The first thousand and fifty-four chapters kill all over the city
The Palace of Versailles is still brilliantly lit at night.
In the king's bedroom, Queen Liv suddenly sat up in shock. As a legendary powerhouse, her perception was very sharp and she could hear the noise on the street.
"Someone, come and see what's going on!"
Liv scolded.
"It must be two wealthy families who are leading their subordinates to fight because of jealousy."
The king turned over, comforted him casually, and was about to go back to sleep when he suddenly frowned and sat up.
"Is this sound the army?"
The king's face immediately turned ugly. With his control over Paris, he didn't think anyone could mobilize the army to launch a coup without anyone noticing. However, this kind of military action that ignored orders was the greatest disrespect to a king, because
Only His Majesty the King can control the military power, so that they can firmly sit on the throne of the supreme ruler.
"His Majesty!"
The maids were completely unaware, but a ghostly voice did sound outside the door. It was the head of Saint Laurent's spy.
"Come in and tell me what's going on!"
Liv opened the quilt and went directly to the ground.
The king's eyes immediately fell on his wife's buttocks. The silk pajamas clung to the skin, showing off the plump curves.
"Queen, Lord Downton is mobilizing the Guise family's guards, security regiments and city defense troops to encircle and suppress the Brotherhood's strongholds in Paris."
The spy leader teleported and appeared in the room. He was still kneeling on the ground without raising his head.
"Downton? What's wrong with him?"
The king was stunned, "Forget about those soldiers of the Guise family. The chief of security and the commander of the city defense army took the wrong medicine? Did they actually listen to him?"
"He used the identities of Elaine and the Guise family?"
Liv asked why Downton didn't talk about cleaning up the Brotherhood first, but mobilized the army at will. It was the most important thing. After all, the royal power was inviolable.
"Yes, but it's more about the soldiers' spontaneous actions and atonement."
The spy leader reported and at the same time took out a Divi crystal and presented it.
This is the Royal City of Paris, and everyone's actions are under the surveillance of secret agents. People like Downton are the targets of special attention.
"Atonement?"
Liv was puzzled, but after watching the images captured on the Divi crystal, her face was livid with anger. As a woman, she could better understand the helplessness and despair of the women in the dungeon.
"Damn it, this brotherhood is getting more and more excessive!"
The king was furious. "Come here. Let Marshal Paden mobilize the Ninth Legion and annihilate those brotherhoods for me. No one will be spared. I will hang them on the flagpole to show the public!"
The spy leader was about to leave, but was stopped by Liv.
"Wait a minute, Downton has these people, that's enough. Let your subordinates cooperate with Downton's actions. Don't let any of them go this time. No matter what position or title, anyone who colludes with the Brotherhood will be arrested and interrogated strictly."
Liv finished her instructions and waved her hand.
The spy leader wisely resigned.
"Why?"
The king was puzzled.
"We didn't touch those brotherhoods before, so of course there's no need to take action this time. Let Downton take the blame. But those chess pieces we planted will probably lead to many unjust deaths."
Liv sighed, of course she knew some of the Brotherhood's strongholds in Paris, but she didn't expect them to commit such a bad act, so she acquiesced to Downton's actions even if it wasn't time to close the net.
"It's a pity. Our counter-infiltration is doing well and we have already controlled some of the rights of the brotherhood. As long as we have more time, it won't be a problem to capture one-fifth of the brotherhood."
The king shook his head. The chess was missing by one move.
"Hmph, if it hadn't been for this incident, I wouldn't have known that there was something wrong with the intelligence system. They concealed something like this and didn't report it. It seems it's time to clean it up."
Liv snorted.
"Calm down, don't you think this Downton's commanding skills are very good? Being able to control these officers is considered a talent."
After the king finished speaking, Liv rolled his eyes.
"If he was just a pretty boy who only flatters others, would Princess Sissi fall in love with him?" Liv was the one in the upper position after all, and her heart was terribly cold. After a brief moment of sadness and anger, she began to think about the meaning behind this matter, "You
Don’t you think it’s a coincidence? Why would Downton encounter such a thing when he came here?”
"You mean..."
The king frowned.
"It should be the Governor who took action. I heard that guy has been very active recently, recruiting many talents and constricting a lot of power."
Liv not only considers problems in detail, but also has an excellent overall view.
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Giese house, master bedroom.
"Downton has such a hot temper!"
Listening to the spy's report, the Duke of Guise shook his head. He had a strong sense of justice, which was not a good thing.
The heads of the Bourbon and Napoleon families have similar evaluations. When a mature person in power encounters such a thing, his first consideration should be how to maximize his own interests.
"Haha, I like heroes the most!"
Mrs. Redheart stood in the attic, looking down at the soldiers passing by, and took a sip of red wine. She eagerly wanted to see what Downton looked like after his fall.
"Downton, you are indeed worthy of your status as a priest!" After listening to the knight's report, the saint's ink pen reviewed, "Let the major knights cooperate with him."
At this time, Paris was completely noisy. Soldiers, led by officers, stormed the Brotherhood's stronghold. Lord Downton had already offered a reward. An enemy's right ear could be exchanged for ten gold coins, which was a huge sum of money.
Fei gets extra money, and those who perform well can be promoted.
As the knights join the battlefield, these devout believers are even more fearless of death. They have heard too much about the Brotherhood's reputation and have long wanted to eradicate them.
For a time, Paris was in flames.
The civilians woke up from their sleep and looked at the places with flames blazing into the sky. They were panic-stricken, but soon officials came to the streets to calm the people.
Lavender Nightclub. There is a buzz of people, the smell of alcohol is floating around, and there are drunken men and women everywhere, having a wild and wild life.
In the private seat, Oakley sat in the center. A dozen women wearing only underwear surrounded him, feeding him wine and fruit. There was even a woman sitting on his waist, her hips rising and falling rapidly, giving him seduction.
Human moans.
"Why is it so noisy? What happened?"
Listening to the commotion outside, Okere took off the women, casually tore off a woman's clothes, wiped them on his body, and walked out.
"Chief, it's bad, that Downton brought people to kill him!"
A younger brother ran in. His expression changed drastically.
boom!
Oakley punched out, blowing his head off.
"Everyone, please be quiet. Whoever is panicking will end up like this!"
Stepping on the corpses on the ground, Okre walked out. As a marshal, he had the confidence to escape from the siege.
"I wonder if your Excellency, your Majesty, is here to give me any advice?"
Standing in front of the nightclub, Oakley looked down at Downton and asked.
"I want your head!"
Downton doesn't mince words.
"Oh? Then there's nothing to talk about?"
Oakley waved his hand. A group of heavily armed mercenaries immediately rushed out of the tavern. They were armed with tower shields, dragon spears, and daggers and crossbows on their belts. They were armed to the teeth.
"Hiss, it's the Black Tan Heavy Infantry Regiment!"
A group of vigilantes gasped and their eyes twitched wildly. These were all excellent-level armors. A set cost half a million gold coins. Even though there were only 800 people, they were all magic users.
"Sir, be careful, these guys are good at battle formations, and relying on the terrain, they can cause us a lot of damage!"
Chief reminds.
The shadow of the ballista was already visible in all the windows of the five-story nightclub, and the dark and shining crossbow arrows were pointed at the soldiers on the long street.
"Downton, you have to give me a reason to cause trouble, right?"
Looking at the timid expressions of the security guards, Okrei joked playfully, "By the way, I forgot to tell you that the Brotherhood's energy is greater than you expected."
"I don't care how old you are, you are all going to die today!" Downton tightened his grip on the reins, "Homer, release the Abomination Corps!"
The door of war opened, and a burly and ferocious abomination walked out. Some people with careful minds discovered that in addition to the hooks on their arms, these abominations had an armed belt sewn with linen, and some were inserted on it.
'Large tin can'.
"attack!"
Downton didn't even bother to talk nonsense with Oakley.
"First team, target infantry formation, throw!"
Quasimodo roared.
Some haters pulled out a tin can, pulled off the tab at the bottom, and threw it towards the infantry formation in front of the nightclub with all their strength.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A huge explosion resounded through the sky instantly, and a powerful shock wave raged. Even though the infantrymen wore heavy armor and weighed 500 pounds, they were still easily overturned.
It was just a wave of throwing, and the infantry array was already swaying. Most of them had bleeding from their mouths and noses, and their heads were dizzy. Their internal organs were obviously damaged by the shock. But the most terrifying thing was the ice-blue flames produced after the explosion. No matter they touched it,
What, like tarsal maggots, will immediately catch fire.
"What kind of weapon is this?"
Seeing those flames actually burning through the heavy armor in just a few breaths, the security guards were shocked and subconsciously stepped back.
Infantry heavy armor has a certain fire-proof effect. It is not dragon's breath, and it can melt in an instant, but these flames are different. Instead, those heavy armor metals are like firewood, making the ice blue flames burn more brilliantly.
"My Guards!"
Oakley was stunned, and then roared. He spent a lot of money to build this, and it was his trump card. Unexpectedly, he was completely destroyed by that unknown weapon as soon as he came face to face with it.
"Team 2, target hall, throw!"
Following Quasimodo's roar, the second wave of tin cans was also thrown. Their force was too great and they were thrown directly into the depths of the hall.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
There was another round of powerful explosions, and screams and wails intertwined into a dance of death.
Snapped!
Several flames splashed on Oakley's body, and he subconsciously reached out to pat it, but not only did it not extinguish it, but it also ignited his palm.
"Damn, what the hell is this?"
Oakley shouted, turned around and rushed into the hall, preparing to escape. As for the infantry regiment, he could no longer take care of it. (To be continued...)
