Half a year ago, a coup d'état turned the entire Azure Palace and half of the National Plaza into ruins, and buried most of the civilian parliamentarians and a considerable number of elite bureaucrats under the rubble.

According to the productivity of the Middle Ages, it is estimated that it will not be able to be rebuilt in ten or twenty years.

However, we have to thank this technology, no, this era of occultism. First of all, there are indeed "bricklayers" who can carry houses around, and the power of magic can be used not only for destruction, but also for construction. For example, if you can use a random variation to pick up a fallen stone and put it back together, it may be much stronger than if you used to use rice milk.

All in all, it took less than three months for the Emergency Committee to rebuild the Azure Palace and, incidentally, redecorate. Even the ruined town square has been enlarged in a full circle, and even the statue of the goddess above the central fountain has been re-covered with gold leaf.

This is understandable, the Azure Palace is the symbol of the power of the Federation, and it is necessary to hold a conference in it to have a reasonable taste for the regime. In addition, the more the ruling class uses illegitimate power to come to power, the more it needs to prove its legitimacy in these ways, which is completely understandable.

Since it is the center of political power, it naturally needs to be protected by heavy troops. At this time, the entire square and the Azure Palace were already guarded by three thousand of the most elite gendarmerie troops. Of course, people from the outside can't get in, and people from the inside can't get out. It's said to be guarding, but it doesn't seem to be much of a problem if it is surrounded.

At least, that's what Turner Wiylambart thought when he entered the Azur Palace in a horse-drawn carriage through a few guards. Then, when he actually entered the palace and saw the blood dripping in the council chamber, he was sure that his ominous premonition had really come true.

He looked at the rest of his colleagues who had fallen in a pool of blood, including the rest of the Emergency Committee, including a number of important senators of the Gatelord faction, as well as many young officials carefully cultivated by the major families, all of whom were now corpses. The first thing Turner Wielambat, the "Federal Head of Justice", saw when he entered the chamber of the Azure Palace was when he saw Halda pull his sword out of the chest of his own brother, Daren Dandylane, the number two in the Emergency Committee.

This big man who has held the financial power of the federal government for decades, and one of the most important bigwigs in the official face, is still numb even when he is penetrated into his chest. He looked at his chest in disbelief and then at his brother blankly, blood gushing out of his mouth, the corners of his mouth twitching, but before the "why" pressed against his throat was asked, his eyes were permanently out of focus.

"Halda! You, are you crazy? Turner Dandy Lane asked exclaimed.

Admiral Halda Dandillane, the Federal Government's commissioner of military police and under-secretary of military orders, and the number two in the military for the Emergency Committee, glanced at Turner out of the corner of his eye. The latter swallowed all the questions back into his throat in an instant, only to feel that his cold hairs stood on end, as if he was being targeted by a natural enemy, and his legs were a little weak.

Bright but terrifying red rays swirled through his pupils, like a raging sea of blood. However, after a short split second, the red tide had nearly disappeared, and he seemed to be back to normal again.

"I see, that's how it feels......" He closed his eyes and muttered to himself, as if savoring something, and after a few seconds, he said, "Brother Turner, since it has come to this point, do you think which of us is not crazy?" ”

The other party's smile was actually very flat, but Turner felt even more creepy. He couldn't help but feel that this time it was not as simple as being targeted by natural enemies, but that the saliva of natural enemies had dripped onto his neck. He staggered back a step, but bumped into a cold armor, and realized that there were still a dozen elite gendarmes in the room, including Brigadier General Kamensk, who was escorting him.

Turner Wielambat shouted, "He's crazy, don't you see?" He's a cold-blooded beast! Arrest him, and I, in my capacity as the legal head of the Federation, order you to arrest him! ”

However, the gendarmerie elite stood by the door as if they had not seen it, and did not move.

"You, you...... You ......"

"Don't put on a pretense of this, I didn't put a curse on them. However, I have been in the army, especially in the gendarmerie for so long, and if I have no friends, you will look down on people too much. ”

Turner Wielambat pouted and said, "...... Halda, you, you're still young, you can't go to the point of no return to the demonic outer path! ”

"This is not an evil demonic external method, but an authentic bloodline inheritance technique! Although it belongs to the branch of blood magic, after the research and modification of our ancestor Dillon of the Dandy Lane family, it has been seriously incorporated into the arcane system. Of course, it's just that the vast majority of people don't learn it at all, and don't even know that it exists. ”

“…… However, it was a means to incorporate the magic of dying relatives into one's own body through the application of the power of the bloodline in blood magic at the most critical juncture! And there's a time limit, so why bother? ”

The implication is that if there is no time limit, then there is no "why bother". Well, that's probably what it means.

That's not what it means! Seeing the other party's smiling expression, Turner hurriedly said, "You still have time to turn back now, I can pretend that I haven't seen anything......"

"Brother Turner, why don't you understand. Now these days, everyone is crazy, so there is no need to distinguish between high and low in this area. Halda Dandilaine interrupted: "In heaven, my beautiful, delicate, and still flirtatious mother at this age is ready to go crazy for the last time before she dies. She doesn't love us, or rather, she hates us, because she hates my drunk, stubborn, arrogant old father. As her son, as her proudest son, how can she not show respect with her actions? We're done, Brother Turner, but this country isn't done. However, no matter which side is the real victor, this kingdom cannot tolerate us. Fortunately, the smart little Dent has already found a way back for the family, which can be regarded as an explanation to my ignorant but really poor old father, and the rest is to seek a way to survive for each other. ”

"You, what the hell are you talking nonsense? Lady Ovilia ...... her Also, what's the back road? ”

"Hey, Brother Turner, now you know why I didn't like to play with you and my brother since I was a child, right? You have been too unimaginative since you were a child, and you may even lack the necessary ability to think critically. I don't really hate your ......, though," Halda sighed and flicked her finger lightly, and the near-colorless beam hit the other party in an instant.

As a member of the Violet family (nominal), Turner Wilanbart naturally wears quite an excellent arcane defense prop, and it must be a self-disciplined active trigger type. However, this is meaningless in the face of the Great Cleavage. All the magic weapons on his body were destroyed, and the arcane aura flowing above him dimmed in an instant.

At this moment, he couldn't be surprised when the other party would be able to perform the Great Splitting Technique instantly. Because immediately after, Brigadier General Kamensk, who was behind him, stepped forward and unceremoniously smashed it with a hammer. After being deprived of all magical defense items, he was the most vulnerable one in the room.

Turner Wielambart collapsed, bleeding from his head and fainting on the spot, but thankfully, he wasn't dead.

"Thank me, you can't die, or won't the victor even have a worthy descendant? I just didn't want my brother to bear that scene, so I couldn't bear to send him on the road! Halda Dandy Lane opened her eyes and said seriously, as if I was still thinking about you.

"So, my lord, what shall we do now?" Brigadier General Kamensk said.

"Keep an eye on him, and then wait for someone to enter the city."

"No, I'm asking, what should we do?" Brigadier General Kamensk asked again.

“…… Well, well, you were willing to follow me at the beginning, in fact, it was also for the future of a whole family. But, obviously, I can't give it to you. Then, Robert, follow the original plan I have drawn up for you, keep all the important storage and equipment of Elichar from being attacked by mobs and rebels, and then hand them over to the next true owner of Elichar in their entirety. Rest assured, no matter which one you are, you are a person who is very easy to get along with and appreciates talents. You have not harmed ordinary citizens, and these more than 10,000 gendarmes have been trained by you and your disciples, and with the great merit of protecting the territory and the people and putting things right, you will be properly resettled. ”

"So, what about you?"

"I, hehe...... Oh, Robert, how do you understand the world of magicians? The responsibility of the family is lost to little Dent, and the country is now gone. Then, it's time to live like a real magician. Halda squinted her gorgeous Danfeng eyes, waved her hand, and prepared to leave the hall of the Azure Palace. However, at this time, he saw the corpse of his own brother again, and after the famous squinting eyes of the Dandy Lane family widened unnaturally, they became the eyes of a dead fish that seeped people.

"Don't look at me like that, brother. I may be worse than you in the future, but I can't even die quickly. ”

He sighed as he left. This time, instead of going through the door, he opened the window, and he disappeared with a jump.

Brigadier General Robert Kamensk, who witnessed the departure of the (former) lord, sighed heavily, with mixed emotions. He said that he had never known himself as a lord, but he also had to admit that the past few years of serving him were also the most enjoyable and comfortable years for him, at least much happier than being a court swordsmanship instructor for the Gaoting royal family before.

"Really, at this age, what does it mean to go back to find a job? So...... Who will be the next winner? What if I make a mistake again? He snorted, thinking that he really needed to be cautious when choosing a career.

As a result, this swordsman, who was quite famous in the High Court and even in the Black Soil Hilly Area, immediately commanded his disciples and subordinates to clean up the Azure Palace, take away His Excellency Turner, the "legitimate head", and collect the bodies of the dead bigwigs of the Emergency Committee. He had to prepare a comfortable environment for the "coronation" of the "victors" who came as soon as possible, while chattering all day.

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