only obey Dewey's decision.

Finally, there were 108 officers in the first class of the Imperial Military Academy (hum, I like 108 numbers, the sum of Heaven and Earth ~ ~)

Most of these people are imperial officers under 35 years of age, from all over the continent, each of whom has been enlisted for more than five years as middle and lower ranking officers, some of whom have excelled in the military, some of whom are highly skilled in martial arts, and some of whom have a deep family background...

Their rank, the lowest, was that of the cavalry commander of hundreds of cavalry in the former army, the highest even having become vice commander.

Of course, the only exception is Dewey's brother! And Gabriel, the future Count of the Rollins, who is only 15 years old in a month. He did not have a day's experience in the military.

It's called the opening ceremony, very simple. One hundred and eighty cadets came to report to this military fortress, and in addition to them, there was a special Royal Forest Army team from Dewey.

On a cold morning, when the sun had not risen, the trainees were ordered to stand in line on the playground for two minutes before their dean, Dewey, arrived late in a thick robe.

These cadets, who were ordered to wear only light armour, one by one, frozen and stiff, watched Dewey shrink his head in a thick robe, and everyone scolded in his heart with defamation. But on the face of it, everyone is still very respectful - after all, they are the Duke of Tulips!

“I know you must be scolding me.” Dewey stood in front of this group and began his lecture: "Believe me, over the next few moments, I promise you will curse even harder! I'll teach you a hard lesson, make your crying dads shout, make you hate behind your back so much that you can kill me! So... curse me with all your heart! Because it's the only thing you can do! Other than that, you can only obey me and follow my words carefully!! ”

“The youngest of you is fifteen… the oldest is thirty-four.” Dewey hums and laughs: “But it doesn't matter, in three days at most, you'll regret why you're here! ”

Dewey looked at the 108 learners in front of him with a sharp look, and he laughed brutally: "Welcome to this terrible place, my dear students! Next thing you know, it's a nightmare! ”

In the intricate eyes of the cadets, Dewey circled around the queue and gently announced: "For ease of management, I have formed you into a squadron, as is customary in the military… just over a hundred people. I need to elect a captain to manage you while I'm away on weekdays. ”

When I heard that, a lot of people couldn't help but look at Gabriel. Everyone knows that Gabriel is Dewey's brother, and obviously, Captain this fat guy, most of it, is going to fall on Gabriel's head. The best preparation for this is long overdue.

“Knights of Aroll, come out!” Dewey suddenly called out a strange name to everyone.

In the surprise of the crowd, in the queue, a man about thirty years of age took a giant step forward, standing straight ahead of the queue!

This man stands tall, in the cold wind, but does not tremble at all, does not shrink his neck, his face is bland and indifferent, but is filled with a true soldier's perseverance!

Of course, it's not that everyone else doesn't look like soldiers, after all, they're also good young people drawn from the military everywhere. But this Yalol is different than everyone else!

He stood there with a straight body like a gun, and the hidden spill of the momentum was different from everyone else's! It's a true battle-baptized and sharpened ray!

“Yalol, from now on, you're their captain. You have the right to punish anyone who violates the rules while I'm gone, understand?” Dewey, look at this guy.

The two are old acquaintances.

Back then, when the Golden Wolf head of the meadow attacked Gilliard City with 20,000 iron rides, the Yalol knight was a cavalry captain in the army under Governor Bohan of Nurin province. At the time, he was ordered by Bohan to bring 300 cavalry to support Dewey, a young cavalry who fought bravely and resolutely and was disciplined, which made Dewey very fond of him.

More importantly, this Arole, who gave Dewey a saying, was Governor Bohan's "State Matters Matters Matter” who was still not close to Dewey at the time!

It was only after the Northwest Regiment was cleared that Governor Bohan was transferred from the Northwest because he belonged to the Grand Prince's camp in the early years, when the Regent dismissed him from his post as Governor and gave him a high place of glory but no power.

As for this knight Yalol, he also took part in the war to destroy the Northwest Legion and fought bravely… unfortunately, because he was an army under Governor Bohan, and during the reward of war, a line of Governor Bohan's army was crowded and treated unfairly.

This time, this officer training course, Dewey has long been thinking about cultivating some of his own party feathers here... it's a despicable idea, isn't it?

So he needed a few old acquaintances he was familiar with, and he got people from the Tulip family's army, which was unrealistic, and that would arouse Prince Chen's suspicions. So, Dewey later joined the list as an old warrior who had fought with himself.

When Dewey publicly announced Yalol as captain, there was an immediate objection below.

“I object, Mother!” From the queue, a voice came out, obviously representing a lot of people!

“Reason!” Dewey glanced coldly at the guy in the queue, indicating the son of a general.

“Lord Yalol was just a rider before, and I don't think he's qualified enough to serve the crowd! ”

Dewey chuckled, “You mean, he's the lowest ranked man in your crew? ”

“… here's the thing.” The man was hard on his scalp.

“Is there any other reason?” Dewey's face doesn't look too scary: “Say it, if you're right, I have a gift! ”

“Lord Yalol's martial arts are not the strongest, and I think one of the strongest martial arts players should be chosen as captain! ”

“His title is not enough, and I think the highest of us should be the captain, and I recommend His Excellency Gabriel.” Obviously, the guy who said that was kissing Dewey's ass.

Watching the people in the queue start talking, Dewey sneered.

Gabriel is the only one who understands the meaning of Dewey's expression! Only Gabriel knew that when his brother had such a smile on his face, he was a terrible demon! He has begun to pray deeply for his future colleagues.

“Let's start with seniority.” Dewey faintly said: "Is the Knight of Aroll not of high rank? Well, then I'll tell you what seniority means! In the army! The Horseman of Aroll himself cut off the heads of six Ancient Prairie Iron Horsemen on the battlefield! He has lived the war and killed men among the thousands of horses on the battlefield! Which one of you has done this? Stand up! ”

“Besides, who said anything about captaining the man with the highest martial arts skills? So I'm telling you, this isn't a tournament! It's a military camp! I want officers! Not just samurai! Otherwise, I'll have Knight Kakarot, the champion of the tournament, be your captain! ”

“Finally... who just said the title was the highest? Then you'd better pack your bags and leave tonight! Then go back to your home and continue to be your nobleman! Because the army doesn't need you! ”

Nobody talks anymore.

Dewey walked up to Aroll and patted him on the shoulder, whispering: “Be a good captain, don't let me down... and, today, I'll help you Liwei, but the true majesty is up to you, to make these bastards mad at you, it's up to you! ”

“I'll disappoint you.” The resolute face of the knight Yalol.

Dewey laughed coldly and then ordered the team to line up again.

“Everybody, line up, then today's first lesson is… Around the playground, run! Come on, that's an order! ”

“How many laps? Sir Mother?” One can't help but ask.

Dewey kicked him on the floor with one foot: "Run till I say stop!” Speaking, he looked at this guy at his feet: "Because you questioned the officer's orders... say goodbye to your lunch today! Now, get up, join the queue, and start running! Whose feet slowed down before I said stop, so, like, no lunch left! ”

Watching these officers quickly line up and start running on the playground, Dewey stood there smiling and watching.

The quality of these people is okay, at least they are all officers, and when they run, the queue is fairly neat.

At this time, Camisillo came from afar… Today, after all, is the "opening ceremony”, and as a representative of the military, he will always appear.

“Does running like this help? Dewey?” Camisillo frowned.

“Simple running certainly doesn't work.” Dewey whispered, “I'm just letting them remember the importance of the order! A true soldier, it's his duty to obey orders! The final result I asked for, even if it was a cliff ahead, when I said 'run’, no one dared to step in place! Obey, obey orders first! ”

As the campus of the Imperial Military Academy, this playground was originally the campus of this military fortress, and it is quite large! When 108 officers ran around the playground for the eighteenth lap, someone finally started falling out of line.

After all, these guys were asked to wear armor today, although not a full set of cavalry heavy armor, but they also weigh dozens of pounds.

Someone started falling out of line, the original neat team got pulled longer and longer, and the last person couldn't help but want to take off their armor! This heavy thing can't breathe!

And at the front of the team was the knight Aroll.

He doesn't run too fast or too slow, his breathing rhythm is stable. Only a veteran who has truly been on the battlefield and has experienced life and death can understand how to maximize his strength and distribute it in a long march!

“Three steps, one breath, three steps, one breath.” Yalol suddenly shouted to his teammates around him: “Keep your breathing rhythm and you won't be so tired, don't run too fast or too slow! ”

Dewey stood in the middle of the playground and smiled and looked around at Camisillo: "The first thing, Lord Camisillo, is that you gave me this bunch of cadets, which sucks! That's ridiculous. Are they the best you've ever picked out of every army in the world? ”

“There is no way, the real elite is in the main battle regiment, they are all picked up by the Storm Regiment and the Thunder God whip. These people... are pretty good in the local army. And... don't forget, you let them stand here long before dawn today, they didn't even have breakfast! It's good to be able to run like this. ”

Camisillo sighed.

“Well, the second thing…” Dewey chuckled: "I need a few doctors, preferably two priests from the Church who know how to treat Light. ”

“Why?” Camisillo frowned: “Oh, my God, is there a casualty in training at the academy? What the hell are you gonna do? ”

“Death is not death.” Dewey calmly said, "I have a scale, but it's normal to bleed a little, get hurt a little. ”

Camisillo swallowed his mouth and spat: “I started to regret making you this dean. ”

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Isn't this long enough? Two chapters today, 11,000 words more, I said more today, no promises!

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