"It's really... It's no surprise. ”

Looking at the closed gates of the imperial capital of Golovin not far away and the Iron Crown banner fluttering on the city walls, Lusn sneered and sighed, not even bothering to hide it.

The Grand Duke of Ellemont on the side just snorted coldly, ignoring the ridicule of the gray-eyed boy.

Looking at the legionnaires waiting on the city walls, all you could see was rows of shield walls and crossbowmen, and the rest......

The black-haired wizard instinctively squinted his eyes to mobilize the power of the void, and then suddenly remembered something, and his whole body trembled.

I almost forgot that I couldn't use the power of the Void like I used to... Loren tugged at the corners of his mouth.

It's not that it's sealed, it's that it can't be controlled at all - according to Asrael, if you control your power now, you can't even control the ogre god Mezca.

Suddenly it's not as convenient as before, it's really uncomfortable.

"What are you going to do?"

The Grand Duke of Elems turned his head, looked at the black-haired wizard and said, "It seems that the Imperial Council of the Imperial Capital has regained control of all the city defenses, and the original armies of Byrne and Elems have all been replaced by them. ”

"If it drags on like this, even if the Azorean elves attack the city in a big way, they won't open the gates... No, if that were the case, they wouldn't have opened the gates, but watched us fight with the elves until they were wiped out, right?"

As the words fell, the eyes of the surroundings were all focused on Loren Turin.

Facing everyone, the black-haired wizard smiled easily and waved his hand very casually.

"Boom ——————!"

The sound of uniform footsteps made the solemn-looking Archduke Ellemont's expression change in shock, and he stared at Loren Turin, who was smiling at him.

This guy, should he really ......

"Boom——————! boom——————!boom ——————!"

The footsteps of the 20,000 Byrne legions resounded in the wilderness outside the gates of the imperial capital, and the sound was full of shocking sound.

Facing the shocked gaze of the Archduke of Ellemont, Count Angot of Rock Castle turned over and dismounted, walked to the front of the queue, and raised his great sword behind him:

"Who are you?!"

"Byrne ——————!!!!"

"Where are you from?!"

"Byrne ——————!!!!"

"What are you fighting for?!"

"Byrne ——————!!!!"

"Byrne—" Swinging his greatsword, the roaring Earl of Mountain Rock Fort reached the gates of the Imperial Capital:

"Forward ——!"

The 20,000 Byrne legions were mainly speared phalanxes, forming twenty large phalanxes to enclose all the Byrne knights and Elemont warriors in the center, advancing in the direction of the city walls.

"What are you doing here?!"

The stunned Grand Duke of Ellemont glared at Loren: "Tell me, you... Are you really planning to storm the imperial capital?!"

"Storm the Imperial Capital? No, no, no... I did not launch any offensive against the imperial capital. Loren shook his head: "I'm just ordering the march like any army that arrives in the imperial capital. ”

"As for whether to attack or open the gates and enter the city after going to the gates, that is the decision to be made by the people behind the gates - to fight or not to fight, the decision is in their hands, isn't it?"

Frightened, Yuli Wirtz trembled - his 8,000 Elem legion was surrounded by the phalanx of the Byrne legion, and unless he directly "kidnapped the Duke of Byrne", he could only watch himself being coerced by the other party and approached, helpless.

And now he is far from the only one who is helpless.

"What's going on?!"

Standing on the towering walls of the imperial capital, staring at the battle flags flying outside the city, and arranging in a phalanx towards the imperial capital, the army of Byrne and Elems, trembling fists kept smashing on the battlements:

"These traitors, are they planning to openly rebel and attack the imperial capital?! Didn't they see that the city gates were closed and the imperial army was waiting for them, or did these traitors have always been so unafraid of death?!"

The spitting spray sprayed on the faces of the lieutenants from the small nobles on the side, and they did not dare to raise their heads with trembling, and their eyes mixed with fear glanced at the army outside the city from time to time.

"Great, great, the soldiers, the soldiers said they wanted you ......"

"What do you want from me, what do you want from me? These untouchables don't think about how to be loyal to the Empire at such a time, and they dare to make demands?!"

The aristocratic officer, who was furious, turned his gaze behind him angrily, looking at the "Imperial Capital Guard Legion" that never disappointed him, and this time it really didn't disappoint him.

nervous officers looking around, shivering soldiers hiding under shields and battlements, panicked crossbowmen and engineers......

Obviously, the legions, which relied on improvised forced conscription and aristocratic officers with little training, plus at most one-twentieth of veterans, and maintained discipline by whips and beatings, could not exert the fighting power of the "black wall".

If it weren't for the city wall under their feet, this "Imperial Capital Guard Legion" might not even have the courage to face it, so it surrendered directly.

"These untouchables, have they lost even the last bit of traditional courage, and they are still not Saklans?!" the angry aristocratic officer kept smashing the walls and glared angrily at the adjutant:

"Say, what do they want to do?!"

"He—they want you... You can open the gates and negotiate with the Byrne Legion outside the city......" The adjutant swallowed his saliva, his panicked expression as if he was about to cry:

"There are quite a few family members among the soldiers... It's just outside the city in the Byrne Legion, and if there is really going to be a war, I'm afraid ......"

"What, open the door? absolutely not!" the noble officer immediately snapped:

"Those traitors are already in the city, what room do we have to negotiate when we open the city gate at this time? No, this will definitely not work!"

"Your Excellency!"

"I said, absolutely not!" The roar in his ears made the noble officer even more hysterical: "Are you planning to disobey military orders?!"

"Poof!"

His knees weakened, and the little aristocratic adjutant fell to his knees: "My lord, the rebels approaching the city gate are not only the ones outside the city!"

"What?!"

The aristocratic officer, with a shocked face, jerked his head up and looked at the battlements behind him—almost at the same time, the chaotic walls sounded the sound of an urgent enemy horn... And neat shouts.

"Byrne, ——! forward"

On the avenue behind the gate of the imperial capital, thousands of Byrne legions appeared in a neat queue, heading towards the city gate.

In a hurry, the panicked aristocratic officers finally assembled a legion veteran of two banner regiments, which was neither big nor small, blocked under the city gate to form a shield wall, and looked at the oncoming black and gold lion flag with trepidation.

"Boom, boom, boom————!"

Amid the sound of uniform footsteps, the Byrne Legion stopped at the gate of the Imperial Capital, only eighty paces away from the Guardian Legion's phalanx.

Within easy reach, both sides could even see each other's expressions, but they both stared at each other and didn't speak.

The atmosphere of dead silence reveals the extreme tension and depression.

"Byrne, what are you doing here?!"

There were rebels inside and outside, and the aristocratic officers who were extremely panicked still stiffened their scalps and weak legs, stepped forward and scolded: "This is the gate of the imperial capital, are you planning to take the gate and rebel?!"

"Don't dare!"

The witcher Carl Colin stood in the middle of the two armies in the eyes of everyone, and looked coldly at the noble officer with his shoulders crossed: "The purpose of the Byrne Legion's trip is to protect the imperial capital from invasion, and there is absolutely no idea of rebellion." ”

"Then go back to the barracks immediately, the gate of the imperial capital is not your defense area, and it is not allowed to ...... without an order from the Imperial Council."

"But!"

Looking at the aristocratic officer's expression, Carl Colin said coldly: "We, the Duke of the Byrne, are now outside the city - please open the city gate and allow us to welcome the Duke into the city." ”

"No, no one is allowed to open the city gates without an order from the Imperial Diet!" the noble officer gritted his teeth and reluctantly changed his tone:

"You, you can go and apply to the council, if you agree......"

"It's too late!" Carl Colin said unceremoniously: "The Duke is outside the city, we can't wait any longer." ”

"Then you will step on me, and the corpse of the Legion of Guards behind me, and open the gates for your duke, traitor!"

"You will only be willing to open the gates with the permission of the Imperial Council... Really?"

"That's right, only by order of the Imperial Council!"

"No one else?"

"Not anyone!"

"Not even the royal family of the Heavenly Dome Palace?"

"Even the royal family of the Heavenly Dome Palace is not ......" The noble officer who was halfway through the words reacted suddenly, glaring at the indifferent Carl Colin: "What do you mean by this?!"

Carl Colin didn't say a word, and stood sideways, letting go of the figure behind him.

It was a female knight dressed in military uniform, with red hair and red eyes, as delicate and indifferent as a doll.

"Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess?!"

The moment the exclamation came out, the noble officer and the legionnaires behind him, almost instinctively, immediately bowed their heads and knelt down on one knee.

The indifferent eldest princess, Fitlonay de Salion, walked up to the noble officer, her flaming eyes staring at the trembling figure kneeling at her feet.

"Open the door. ”

"Your Highness?!" the shocked aristocratic officer looked up, disbelief written all over his face.

In the eyes of most imperial nobles, Her Royal Highness the eldest princess only relied on the "favor" of the previous generation of Eckhart II and this generation of Emperor Conod to have the status of almost second only to the crown prince in the imperial family, and even now became the second heir to the throne.

There are even many nobles who are planning to remove Brandon from the crown prince after Emperor Conod, and find a way to put this "simple" eldest princess on the throne and become a puppet of the Imperial Parliament to control the empire, just like the black duke Roland Turin back then supported the dragon queen Charlotte to the throne.

But this kind of thing, after all, can't be said explicitly... No matter how much you look down on it, you still have to have the respect and awe that the royal family should have.

So the noble officer decided to explain to this too simple highness, so that she could understand the stakes: "Your Royal Highness, eldest princess, if you open the door to those traitors now, they will definitely take advantage of the opportunity to ......."

"Bell ——!"

The cold sword interrupted the noble officer's words, feeling the touch coming from the side of his neck, and the noble officer twitched his throat and trembled.

"Open the door. ”

Expressionless, Fitlonay, repeated.

The cold gaze full of murderous intent and the sword blade that could not feel a trace of trembling made the nobles fall into an ice cave.

“...... Yes, sir. ”

The aristocratic officer who gritted his teeth said with great difficulty.

"Please also ask Your Highness to communicate with this... Your Excellency waits, if you want to open the gates, you need to remove all the defenses, clear the roads, and report to the Imperial Council for the same doctor, if you ...... then."

"Don't bother. ”

Carl Colin, who was standing on the side, stepped forward, a hint of sarcasm on his lips: "Please also ask the brave Imperial warriors to give up the gates of the city and let the Byrne Legion take over for the time being - when the greeting ceremony is over, we will leave." ”

"As for the defenses, the clearing of the roads, the passage of the council, these things... I'll bother you. ”

The aristocratic officer's face was pale, and he clenched his fists and said nothing.

The indifferent eldest princess turned her head, her fiery red eyes making the somewhat complacent witcher nervous.

"I'll leave it to you. Fetronay said lightly, leaving without looking back, and the Byrne legion in the middle of the road made way for her:

"Wait until Loren Turin enters the city, and let him come directly to the Heavenly Dome Palace—when the Duke comes to the door, he must always go to the Heavenly Dome Palace to meet him. ”

"Yes!" replied the witcher.

In just two quarters of an hour, the legionnaires above and below the city gate had withdrawn cleanly, and in addition to the iron crown banner held up by the three dragons, there were also golden lions on a black background on the towering walls.

Looking at the hunting Byrne battle flag, Carl Colin, who was finally extremely happy after many days of depression, raised his hands to the city wall and shouted angrily:

"Open the ——!"

With a "squeak" sound of chain friction and bearing rotation, the gate of the imperial capital slowly opened.

The Imperial Capital Avenue leading to the Heavenly Dome Palace is presented in front of the black-haired wizard at a glance.

Carl Colin, who was standing under the door, looked up at the familiar figure, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled.

In the next second, the witcher suddenly knelt down on one knee, and with a "bang!", the knee of the steel prosthetic fell to the ground, and he took a deep breath:

"The Byrne Legion ......"

"In the name of the Torino family......"

"Welcome to the ——! of Duke ——, Black into the city"

The Byrne legions behind the city gate lined up on both sides of the road very consciously, raised the battle flag spear in their hands, and knelt down on one knee like a wave, bowing their heads:

"Welcome to the Black Duke—————!!!!"

"Greetings to the Black Duke————————!!!!"

"Greetings to the Black Duke——————————!!!!"

...... The cheers that resounded through the imperial capital made Fitronay, who had just stepped on the steps of the Heavenly Dome Palace, couldn't help but look back and look in the direction of the city gate.

In the wave of cheers, the slightly stunned black-haired wizard chuckled, and with a solemn expression on his side, the Grand Duke of Ellemont, as well as the 20,000 Byrne Legion and the 8,000 Elem Legion behind him, stepped into the gate of the imperial capital.

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