Tyranny of Steel
chapter-1227

Franz stood over the unconscious body of his opponent while pounding his chest like a barbarian and screaming at the top of his lungs. Had the referee not stopped the fight, then his victim would have been sent to the afterlife. After all, the German Prince's wrapped knuckles were currently stained with the blood of the fallen.

Immediately after emerging victorious in this contest of strength, a beautiful, young platinum haired beauty rushed into the ring from the nearby stands and hugged this champion among men, while kissing him passionately in front of the crowd.

Siv could not contain the excitement in her voice, as she congratulated her future husband and current step-brother for his victory in the ring.

"You did it! I knew you would be my champion!"

Franz could not believe his ears. He had fought hard to win the favor of the half-valkyrie, but the only thing a woman like her would respect was martial strength. However, today's colonial dustups were hardly the proving ground of warriors, as it was incredibly easy to shoot a stone age savage from a thousand meters out with the right weapon.

No, those German men who wished to prove their strength did so in the ring. And there was one sport above all others that was considered the embodiment of the German warrior spirit, and that was Kampf.

Kampf was essentially no holds barred fighting. There were only two rules: no eye gouging, and no biting. Everything else was legal. On top of this, the only way to win was either by knockout, tapout, or doctor's stoppage. There were no points in Kampf, and if neither fighter finished the fight, then it would end in a draw.

But Franz had an unbeaten record of fifteen and zero, and had earned the nickname of the Austrian Warlord. Today, however, he had proven himself a champion among champions, by fighting the national open weight champion, and decisively finishing the fight with a brutal head butt knock out.

Out of all of Berengar's sons, Franz was the only one who had taken up prize fighting as a career in life. In fact, he had just won a prize of what would be the equivalent of five hundred million us dollars. Which was more than enough for him and his future bride to live on for the rest of their lives. And yet, there was no way that such a young and hungry fighter was content with retirement. No, his legend had only just begun!

Josef was deeply entrenched in the jungles of Myanmar, though he carried a semiautomatic sniper rifle for his own protection. He did not intend to use it on this trip. After all, his job was to survey and study wildlife, not kill them.

In fact, he was such a well-renowned naturalist, that he even had his own TV show, known across the reich as the "Tiger Hunter", ever since he was a small child, he had gotten along exceptionally well with wild animals, notably his father's pet leopard Genseric. And though the royal gardens of the Kufstein Palace were infested with semi-intelligent leopards, this was not enough to satisfy Josef's curiosity.

Thus, he had studied wildlife biology at the university of Kufstein, and had gone on to search through the world's most dangerous wildlands in pursuit of the earth's most capable predators. Today, Josef was looking for a legendary albino Indochinese tiger, which locals had claimed to spot not long ago.

As the man carefully stalked through the jungles of myanmar, he heard a loud and ferocious howl. One which caused him and his cameraman to suddenly halt their movements. Josef then looked at the camera with an excited look on his handsome face and spoke the words the audience most wanted to hear.

"You hear that? That is the sound of wild Indochinese tiger. No doubt he has caught onto our scent and is feeling threatened by our presence. We have got to be extremely careful, as we sneak up on the little bugger!"

After saying this, Josef moved forward into the forest, and saw a pale white tiger emerge from the nearby river, he then pointed with his free hand towards the magnificent beast, and exclaimed in shock, before making a reference to a particularly popular cartoon which had previously made fun of him, and his show.

"0i, you see that! That right there is an albino Indochinese tiger! Now, this mighty beast has enough power in its jaws to rip my head right off! I've got to be careful, so what I'm going to do is sneak up on it and jam my thumb in its butthole!"

The moment Josef said this, nearly his entire audience broke out into laughter, as they knew he was referencing the parody cartoon that was renowned for its particularly foul language and crude humor.

Naturally, Josef did not actually sneak up on the beast and jam his thumb up its butthole. Instead, he simply got close and took a picture of it, before scurrying off from the scene with haste. After all, sneaking up on a tiger of any size was a good way to get yourself killed. And it would be a particularly pitiful end to a prince of the German Reich if a tiger, of all things, managed to kill him.

Nevertheless, Josef continued to lead the way of studying the world's diverse wildlife, and was an expert in the field. His show managed to inspire future generations to protect the environment, and prevent the extinction of endangered species.

While Franz was fighting in the ring for fortune and glory, and Josef was trekking through the world's harshest environments in search of the world's diverse wildlife. Another one of Berengar's children was leading the industry of the career which they had chosen in life.

Ilse was Berengar's and Linde's second eldest daughter, but growing up, she never seemed to display the intelligence and creativity of her elder siblings. However, if there was one thing she had more so than any of her sisters, it was beauty.

Having inherited the best physical traits from both of her parents, Ilse was a beauty above all others. Even Linde had to admit that her daughter had grown up into a woman who could rival the goddess Freyja in terms of looks.

How did Ilse make the best use of her heaven defying appearance? By being a runway model. Currently, she was strutting through the high fashion industry of the Reich, wearing a particularly exquisite, yet modest, dress. Modesty was a virtue which the Reich pushed on its people, and because of this, there were few instances of skimpy clothing being tolerated in public.

Still, the dress clung tightly to the young woman's perfect curves, as she made a gorgeous smile to the cameras with a slight wave of her hand. It was as if every aspect of her figure exuded femininity. No doubt there would be many young men who would be thinking about Ilse while making love with their wives. Especially after these photos were released to the public.

After taking a few dozen more photos, the shoot came to an end, and Ilse returned to her seat, and sighed, as she pulled out her cell phone, and called a number. The man who picked up was none other than her husband, who was the Prince of Holstein- Mecklenburg, and an exceptionally handsome man in his own right. There was an excited tone in the woman's voice as the man picked up his phone.

"Hello babe, I was just checking to see if we are still on for dinner?"

The man's voice appeared to be equally excited to hear from his wife, as he confirmed that they were indeed still on for dinner at Ilse's favorite restaurants, which was located in Hamburg where she currently lived.

"Indeed, I look forward to chatting with you about how your day was while enjoying some nice Finkenwerder Scholle. But babe, I'm a bit busy right now with the board meeting. We'll have to talk later...."

Isle sighed and nodded her head in silent agreement with her husband's words. As a member of the board of the Reich's largest naval contractor, her husband was very busy, and thus she would have to wait until dinner to speak with him. Thus, all she really said was a brief farewell as she hung up on the man.

"Okay, see you soon!"

The gorgeous young German woman then looked out the window towards the port as she gazed upon the ongoing construction project of the Reich's most ambitious naval vessel yet.

She then shook her head, before getting up and heading towards the restaurant where she would wait for her husband until he arrived for their meal.