"Hehehehe... Sir Edward, why do you need to shirk it like this? Without them, those heavenly creatures wouldn't come to trouble you? Even if you use such words to deceive that idiot Maman, he won't believe it!"
The words were interrupted, but the devil princess smiled even more happily:
"The main thing that the Lord of the Dawn's men want to find seems to be you, an existence that is equivalent to the ancient evil being... and we are just something they need to deal with incidentally. If we cooperate, it will be beneficial to both of us.
Isn’t it the most advantageous?”
"I can give up here and run away. This place is not mine anyway.☆→But how will those heavenly creatures deal with this place in the future... Do you still need me to remind you about such a simple question?"
Gracia's expression remained unchanged, but she fell into deep silence again.
If you give it to me, there are still some benefits, otherwise the heavenly creatures may come, and then it will be the result of death. Of course, it will not cause any harm to me, and it will not benefit me at all - so I am just avoiding waste.
There was a smile on the man's face, as if he was conveying such a hateful message.
After a strict arrangement and a long wait, this guy finally stretched out his hand to grab them all, and yet he could still put on such a "compassionate" posture - it makes people wonder who is the devil here!
However, there is no doubt that the more tragic thing is that Gracia found that she had no choice at all——
Even if the protection of the magic circle in the imperial city is perfect and the resurrection of Iskandar's remnant soul does not attract attention, this guy can definitely make this matter bigger until he achieves his goal. What's more,
Five gods from other worlds just disappeared out of thin air. The Lord of Dawn, whose power in the main material plane has greatly increased, chose to ignore this... That is the real miracle!
Of course, Gracia is not unable to bear the loss of everything being destroyed by celestial beings——
In fact, from the moment she asked for everything here, she knew that this was already a dispensable and insignificant plan, and the final result was only related to her evaluation in Asmodeus' heart.
If this remaining soul could be allowed to dominate the continent again, then the Lord of the Nine Hells would naturally give her more power. If it failed, it would just be the end of the plan a thousand years ago.
But in this way, in the heart of the Lord of Nine Hells, Gracia can still only be a 'princess', not a qualified 'lord'.
"soul."
Gracia raised her head, and there seemed to be flames flashing in her eyes.
"Isn't this what you need? And you don't need a lot. There's no need to use such a conspicuous method, right?" Edward chuckled: "Besides... what do you think of celestial creatures?
of?"
Of course this was the price he paid.
Indeed, all the actions of the devils are just to steal souls, especially now that the battle between Heaven Mountain and Hell has begun directly. For the ambitious Gracia, the high-level devils shaped by high-quality souls
Of course it is what she needs, but if she can get the fallen celestial creatures directly from Lansander...
Just like the many fallen angels that Gracia has charmed from Heaven Mountain in recent times - or if you show some kindness to the guy in front of you, the results won't necessarily be so unacceptable?
"You want to control this place?"
"Almost."
The psychic smiled slightly: "Give me the throne here. Oh, no. Just give it to my son."
…
Standria City.
If we start with the architecture, this city chosen as the temporary royal capital by the new empire actually has a history of more than 700 years. It has a clear and complete set of architectural models that can almost be called an imperial city.
Traces of development - from a small circular inner city, to a city with three levels of inner and outer layers and reinforced barriers, and to the continuous expansion and expansion of the ten-meter-high city with regular and medium distances.
The word avenue. For an empire founded on knights, the cross-shaped road from the city center to the four square gates is a rule. The most basic significance of the large and small squares set up in each stage is not to provide for citizen activities, but for knights to gather.
The venue. They can speed up the streets without any obstacles. When the city gate opens, the enemy will face an army of knights charging with all their strength.
But now that the city has changed its owner, this rule has disappeared.
In front of the central castle, the 500-foot-square Private Square is now as smooth as a mirror. The sculptures in the center and the surrounding flowers and trees have disappeared. A huge space array is carved on a smooth blue stone slab. It is half underground.
The six-inch-wide groove constructs the 500-foot shadow of the magic circle, while the same depth and three-inch-wide texture depicts the five-ray array within it. The groove is shimmering with soft light.
Filled with Ze's mithril alloy, thousands of runes of different shapes are arranged in every corner and center of the five-pointed star, constructing a complicated, mysterious and daunting giant formation. Around the square, the five-pointed star's lights
On each of the points, there stood a star-wielding mage, and streaks of lightning-like fire extended from their feet, passing through the entire magic circle, causing ripples in the space that would frighten ordinary people.
The light flows, constructing a human image in the center of the array.
Damon Long Blackhawk calmed down, carefully stepped on the shining magic symbols, walked quickly to one of the nodes, and raised his hand slightly to indicate where the execution mage was. The next moment, the young man of the kingdom
The Duke has once again passed through a teleporting light and faced the gate of the central hall of the castle.
Looking at the two male lions carved in shallow relief on the luxurious door, the young Duke stretched out his hand to smooth his front and straighten his collar. In fact, he really wanted to find someone to help him examine his appearance.
However, the four knights of the guard standing on both sides of the entrance hall are obviously not the appropriate subjects for questioning.
It would be nice if we could bring one or two guards...
The young Duke sighed, although with his current status, it would not be against etiquette to bring a whole team of knights to the throne.
But the problem is, His Majesty doesn't like this.
Not only the soldiers and servants around the nobles, but also his own waiters and guards have been reduced to a surprising extent, except for a few of his closest courtiers. It seems that he doesn't like to see any strangers around him.
of extra faces.
"Are your own hands and feet just decorations? Are you too old to move? Or are there too many manpower around you to waste at will? If that's the case, I am really short of soldiers here, so I will borrow them from you!
"
Regarding the first fierce battle in the empire's summer offensive campaign, before the fortress city of Mahabali, the young king asked all the nobles and generals at the war meeting... No one answered at that time, and all the nobles regarded it as a kind of
A simple admonishment...but the next moment, the meeting
More than 500 servants and guards of the ministers were all dragged into the army and used for the first ant attack on the city. Both the elite soldiers and the waiters who were good at flattering were turned into broken limbs and minced meat under the fortress.
After that, no one dared to bring anyone irrelevant to the king.
"Duke Damon Long Blackhawk wishes to see you." After confirming his attire, the young Duke exhaled and spoke softly.
"The Duke has an audience..."
Stepping into the two open doors and walking onto the soft and wide red carpet inside, the young Duke walked forward slowly. Although the hall was wide, it was not very deep after all, but he could not advance more than ten feet, and his body and spirit were at their peak.
The young Duke felt his breathing becoming more and more rapid. It was as if there was a force that penetrated into his bones, giving him a great sense of oppression... This oppression became heavier as he moved forward. When the shadow of the throne fell into view, the Duke had already half-bent his body.
.almost turned over and fell to his knees.
He had to stop, take a deep breath, and hold on to his slightly trembling body.
Kneel down on your left knee. Then bend down deeply and put your head on your knee. After being still for three breaths, you then raise your head. Stand up and stand quietly with your head bowed.
Just like he doesn't like the ostentation of large numbers of people, the young emperor also hates these cumbersome etiquette, useless clichés, and superfluous titles... Even in such formal occasions, the greetings between the Duke and the King
It has also been simplified to a simple way of touching the ground with one knee, and it is said that in many cases it is just a gesture of lowering the head.
'My majesty does not need to be expressed by wasting time. Even if things that are different from what I mean are more fancy than dancing, they are of no use at all.'
This was the emperor's will... But at this moment, Dai Meng knew that the awe in his heart was real and profound.
The heavy pressure seemed to disappear, leaving only the wide and empty space of the main hall without a sound. Then the Duke raised his head and looked straight, and saw only the throne in his field of vision.
Although there is nothing in the eyes that reminds people of the 'throne'
——If you want to describe it, or... it's a mountain.
A mountain composed of swords, spears, hammers, giant axes, and countless weapons.
"The celebration ceremony will be omitted. We will wait until all the cities in this new empire are captured. As for now...use the collected swords to create a new throne for me."
This was the first order His Majesty the King gave to his subjects after the city of Standria was destroyed.
A throne made of smelting each other's weapons... actually there is nothing strange about it. Although it has been rare in the past thousand years, many monarchs have done this in the chaotic history of the continent. The Throne of Swords, the Throne of Armor
Thrones, thrones of spears... and things made of horse armor and even human bones, there are all kinds of things.
——And it has to be said that Tuminis' victory this time was so brilliant. Defeating a famous city and destroying a powerful enemy was equivalent to the destruction of a kingdom... This kind of celebration method can be regarded as a sign of diligence and frugality.
However, before the words of flattery and praise were spoken, everyone was stunned by the king's next words...
"It's a bit boring to cast them. Just use the simplest welding. It's exciting to see how high they can be stacked."
As the temporary capital of the new empire, Standria City has 8,000 permanent elites, but among them there are more than 3,000 Jinjinhua Imperial Guards. These are the most powerful military forces in the empire. Although they have been weakened due to conquests, rebellions and divisions in recent years
The quality has declined, but the quality of the weapons has not diminished at all... Knight swords, all-metal knight spears, war hammers, and giant axes. They have enough weapons to arm three times the number of people. And the weapons in the city's arsenal
There are even more piles...
And now, all of this is here. Right in front of the Duke...
Countless swords are piled up, countless sword blades are woven. Countless sharp edges are erected, sword blades, sword blades, sword blades, sword tips, sword tips, gun blades, gun blades... Heavy metal, countless blades, stand tall
Become a huge, heavy, dark and twisted creation.
A towering, ugly and asymmetrical...monster.
It is more like a porcupine with all its fur raised... No, it is a pine tree with no branches, only leaves. The nearly twenty-foot-high back structure that almost touches the top of the hall extends out
Countless fangs. And underneath, the bladeless two-handed slashing swords and giant swords were inlaid into twenty-three metal steps. At the top of this uncertain ladder, there were two cold, overlooking gazes...
"The city has been cleared, and no remnant has escaped...1,336 members of the royal family and staff nobles were hanged in accordance with His Majesty's order, and 2,739 were sentenced to hard labor. The labor service has been sent to the kingdom.
In the northwest, the remaining 13,057 people including the surrendered soldiers have been escorted to the undead camp outside the city, and according to the magic reports coming from various places, five of the six directions are progressing smoothly."
No reply.
The young Duke could only see countless blades flashing with cold light in front of him. He held his breath slightly and continued: "Fortress Victoril has not been captured yet."
Victoril is not a famous military fortress in the empire. Although it is called a fortress, the terrain is not actually dangerous. The city walls are not thick, but it has the largest temple of the God of War in the entire empire, which is regarded as a holy place by the believers of the God of War.
, there are prosperous believers, many priests, fierce folk customs, and all the people are soldiers... Although there have been several conquests in the history of the empire, they have always been long-lasting.
In just a hundred years, in just thirty to fifty years, it will be completely out of the control of the imperial emperor. Therefore, for hundreds of years, there have been few feudal lords here, and it is almost in a state of church autonomy. Anyway, the tax revenue of one city and one place is nothing.
The emperor of the empire has little influence, and the Temple of the God of War will regularly send a group of elite warriors to the empire, even heroes such as sword masters.
Among the hundreds of sword masters in the history of the empire, one-third were born here, and about half also traveled here to study. Although there has not been another sword master here in the past few decades, if
In terms of the proportion of high-level warriors and knights, the ratio here is at least twenty times that of the mainland average! Someone has said that everyone born in Victoril City, whether male or female, has the blood of a warrior.
The only difference between soldiers is whether they hold a spear or a giant ax in their hands!
Even if the kingdom's chariot is invincible, it still has to stop its wheels temporarily in front of this city with one hundred thousand warriors and five thousand priests.
"The God of War... doesn't seem to be planning to support me?"
The king's voice came down from the seat, low and cold, as if the sharp blade on the throne was trembling: "There are always people like this... Forget it, I allow you to bring the mage group... If necessary, you can
Use twice the number of people. There is no need for Deville Fortress to exist anymore."
Damon Long couldn't help but feel terrified.
There is only one meaning in His Majesty's words.
Massacre the city.
"but……"
Under any extreme circumstances, massacring the city should not be the choice of the occupiers. It may destroy the will of some resisters, but it will undoubtedly etch more hatred into the hearts of the opponents, forcing them to fight to the death to resist, and the number will increase in vain.
The casualties of the soldiers, not to mention the massacre of the city, was tantamount to being an open enemy of the God of War. Although the gods would never easily use their power for human affairs, just certain intentions were enough to add unnecessary variables to the war.
However, their existence is meaningless
"Did I not speak clearly enough?"
"This... no, my Majesty, your will is our destiny." The young Duke lowered his head, his voice trembling. He no longer thought about whether the elderly, weak, women and children accounted for more than half of the one hundred thousand people.
"I remember, you seem to be unmarried?"
"I..." The Duke lowered his head again and opened his mouth. Sweat instantly soaked his forehead!
The king's words were obviously not a simple concern... During the sweep of the city, he concealed the identities of two noble ladies and a noble lady, and replaced them from the list that must be hanged. This matter is big or small,
It is difficult for a woman whose three families have been wiped out to stir up any big troubles again. But going deeper, no one knows what kind of impact these three women will have in the future. If beautiful women are smart enough, they can rely on their bodies to bring
The problem will also affect the survival of a noble family!
"I...wanted to report this to you."
"Forget it, it's just three women. It's nothing at this stage. Moreover, for being able to defeat six cities in a row, your contribution has already exceeded these rewards." The emperor's voice was full of laughter, but the Duke's body was full of laughter.
Getting colder and colder: "No... I don't have any merit. It all depends on the soldiers' lives. Your Majesty..."
Damon Long suddenly felt that his tongue was numb - in panic, he habitually used the tone commonly used by nobles, but this was also something that His Majesty did not like!
"It's good that you know,"
The emperor's smile did not diminish: "I'll give you three months. When you're done enjoying it, change it. The empire is big and there are many women. Don't give up the entire forest for a tree." (To be continued, please
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