Chancellor Earnest, like the vast majority of the country's aristocracy, had unparalleled contempt and discrimination for the commoners.

Therefore, even though he knew that what he did would inevitably lead to a rebellion, he did not take the revolutionary army to heart from the beginning to the end.

Knowledge does not help him get rid of deep-seated prejudices.

Until now.

He also believed that the revolutionary army and the night attack would inevitably disappear under the supreme emperor of the empire.

Time is approaching.

Everyone on the walls of the imperial capital could already see the approaching army.

The queue is neat and magnificent.

The army that has experienced wars in the border and has been trained by queens like Estes is not at all comparable to the greedy and corrupt garrisons of the imperial capital, so everyone who looks directly at this army can feel the horror.

And just as the army was about to approach the imperial capital, it suddenly stopped.

The reason was that the woman who was walking in the front raised a palm.

Estes was dressed in a white military uniform, and her fiery figure was completely highlighted by the full-length costume, with a straight back and deep eyes, and anyone who looked directly at her would have the feeling of being targeted by a predator.

She stared at the imperial capital in front of her, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"This is really a good place, can this thousand-year-old city survive today?"

That's right, she was waiting.

The revolutionary army waiting behind was also waiting for the night attack on the people who might have already come to the vicinity.

If the night raid and the revolutionary army want to win, they must destroy her and her army, so they must return.

At this moment.

Artoria stood on the hillside not far away, gazing at the army from afar, and at Estes.

"What a great general." She whispered, "The spirit of this team has been fused with the generals, and she must have great prestige in it, even in my former kingdom, there has never been such a general, such an army. ”

This is not Artoria's presumption.

If she were to bring her former troops to fight the one in front of her, she would definitely not have much chance of winning.

Even her army was equally fanatical in worship and afraid of her.

Joan of Arc, who was also on the battlefield during his lifetime, was even more speechless.

If Artoria's army may still have the strength to fight, then the army she once led is not comparable at all.

"I'm getting her to join the Knights of the Round Table more and more." Artoria said again, her eyes carrying a certain longing, "Whether or not her character is really as bad as Najeta said, this ability to train soldiers alone gives her this value and qualification. ”

"That's right, they're all yours, you can take them all home." Joan of Arc was speechless, "So we go over now?" ”

"No, wait." Artoria shook her head.

The gaze looked farther away, where several armies were also approaching.

Just in contrast.

Those armies were a little unbearable, the ranks were disorganized, they did not obey the command, the people's hearts were fluctuating, and the only thing worthy of praise was the kind of fighting spirit that was wrapped in hatred and hope.

The Revolutionary Army also stopped just a few hundred meters away from Estes' army.

In one of the armies, it was the same General Bartlet, who had been masquerading by Chelsea.

This reckless high-ranking member of the revolutionary army, looking at the neatly lined up army in front of him at this time, no matter how much he controlled himself, it was difficult to completely maintain his composure.

"Chelsea, the people of Anning Dao have also arrived, when will the people of the night raid make a move?" He asked.

According to the plan, the night raiders took out the enemy envoys, and they took out the enemy army.

When both sides win, the real victory is the victory.

As former generals of the Empire, no one knows the horrors of Estes better than them.

Instead of speaking, Chelsea craned her feet and looked around.

Suddenly, he pointed to a certain place.

"They're coming."

Because of the abundant and overactive magic in the air, the people of this world, as long as they exercise a little, everyone can have a good physical fitness, therefore, almost all the soldiers can see the two people who are walking towards Estes a few hundred meters away.

There was some commotion in the ranks of the revolutionary army.

"Those two ...... Is that the help of the night raid you are talking about? Bartlet's eyes widened, nervous enough that her voice was a little sharp, "What are they doing?" Surrender? ”

Two people, walking towards a whole army, step by step.

Hardly anyone would think they were going to fight.

The first reaction is to surrender.

"Of course not." Chelsea didn't know how to explain, because she hadn't seen Artoria and the two of them make a move, so she just pretended to be calm and said, "Don't worry, we just need to watch." ”

And on the other side.

Estes was also looking at the two men who were walking towards him.

Are they all women?

She looked curious.

Nothing could be seen on the breath.

Artoria stopped just a few dozen meters away from her, and Joan of Arc took a slight step back, and just as everyone was thinking about what they were going to do, Artoria spoke.

"I am the Knight King! Artoria Pendragon! ”

At this opening, the sound was like a storm suddenly rolling up on the sea, surging in all directions in a tsunami-like manner.

Even Estes's army began to stir up in this one, and the source of the commotion was the frightened mounts.

And among the revolutionary army, there were even some people who almost fell off their horses.

What is it?

Some kind of imperial tool that can amplify the sound?

No one could have imagined that the voice of a person speaking would fill the entire heaven and earth in an instant, spreading and reverberating along the rolling waves of qi.

Estes finally showed an interested expression.

The long whip in his hand flung forward with a snapping sound.

"The Knight King? I've never heard of it, isn't Mo self-appointed? Her tone was playful, and she looked at Artoria with a blank look.

With a pretty face and snow-like skin, she looks like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, but her eyes and temperament are indeed like a king who has been in a hundred battles.

Interesting.

Estes was already able to predict that today's battle might not disappoint her.

"The glory of kings, why should others decide." Artoria didn't let her voice spread like it had just now, but it still clearly floated through the majority of the army, "I am king, no matter where I am, I am still king." ”

"So, this young girl who calls herself king." Estes deliberately accentuated his voice on the two words of self-proclaim, "What are you standing in front of me?" ”