King Of Conquerors 소설 & 이야기

Her arms went around his neck and she returned his affection before drawing his attention to the far horizon. There were no clouds just a massed horde. It seemed Prince Connor Mac Neill wanted to challenge his fellow conqueror for possession of Ormond. Had someone slipped something into the former King Ephron’s wine at his behest so he could strike at the very moment the realm was weakest? Rufus hadn’t cared for his arrogant ways ever since they met and steered well clear, though his younger brother was sound. Would this set the pair of them against each other? That wasn’t his priority right now. Megan was trembling.

he worriedly said as he looked at Clad. “Shit, I am not done yet.” A number of footsteps were then heard coming not so far from where they were. ‘Ah, the reinforcements…’ Looking at Alex, he motioned his head to let him know that they had to go. “But how about him? ” He asked, pointing at Orlando. … “The king has arrived!! ” Declared by the guard as the king of Voneveir, King Allan, made an appearance with his body fully equipped with armor. “Where are they?”

Recently, King Edward Herman and Queen Mary Herman had announced the fixed marriage of their daughter to the King of Country A. Country A was the richest and most powerful nation, ruled by the formidable and ruthless King Alexander Knight, often referred to as the "God of War" for his undefeated record on the battlefield since the age of 15. Country K, in contrast, is a small and vulnerable nation, situated next to Country A. Due to continuous attacks from their powerful neighbor, the people of Country K had suffered greatly. Their resources and strength were insufficient to defend against the aggressors.

"We don’t let these leeches take a single step forward!" The Dark King, William the Conqueror, stands at the eye of the storm, an inscrutable monument to malevolence, with its griffin-like creature by his side. His ornate armor glistens with an unnatural sheen, its florid engravings of ancient battles and cursed oaths telling the story of a thousand victories. His expression is one of practiced accismus—a mask of indifference concealing his inexorable lust for dominance.

Now, he was just the help, a living trophy of their new King’s conquest. "Watch it, servant," a voice hissed. Nikos looked up to see Dimitri Kalos leaning back in his chair, a glass of dark red wine held loosely in his hand. Dimitri was the son of one of the families that had defected to Andreas’s side early. He was leaning into the 'new money' aesthetic, draped in heavy furs and gold, looking every bit the smug victor. "My bad, Lord Kalos," Nikos muttered, his voice flat. He stepped forward to refill Dimitri’s glass, but the man caught the rim of the decanter with his thumb, stopping the pour.

“Was it from the war?” “No. The king grew up not knowing anything about family because he had no one to start with. Many knew it, but refused to talk about it. Like you, he had a dark and troubled past, Kate. He used to wander in the streets when he was a boy until he was abducted and was taken in a facility along with several other children. He was a product of an experiment led by the first ever Vampire King Davidson Rowell and his former Council in their attempt to create warriors that would protect the royals and the city.”

"They didn't give you a job. They used you for free troubleshooting and sent you home with a fancy title." Selin appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed. "Dad, stop interrogating him." "I am not interrogating him, Selin," Victor snapped. "I am trying to explain to your useless husband that being on a corporate speed-dial list is not a vocational victory!" "He has a contract," Selin pointed out, stepping into the room. "A contract for what?" "Contingency operations." "Do you even know what that means?" "Not in the slightest," Selin admitted cheerfully. "But he's happy, and he’s out of the house."

With them came three hundred soldiers from the Flames of the Hunt faith according to Axel's command, their loyalty unwavering to their king and their gods. As Axel dismounted from his horse, his cold, unforgiving gaze swept over the courtyard. The Umbral Stalkers and Moon Wardens stationed outside the monastery paled at the sight of him and his forces. They were outmatched, and they knew it. A few moments passed, then slowly, they bent the knee in submission. He was their king, Axel The Conqueror, even whilst they serve the faith, he is their king and his commands was above the saint's, unless it was the god's will to oppose their king.

Mithraos swung his sword and resumed his fight. In the ten years since he became the King, he had done everything he could to empower his Kingdom. He has made it stronger and has fought in many wars, joining more kingdoms and making it an empire, his empire. Somewhere no enemy will dream to penetrate, no less kill the royal family. It was and is him against the world. Mithraos turned hearing some soldiers call for the head warrior but he need not have worried. He snorted as he watched the warrior raised his sword and sliced open the man behind him with a proper twist of his sword.

ALPHA RUNE They say it was easy to get to the top, but remaining at the top was the problem. I had earned the title of the Conqueror during the all-pack war but the task of keeping control over it was the most difficult thing. I would have preferred being out there, fighting and conquering, but now that the battle was over, it was time for administration and leadership and these were not my best strengths.