"The celebration ceremony is omitted, and I will talk about it when I capture all the cities in this new empire. As for now... using the confiscated swords, I will create a new throne for me."
This was the first order given to his subordinates by His Majesty the King after the city of Standria was broken.
A throne made of melting the opponent's weapons... Actually, there is nothing strange. Although it has been rare in nearly a thousand years, in the previous chaotic history of the mainland, many monarchs have done this, the Throne of Swords and the Armor
Throne, the throne of gun...and things made of horse armor and even human bones are all kinds of, and there are many different things.
——And it has to be said that the victory achieved by Tuminis this time was so brilliant. To defeat famous cities and destroy great enemies was equivalent to destroying a kingdom... Such a means of celebration can be regarded as hard work and thrift.
However, before the utterance of flattery and praise was released, everyone was stunned by the king's next words...
"It's a bit boring if it's melted and cast. Just use the simplest welding. It's a bit exciting to see how high it can be stacked."
As the temporary capital of the new empire, there are 8,000 elite troops in the city of Standria, but the Jin Jinhua Imperial Guards have more than 3,000. These empires have the most powerful military power, although due to the wars, rebellions and divisions in recent years.
Quality has decreased, but the quality of weapons has not been reduced at all... Knight's sword, full metal knight spear, warhammer, giant axe, they have enough weapons to arm three times the number of people, and the weapons in the city's armament library
It's even more piled up...
And now, all of these have arrived here, right in front of the Duke...
Countless swords are piled up, countless sword blades are woven, countless sharp edges are set up, sword blade blade blade blade blade blade blade blade blade tip knife blade gun tip gun sub gun tip gun gun gun gun gun gun gun gun... heavy metal. Countless sharp edges stand
Become a huge, heavy, dark and twisted creature.
A towering, ugly and asymmetrical...monster.
It was more like a porcupine with all its fur raised...No. It was a pine tree with no branches and only leaves. The back structure that almost touched the top of the hall, stretched out from the structure of the back that was nearly twenty feet high.
Countless fangs, and under it, the bladeless two-handed sword and giant sword were inlaid into twenty-three metal steps. At the top of this uncertain staircase, there were two cold, downward sight...
"The city has been cleared, and no remnants have escaped... The royal family members and aristocrats. One thousand three hundred and thirty-six people were hanged according to His Majesty's will, and two thousand seven hundred and thirty-nine people were laboured and labored, and they have been transported to the Kingdom
In the northwest, the remaining 13,057 people, together with the surrendered soldiers, have been escorted to the Immortal Camp outside the city. Among the magic secret reports from all over the place, five of the six directions are progressing smoothly."
No reply.
The young duke could only see countless sharp blades flashing with cold light in front of him. He held his breath slightly and continued to speak: "Fortress Victoril, has not been captured yet."
Victoril is not a famous military rush in the empire. Although it is called a fortress. In fact, the terrain is not a dangerous place and the city walls are not strong. However, here there is the largest temple of the God of War in the entire empire, and it is regarded as a holy place by the believers of the God of War.
, the believers are prosperous, there are many pastors, the people are brave, and the whole people are soldiers... Although there have been several conquests in the history of the empire, they are always only a hundred years long. After only thirty or fifty years, they will completely escape the control of the imperial emperor. Therefore, for hundreds of years,
There are few seal lords here. They are almost in a state of church autonomy. Anyway, the taxes of one city and one place have little impact on the imperial emperors. The Temple of the God of War will regularly send a group of elite warriors, even sword saints, to the empire.
Heroes like that.
Among the hundreds of sword saints in the history of the empire, one-third were born here, and about half of them had traveled and studied here. Although there has not been another sword saint here in recent decades,
In terms of the proportion of advanced warriors and knights, here is at least twenty times the average number of the mainland! Someone has said that every person born in Victoril, whether male or female, has the blood of warriors, and they are with
The difference between soldiers is simply whether they hold a spear and axe in their hands!
Even if the chariots of the kingdom were invincible, they still had to stop their wheels in front of this city with 100,000 warriors and 5,000 priests.
"The God of War... It seems that he doesn't plan to support me anymore?"
The king's voice came down from the seat, low and cold, as if the sharp blades on the throne were trembling and sounded: "There are always people like this... Forget it, I allow you to bring the mage group... If you need it, you can
Use twice the number of people. Fortress Deville, there is no need to exist again."
Damonlon couldn't help but feel creepy.
There is no need to exist, this sentence has only one meaning...the city massacre.
"but……"
In any extreme situation, massacre should not be the choice of the occupier. It may destroy the will of some resisters, but it will undoubtedly etch more hatred in the hearts of the opponent, forcing the enemy to resist to the death, and in vainly increase the number of soldiers.
Casualties, not to mention the act of massacre of the city, is equivalent to openly becoming an enemy of the God of War. Although the gods will never easily use their power for the things on earth, just some intentions are enough to add unnecessary variables to the war.
"I'm not clear enough?"
"This... no, my Majesty, your will is our destiny." The young duke lowered his head and his voice trembled. He no longer thought about how much power it would take to destroy that city, or among the hundred thousand people, the old and weak, the old and weak
Do women and children account for more than half?
"I remember, you seem to be unmarried yet?" the king suddenly said.
"I..." The duke's body suddenly shook, and he opened his mouth but made only a dry sound.
Sweat instantly soaked his forehead!
The king's words are obviously not simple concern...
During the city sweep, Damonlon concealed the identities of two noble ladies and a noble lady, the twin daughters of an earl were only sixteen years old and their stepmother. It was just because the marquis had some royal blood and was also Asian.
Li Weird's direct descendants, so the whole family must be hanged. However, this is nothing to the general in charge of the cleaning operation.
However, this matter can be big or small.
It is difficult for women who have all three families to cause any storm, let alone they are already 'dead'. But the emperor's order is to kill all these people. Moreover, if a beautiful woman is smart enough to rely on her body
The problems brought about will also affect the survival of a noble family!
"I... were about to report this to you."
"Forget it. Just three women. Moreover, the front-line army won consecutive battles. At least six cities were the credit of the Blake family, and they had to give you some rewards long ago," the king's voice was filled with laughter.
But the laughter made the Duke even colder:
"No... I have no merits, I rely on the lives of the soldiers, Your Majesty..."
Damonlon suddenly felt his tongue numb. In panic, he habitually used the tone commonly used by the nobles. But this was also something that the Majesty disliked...
Moreover, this is equivalent to denying—
"I'm not interested in blaming you," the emperor's smile continued: "I'll give you three months, and you'll change it when you've almost finished enjoying it. The empire is very big, and women are there as much as you want?"
Three months.
"By the way, it may be a bit difficult to deal with those divine slaves just with the mage. You convey my orders and let them bring the latest batch of explosive incendiary bombs with you. Then let's see their piety.
Are you really not afraid of flames?”
“This…yes.”
The name of the incendiary bomb made the Duke pale as paper, but he did not dare to say another word: "Yes, my Majesty, your will... is my destiny."
The young duke, who was covered in cold sweat, bowed and retreated, his steps were floating, but he did not dare to slow down. The gate of the palace was closed behind him, leaving only the lonely Iron Throne and the bleak figure on it in the quiet and empty hall.
The shadows that came after the throne were stained by the luster of space spells.
Master Benjamin stood quietly and nodded slightly. However, the young man on the throne squinted his eyes as if he was sleeping. He only spoke softly after a long time: "What's the matter?"
"You ask that all the explosive incendiary bombs...the potion be handed over to Blake to destroy Victoril Fortress?" the master said in a deep voice.
The question was not answered, so he continued to tell:
"But the production of this kind of agent is difficult. We have not yet found good quality ore to support production. We lack sufficient time and manpower. More importantly, the high-purity oils used in it are not easy to obtain...
Moreover, the nature of this agent is particularly unstable and extremely explosive... The stock so far is only a few thousand pounds. If it is just to support the battle, then one-third of the amount is enough..."
"Can a city be completely destroyed?"
The king's voice fell from the throne, cold and sharp.
"The explosive power of this potion is very huge. It can exert power comparable to an eight-to-nine-ring spell in about one hundred pounds. As long as you grasp the method and place it in batches, there is no problem with a city, but in this way, the Temple of the God of War
There will be a rebound in this.”
"Bounce? That's right, I know." The king chuckled, and he opened his eyes, slowly got up and walked down the steps, and the beheading sword under his feet meditated clangingly, as if playing the strings for his words: "It's better to say,
There is no better goal than the Temple of the God of War. The demise of a so-called city protected by Gods and higher gods... will make everyone on the entire continent understand what I can do, resist me, and meet again
What... as long as the effect can be guaranteed, they will naturally make the most correct choice in the next action. So this time, you may have to ask you to go there yourself, I want the best result.
”
The teacher was silent.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly, but he spoke until the king's footsteps stepped down the last step:
"If you send more than a dozen people to raid in advance, you will be 50% sure." He said: "However, the premise is that it is carried out at night. In addition, the vanguard troops need to be lifted out of the siege for at least three days. The priests of the Great Temple of Victoril Fortress are the ones who are in charge of the siege.
Together, you can use at least one prayer technique, or similar magical technique, as long as they survive half of it..."
"After the explosion, do they have time to survive?"
"This kind of potion is not completely invincible. A violent explosion requires conditions. After the explosion, it will burn out the air around it and suffocate the people in the place. However, if you throw a second one at this time, the explosion will be very small.
, you have to wait for a while before you can create the same powerful effect for the second time." The master explained: "But for priests with good abilities, the spells they bless will allow them to escape, just a magical technique that adapts to the environment.
They can maintain at least 80% of their combat power, especially their magical abilities."
"But people in the city will be burned even if they are not bombed, right?" the king chuckled: "That's enough."
"It doesn't make sense to just kill indiscriminately, those high-ranking pastors are the ones that pose danger to us."
"Yes, I know." The king laughed:
"Murder is never the purpose, the purpose is to let more people know this result and be shocked by this result. Therefore, we must ensure that the Victoril Fortress is completely destroyed, and it is gorgeously destroyed, and what else can it be
More shocking than burning it out in an instant? Higher pastors are terrible, but it is easy to find them. Dozens of people are used to fight against one person, or to make him poor, but to
It will be much worse to fight a country."
He raised his hand and waved it, as if he was a farewell, and then disappeared into the hall, leaving only the master's face as deep as water and thinking in place.
The space array built in the central square of Standria is expensive, and magical materials such as Mithril are worth at least one million gold coins. But its function is worth a lot of money, not just Tumi
Outside the Romantic City of Nice, it is connected with Standria in the center of the empire. It also transforms the entire city into a huge tower that can be connected to all places. In an instant, the young king has entered the deepest part of the castle.
A small hall that is not wide but extremely exquisite.
The room was decorated with exquisite bridge decks, but it was not complicated. Only a huge Yaman harp in the center occupied a considerable space. At this moment, a girl was sitting upright in front, gently twirling the strings. She made a tingling sound.
The sound of thunder...
Yaman harp is the largest of all instruments, with seventy-six basic strings and a huge heart-shaped bow made intricately. Therefore, in addition to the upper-level aristocratic families, only a few pianist families spend a lot of money to buy.
Practice. The sound of the piano in front of you is melodious and pleasant, obviously it was carefully carved by a skilled craftsman. However, the technique of the piano player is extremely unskilled, intermittent, and sometimes wrong.
But the emperor stood quietly, as if afraid of disturbing the sound of the piano. He did not clap his hands softly until the strings shook.
"I heard that you... ordered them to kill all the imperial nobles?"
"Not all, it's just those related to the royal family. And those who have been more than four generations are just sentenced to labor."
However, the empire has been ruled for thousands of years and its bloodline is deeply rooted. In every big city, there are some nobles who have been associated with the emperor. A large number of guys who have no blood connections also like to fake a inheritance and take pride in it - this is that
Thousands of strangled nobles
But those sentenced to so-called hard labor may not necessarily escape their lives... The hard labor venues are usually those rare deep mountain veins, and various epidemics are prevalent but there is no priest at all. The shoddy mine land collapses from time to time, and among them,
The labor force is extremely heavy. Even the strongest people will be exhausted after three or five years. These spoiled nobles may not be able to survive for even three or five days and will die there. In contrast, the hanging will be even more
It's better to be happier.
"They are just ordinary nobles, not just..."
"Not?" The king smiled slightly and interrupted her softly: "Any trace of the emperor's blood may be taken out and used by those who are interested. Therefore, the entire empire must know that all the people, creatures, and even those related to the emperor.
Ghosts no longer exist in this world. Otherwise, there will always be people in the places we occupy to do something under their banner. Once the civilians of those empires are bewitched, they will not only die in these few hundred.
Thousands of people... The country will lose countless farmers, craftsmen, merchants, and most of them are young and middle-aged people, and my soldiers will also lose in vain. For these thousands, they will lose tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of people.
, I won't do such things."
"But you don't have to kill them?"
"Yes, they will not die until they are sinful, and may even be innocent, but they still have to die. According to what Edward once said... Haha, there are no innocent nobles in this world." The king shook his head slightly: "I want to
I want to see where the nobles, what they eat, wear, use, and what they serve? They don’t have much practical contribution to the country, but they have enjoyed countless good things than ordinary people.
From life to death, they are enslaving others without expending any cost, just because they have a noble status. Do you think this is fair?"
"But the nobles guide and protect civilians..." the girl said hesitantly.
"Yes, protecting civilians and guiding civilians is their responsibility, and correspondingly, civilians need to provide them with all their responsibilities. Therefore, when the territory of the empire is lost, the most responsible ones are these empires that should be held responsible are the ones that should be the ones that should be held the most.
The nobles... Everything they have is given by the civilians. The only thing they can be responsible for is this life, right?