Today is a rare good weather, with thick clouds and no view of the scorching sun. Today is also a rare leisure time. People after a busy week can finally relax because today is the weekend and Saturday.
Lines of college students on the street are noisily arguing about where they want to go, whether to go to the caves in the suburbs for adventure, or to watch the new magical beasts at the Colosseum. The workers and staff are also planning how to spend this long-awaited vacation. And in this
On relaxed days, there is a serious and heavy atmosphere in the palace of Hindmore.
A military minister reported: "Your Majesty, according to the battle report from the front line, Black City has been lost. Fried has ordered the entire army to completely withdraw from the Vulcan area and is now stationed 50 kilometers away from Black City."
"Black City." Radat frowned for a moment: "Black City is an important stronghold on our front line facing the Demon Moon. It is also an important defensive city in that area. How could it be lost so easily! My Prime Minister, what on earth is this?
What's going on?" As he spoke, his eyes swept towards Zalberg in front of the hall.
Zarberg said: "Ever since our army's all-out attack on the Endless Sky Defense Line failed, morale has been low. Coupled with the massive reinforcements from the Demon Moon Empire, the situation has become unfavorable to us."
"This cannot be an excuse for the loss of Black City." Radat said solemnly: "Before the war started, the prince promised me that I, Saint Bikoya, would definitely win this battle, so I would appoint General Kya as the marshal to go on the expedition.
Why has it become like this now?"
"Your Majesty, my promise remains and will not change, but the situation on the battlefield is changing. In order to cope with the changes, we should also continue to change." Zarberg said: "Now the Demon Moon has a superior force over us.
In addition, they have an endless defensive line to rely on, and the terrain after Vulkan is not very dangerous. In order to reverse this situation, I think it is necessary to send additional troops to the front line to support them."
"Send more troops." Radat said: "Will this war expand endlessly?"
Zarberg said: "The war between Saint Bikoya and Demon Moon is inevitable. Your Majesty has just inherited the throne and needs a great military exploit to prove your majesty's prestige. If you can win this war against Demon Moon,
A battle will undoubtedly bring great advantage to His Majesty's rule."
"How come this battle is certain to be won?" Radat said: "Since my father, although there have been constant frictions between the frontline and the Demon Moon Empire, there has been no war for a long time, and the Demon Moon Empire has been stronger in both economic and military terms.
On par with St. Picea, it would be very difficult to win this battle. Even if we win, the price will be very high, which is not good for the governance of the country."
Zarberg said: "Your Majesty can worry about the country and the people. As the former prime minister and your Majesty's uncle, I am very pleased. However, your Majesty must be young, and some things are not very clear."
"Um!"
"Your Majesty, don't be angry." Zarberg said: "The war is a matter between two countries, but it is not just a matter between two countries. Although the Demon Moon Empire is not inferior to me, Saint Bikea, in all aspects,
However, there are unrest factors in the countries surrounding the Demon Moon Empire."
"You mean the Holy Gripen Empire?"
"This is just one of them." Zarberg said: "I have confirmed with the envoys of the Holy Gripen Empire a few days ago. At present, the king of the Holy Gripen Empire has personally come to the front line, leading millions of troops to fight against the demons.
The Moon is at war. Not to mention anything else, the Holy Gripen Empire alone will cause Mo Yue a lot of trouble. In this case, the Mo Yue Empire will be attacked from both sides, so we must win this battle."
"So, what does the prince think we should do?" Radat asked.
Zalberg said: "In addition to once again sending more troops and generals to the front line, I suggest that your Majesty personally order Marshal Fried to use Doomsday Judgment."
"Armageddon!"
As soon as these words came out, the faces of many ministers present changed color.
Radat said: "The Doomsday Judgment, the destructive magic, has been signed by Saint Bikoa and the Demon Moon hundreds of years ago. The bells of the Doomsday Judgment and the Empire will never be used in the war between the two countries. This matter was initiated by the Holy Garden.
If we use the saints as witnesses now, if we use them rashly, we will inevitably suffer cruel revenge from the Demon Moon, which will put our country at a disadvantage in terms of diplomacy and the Holy Garden."
"As long as the war can be won, past agreements will have no effect." Zalberg lowered his head slightly, but his eyes were fixed on Radat on the throne.
"But what about the Holy Garden?" Radat asked.
Zarberg smiled and said: "Your Majesty, will the Holy Garden still lead troops to attack Saint Bikoya?"
"This..." Radat saw all the ministers in the palace staring at him, and he suddenly fell into a panic and hesitation.
Just when the atmosphere in the palace was tense for a moment, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the palace.
"What's going on?" Radat asked quickly.
A general from outside the palace suddenly ran in and said: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, someone broke into the palace without permission."
In front of the palace gate of Sombra City, a majestic figure stood in the middle of the road and walked towards the palace. Countless guards and imperial guards in the palace surrounded them with halberds and weapons: "This is the palace, no one is allowed to enter at will!"
An Wuhou ignored the countless weapons in front of him and still walked forward with great strides, fearless.
"Stop, if you don't stop we will attack." After saying this, the guard raised his gun and stabbed him.
An Wuhou turned his eyes, and his dark green eyes looked directly at the soldier who was speaking. He saw the cloak billowing behind him, and a powerful magic power surged from around his body.
The hearts of the hundreds of soldiers present felt as if they had been hit hard, and they all fell to the ground. In the blink of an eye, the person who came was already a hundred meters away.
Anwuhou soon came to the nine-star flower garden in front of the political hall of the palace. Suddenly, four extremely fast figures flashed out of the flower garden, and the four blades exuding cold light slashed at Anwuhou in a dazzling manner. Anwuhou's steps did not change.
The figure flashed, and the blades slashed like rain, but not a single one of them hit him.
The four black figures suddenly stopped at the same time, and then attacked again at the same time! Four black figures were seen flashing across each other, cutting a black cross in the air, and the center of the cross was An Wuhou Yanlong!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! An Wuhou glanced at the four black figures standing in the four corners, and patted his armor: "The forbidden troops of the Black Feather Camp are not weak."
As soon as he finished speaking, the swords of the four top Black Feather Forbidden Soldiers suddenly shattered into pieces, and the four of them vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
"Yanlong!" In front of the palace, a veteran general blocked the steps with a sword.
Marquis Anwu narrowed his eyes: "It's you. It's rare to see a familiar face here."
"Please come in, His Majesty is waiting for you in the palace." The veteran in front of the palace moved out of the way: "Please."
In the government hall, all the ministers looked at the visitors with doubts and surprises in their eyes.
"It's you!"
"An...An Wuhou...Yan...Dragon!"
Ignoring everyone's gaze, Marquis Anwu walked straight to the palace, flicked his cloak, knelt down on one knee and said: "General Yulin, Marquis Anwu, Yanlong, pay homage to His Majesty the King."
Radat on the throne raised his hand: "Get up."
"Yanlong, when did you come back, and whose order did you follow?" Before Yanwu Hou Yanlong got up, the ministers present immediately attacked him.
Trosa on the side said: "Marquis Anwu, no general can return to the royal capital without an order from His Majesty the King or the Chief Prime Minister. What's more, you committed a serious crime many years ago and were ordered to stay permanently in the rainforest wasteland. Now you don't have any orders.
If you just return to the capital privately, do you know what the consequences will be?"
An Wuhou stood in the center of the hall and said coldly: "Are you talking to me about military law? I know this better than you."
"Then you still dare..."
"I'm coming back, what do you want?" An Wuhou's tone was full of power, which frightened Trossa so much that he didn't dare to speak anymore.
Another minister shouted: "Marquis Anwu, how dare you despise the royal power like this! You are a general of the empire. As a general, you should abide by your duties and obligations. It is not for you to violate the laws of the country."
Anwuhou said: "I have my own reasons for coming back."
"What reason?"
An Wuhou put his hands behind his hands and snorted coldly, without even looking at him: "I don't need to explain this to you, and you are not qualified to listen to my explanation."
"you……!"
"Stop quarreling." Radat said: "Yanlong, you came at the right time. There is just one thing that I want to hear your opinion on. The two countries are currently at war, and the Prime Minister proposed to me to use the devastating weapon of Doomsday Judgment.
Magic, what do you think?"
"No need." An Wuhou's answer was brief but powerful.
Zalberg said: "The battle situation on the front line is now stalemate..."
An Wuhou interrupted him and said: "Do you think that the empire's generals are too incompetent?!"
"..." Anwuhou's words were filled with incomparable questioning and power. Zarberg didn't know how to react for a moment. After a while, he said: "The use of Doomsday Judgment is unanimously agreed by all the ministers present and the tutors of the Royal Academy."
Yes, what reason do you have to disagree?"
"Reason? I am the reason." An Wuhou glanced at Zalberg: "Is this reason enough?"
Trossa scolded: "Don't be too arrogant!"
"Okay." Radat raised his hand to silence the scene: "Marquis Anwu is one of the most meritorious and prestigious generals in the empire. Since he believes that the Doomsday Judgment cannot be carried out rashly, I think this matter needs to be discussed carefully.
That’s it for today’s parliament, please leave.”
The ministers left the council hall with anger and unwillingness. For a moment, only Anwuhou was left to face King Radat. The two were silent for a while, and Radat spoke first: "I can see that you are angry."
"That's right, because I don't want to see you." An Wuhou turned around and stood with his hands behind his back.
"It's really rude of you to turn your back to me. But I'm not angry. I know you never wanted me to inherit the throne." Radat said.
"You are too ruthless. No matter who the ruthless person is, I don't like them." An Wuhou's tone was low and his words were heavy.