Imperial War Department.

The pungent smell of blood, as if the air had turned into viscous plasma, was blown by the night wind, and it was thick and persistent.

The Imperial Military Department has turned into a terrifying slaughterhouse, at least half of the military bosses have turned into ordinary soldiers, in addition, some ordinary clerks, nobles, and samurai of the military department have also been slaughtered, and the steel knives of the soldiers of the Iron Blood Battalion who were executed have cut out the gaps.

The black human head, in the center of the military department's meeting hall, was piled up into a hill of human heads.

The bubbling blood, like a stream after a rainstorm, merged into a red stream, and then slowly flowed out along the cracks in the mossy steps, exposed to the cold air of the night, exuding a slight heat, as if telling the last trace of life's nostalgia for this cruel world.

The soldiers of the Iron Blood Battalion, whose swords and spears were unsheathed, looked solemn and stood straight.

The eldest prince Arshavin seemed a little absent-minded, as if he was struggling to decide what crucial problem he had, he held his chin in one hand and looked down at the ground as if he were a sculpture, silent for a long time.

This kind of silence made the entire military department more and more depressed and dead.

The nobles and military tycoons who survived the massacre felt that they were simply having a nightmare, and that this nightmare did not seem to end there, and the air was so oppressive that everyone felt that it was difficult for them to breathe, and they were afraid that the man who sat on the high throne in contemplation, with a wave of his hand, gave the order to slaughter again.

Shout!

A flash of light from a sharp signal burst into the sky, and the sound of a scream breaking through the sky broke the silence.

The eldest prince finally woke up from the long silence, he looked up at the towering hill in front of him, a look of regret welled up in the depths of his eyes, and he waved his hand impatiently, and the soldiers of the Iron Blood Battalion bowed down, and in the horrified eyes of the surviving nobles, they took action and began to clean up the blood stains on the ground, and the heads were also transported out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you can go back. Arshavin stood up and said to the nobles in a low tone.

"Huh?" someone exclaimed, crying with all his might, "Don't, Your Royal Highness, don't kill me, I know everything, I'm loyal to the royal family......"

Hula knelt in a large area, and everyone pleaded.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you are all loyal ministers of the Empire, in the most critical time of the Empire, you stood in the camp of the royal family and the people of the Empire, and withstood the test, I am very happy, I am proud of you, blood for blood, glory for glory, let the stars witness the oath of the Zenit royal family, loyal to the Empire, you will get flowers and cheese!"

After some explanation, everyone got up in shock, thanked them for their kindness, and walked out tremblingly.

Walking to the street, I found that there were heavily armed soldiers everywhere, obviously just after a hard battle, the armor on the body was stained with blood, the swords and guns were glowing with bloody cold light, some of the most prominent aristocratic mansions on weekdays, at this time, the flames were soaring into the sky, and there was a shout of killing, and the entire imperial capital seemed to be soaked in a piece of blood, which was suffocating.

The nobles were shocked to realize that the events of tonight had far exceeded their most exaggerated estimates.

looked at each other a few times, and they all saw the shock and luck in each other's eyes.

The night wind blew, no one dared to speak, and staggered towards their respective mansions, no one could have expected that a counterattack against the Chambord King Alexander, which was almost about to settle, would have such a rebellious change at the last moment, and there was no need for the Chambord King to take action personally, and the huge inverted Chambord King in the empire collapsed in an instant.

The name of Alexander, the king of Chambord, is about to become a taboo, it cannot be touched, it is best not to offend, let alone calculate, otherwise, there is no place to bury it.

......

On this bloody night, the only place that was relatively peaceful, apart from the slums, was the Guanyi district in the city.

The envoys from the twenty-two empires in the northern region, as if they had noticed the rats of the dragon transit, hid in the room tremblingly and did not dare to come out, just the night before, two burly men who claimed to be the pawns of the Chambord king, rushed into the post house area, broke the thighs of the high-spirited envoys of the Anzhi Empire, hung up any foreign envoy who dared to insult the Chambord king, and smashed the face of each envoy into a pig's head, it was like killing a pig and slaughtering a dog, crushing the entire pavilion area.

These messengers, who shouted that they must kill the king of Chambord, were completely broken, and the two strong men were like tigers that broke into the flock of sheep, killing people like pulling weeds, without any scruples at all, and slapping everyone's faces.

Since yesterday, these arrogant envoys, knocking out their teeth and swallowing blood, gritted their teeth and endured in the post house area one by one, waiting for Dali Sandro and his party to arrive, to humiliate the Zenites, to torture and kill the King of Chambord, especially the two damned strong men with white hair and black hair, we must see their skin peeled off and dug into a complete bone frame!

"Hehe, let's mess up, the more chaotic the better, the Zenit people have collapsed like crazy, and when the sun rises tomorrow, it will be the end of this evil country, we will kill every Zenit man who is taller than a wheel, and enslave all Zenit women!"

The messengers hid in their rooms and let out a vicious curse.

......

The bloody night slowly came to an end.

The ancient and magnificent city of St. Petersburg seems to have fallen silent again.

Time is like a rushing river, gone without looking back, passing quickly, the night is getting thicker and thicker, and then it begins to gradually fade, the twinkling stars in the sky, from the complicated like a sea of smoke to the sparse lala, the eastern sky shows the white of the fish belly, and the sky gradually begins to brighten.

One order after another, it was urgently arranged.

On the walls of St. Petersburg, at this time it was already densely covered with heavily armed soldiers, they clenched their weapons, their faces were resolute, without fear, and all kinds of precious magic weapons that were rarely seen on weekdays were carried to the city, showing their terrible fangs like hideous beasts, and the hundreds of towering magic towers in the city were constantly gathering magic elements, flashing with faint flames, ready to attack with a powerful attack, and they were about to attack.

Under the enemy tower at the south gate, the nobles put on the most precious magic armor and looked nervously at the distant sky.

The light on the horizon has become more and more obvious.

The moment to decide the fate of the empire is coming.

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Third, I would like to express my gratitude to my brothers and sisters.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, a happy family, and a lover who will eventually become a family.

Thank you.