Rebirth of the Viking King

The people in Paris spent an unforgettable day.

In this short day, they encountered martial law twice!

For the first time, the well-dressed Golden Scale Guards and the "Acolytes of Torture" escorted three Vikings into the Inquisition.

Just two hours later, the street was blocked again as smoke rose from the kitchens of every household preparing lunch.

This time, it was thousands of guards with serious faces!

Different from the neat queue in the early morning, at this time they were standing ready with swords in hand. There were thousands of soldiers on both sides of the street, looking neatly towards the center of the street.

The focus of his attention was on the group of Vikings passing by early in the morning. Only this time they held in their hands two members of the royal family wearing brocade robes and golden crowns.

"Master Loki, it doesn't feel right to hold these two people in your hands!" Ignoring the looks from all directions of the Parisian people, Wenzov said softly to Loki.

"Why do these two people feel so similar to me?"

"So much like the former Miss Sophie?"

A dozen survivors walked slowly through the streets of Paris. Loki, who was walking at the forefront, faced hundreds of French Golden Scale Guards who were pointing their weapons at him alone. Hearing this, he stopped involuntarily.

Wenzov is indeed the butler who knows all the villagers in the village. With a word that woke up the dreamer, Loki once again looked at the French prince in his hand, and his distracted eyes really looked like the unenlightened Sophie.

Could it be that there are other secrets in this Plantagenet family?

As he moved forward, he thought silently in his heart.

**

As for the people in Paris above them, they saw something they had never seen in their lives today.

They actually saw the members of the "Porse family" with their eyes.

"Holy Lord, I have lived for 75 years, and this is the first time I see our respected royal family appear on the streets of Paris!"

"They really do exist!"

"Haha, you old thing are so confused! Can the Plantagenet family be fake? Without their stable rule, how would you have lived to be 75 years old!"

"Hey, little boy, you must remember today."

"If it weren't for these Vikings, I guarantee you would never see a Plantagenet in your life!"

What the old man said is indeed correct.

In previous years, the most common people in Paris saw were the chariots of the royal family. The iconic golden flowers of the Plantagenet family are painted on the chariot, but the real royal family members have never appeared in front of everyone.

One hundred years ago, the Carolingian dynasty, which completed the "Carolingian Renaissance", was at its peak. However, in just 20 years, the descendants of the Carolingian dynasty died of illness one after another.

When the last single sapling, "Pierre Carolinian", died of smallpox, the rule of the kingdom was taken over by an unknown merchant family, the Plantagenets.

It is said that they were supported by the merchants' federation and the vast majority of the French Dukes.

However, the "Porse family" is a group that has long been shrouded in mysterious dark clouds.

For the people of Paris, they were far less adept at interacting with the residents than the heirs of the Carolingian dynasty.

They never perform public sacrifices or hold any kingdom celebrations. Even if the ruler is changed, the reign name will not even be changed.

But the people didn't take it seriously.

All they want is to live and work in peace and contentment, have money in their pockets, and meat on the table.

As long as these are satisfied, the ruler is a human, a ghost, a fish or a beast.

They don't care at all.

**

All the Golden Scale Guards followed Loki's steps neatly and walked towards the gate of Paris City.

He held the Prince of France before him like a shield.

Their flying swords were too fast and too sharp.

This is the only weapon that can block Jian Xiu's flying sword.

"Citizens of Paris, please close your doors and windows, leave the streets, and return home!"

"Don't open the window without permission, lest the sword be blind! What's going on in the city is the Golden Scale Guard's defense training! Everything is under the control of the city defense team."

The sword cultivators suspended in mid-air were running their spiritual energy and shouting loudly towards the entire street.

Being coerced by a group of Vikings is nothing. As long as the prince and princess can be rescued safely, this is not a misdeed worth writing about.

But Lan Bi knew in her heart that Diamond Flower Durand, the president of the Paris Merchants Federation, had died in the court. If this commotion damages the business reputation of the city of Paris, it will be every household in the city that opens its doors to do business that ultimately suffers.

The Golden Scale Guards will inevitably have to bear the criticism from the masses.

During this slow movement step by step, the city walls of Paris and two heavy gates appeared in sight.

Loki raised his head secretly and glanced at the sky around him.

He could feel Lanbi's blood not far from his head. The seven sword cultivators under him were arranged in a huge circle in the air, surrounding him.

(It seems that today is destined to be a bad day.)

The flying sword controlled by the sword cultivator needs an open field to complete complex actions such as acceleration and rotation. The high density of residents in Paris prevented them from starting a killing spree in the city.

But Loki knew. Once out of the city, even if he had the French prince as a shield outside the open city, he would not be able to resist such a large number of sword cultivators attacking from all directions at the same time.

Before they could kill the prince, they would definitely be able to pierce their joints with flying swords, rendering them unable to exert any strength.

The bloodline of the ancestors was indeed much stronger than that of mortals.

But they are not gods after all.

At the door, Loki stopped. Use the shield of the huge city gate above your head. He pulled Wentsov and Alfred over and gave the final instructions.

"This city gate is where you and I are separated!"

"Adoptive father, you"

"Time is running out, don't speak yet, listen to what I have to say first!"

"The journey we have taken all the way can only end here!" Loki paused for a moment, reached into his arms, and took out an exquisite box.

It was a necklace polished by "Bone Spirit Craftsman" Simedes himself. It was the gift that Elizabeth wanted him to bring back.

He thrust the necklace into Alfred's palm.

"If we push outside the city together, in the open space, we will have no power to resist the sword cultivator's flying sword!"

"I know they're targeting me, so I'm not going out of the city."

Alfred wanted to say something, but Wentsov stretched out his big hand to stop him. In a race against time, their team of more than a dozen people cannot be divided for a moment.

At this time, Duke Loki must be trusted unconditionally.

Because he can always find a way out of desperate situations.

"After leaving the city, the most powerful 'Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator' will not continue to follow you, but I estimate that there will still be several Jindan Sword Cultivators trying to take back the hostages.

The battle you are about to face will not be easy! "

"I don't know if you can play Normandy safely."

"Your Majesty Duke, don't worry!" Dean Francis took the opportunity to say, "I have already contacted the Vulcan Cult, and they will use the hidden stakes placed everywhere to help us escape!"

"The English Channel is not that far away from Paris in a straight line. As long as we can successfully enter Versailles, they will naturally assist us in our retreat."

The first type of people do not need to be taught, but the first type of people are taught by words, and the third type of people are taught by sticks.

In the field of escape, Father Francis never had to worry about Loki. Even if he doesn't issue any instructions, the old dean will conscientiously come up with all the ways to survive.

"Okay, you follow Francis and be sure to pay attention to safety. Be careful of their flying swords!"

"The divine power possessed by the sword cultivator at the Golden Core stage is still beyond your reach."

**

After finishing all the instructions, Loki lowered his head in thought and carefully reviewed all the plans.

"As I said, don't try to come back to save me. This will only slow down my progress."

"I must enter the palace to find the French leader Edward 'Long-Legs'! If we don't explain this matter clearly to him, we will always live in the shadow of France."

"Don't worry about me, I will definitely come back alive."