Chapter 447: The Shadow of the Betrayer (Page 1/1)

"Effenberg!"

Seeing the chaotic picture below, the emperor who was sitting in place did not move at all, just frowned, and then spit out four words.

Although the volume is not large, it is like a golden iron horse, sonorous and powerful, full of majesty.

In stark contrast to him was Dieter on one side, his pale face was full of astonishment, and his whole body was trembling, and if there was a table here, he would definitely be the first to get into it.

It's really more people than people have to die, and goods have to be thrown away.

The Imperial Marshal Effenberg, who was sitting on the side, was already full of anger, and when he heard the Emperor call out his name, he immediately bounced up from his seat and roared like a thunderous roar at the knights and infantry guarding behind him:

"What are you doing? Thomason, Philip, take all the knights, take out those crazy mages, the company of honor, go restore order, anyone who is disobedient, just knock out! ”

Thomas and Philip are the Grand Master of the "Griffon Knights" and the "Cheetah Knights", and they are both famous knights of the Empire.

"Yes! For Sigma! For the Empire! ”

The two regiment commanders did not drag the mud and water, and immediately got up and led the people away.

Someone dares to make trouble today, it is really self-defeating!

Effenberg snorted coldly and swept his gaze to the crazy people who were wantonly killing in the stands, his eyes full of cold killing intent.

Although he was tempted to crush these crumbs with his own hands, his first priority was to protect the safety of His Majesty the Emperor.

Thomasson and Philip are both legendary knights of the Holy Coffin, and although they are wearing civilian clothes today, they should be able to deal with those mages below who have not even reached the high level.

Just when the Imperial Marshal's tense nerves relaxed a little, there was also an attack in the VIP area not far below, and it was not a non-division, but a viscount from the "Nord Domain", Effenberg still recognized him, and he didn't know why he also went crazy.

Everyone's eyes were immediately attracted to it, and at this moment, a woman's scream suddenly rang out.

"Your Majesty the Emperor! Be careful! ”

A burst of almost invisible gas appeared between the eighth and ninth rows of the stands at some point, and spread outward at a very fast speed, looking in the direction of the emperor, but everyone's attention, including William himself, was taken away at this time, and no one noticed the anomaly.

Except for two women who have ghosts in their hearts and have been prepared for a long time.

Especially Brienne, since the accident in the ring, her eyes have not left Kaiser Wilhelm, but in order to avoid suspicion, she has secretly aimed at it with her spare eyes.

Even so, as soon as the gas appeared, she noticed a problem.

The reason is simple, she herself had just experienced the same thing not so long ago.

"Illusion of Nothingness", the shadow mage's housekeeping skill.

It's just that the magic in front of him is obviously more subtle and difficult to detect than the one used by Stryksen in the hotel, and the fog spreads much faster.

It seems that the assassin is a shadow mage of a high rank or above!

Brienne was just about to alert the vampire in front of her as planned, but she didn't expect the latter to react faster than her, and she had called out in advance.

At the moment when Madame Gabriela exclaimed, a gray shadow appeared in front of the emperor out of thin air and stabbed the deadly weapon in his hand.

At the last moment, thanks to the reminder of the countess, and the instinct cultivated on the battlefield, the emperor made the most correct judgment and twisted his body with all his might.

"Ah......h

With a low, short muffled cry, blood quickly stained the ornate coat studded with gold, and the dagger that went straight to the heart did not hit the target accurately, but was inserted in his chest.

The Assassin tried to pull out his weapon and continue the attack, but the Emperor grabbed his arm with the last of his strength and was unable to move.

Although he was seriously wounded, William was not helpless, he was already a high-ranking Golden Crowned Knight a few years ago, and he was definitely stronger than the shadow mage who was a guest assassin in pure physical strength.

In just such a delay, "Pale Tiger" Effenberg had already rushed forward in stride, and a heavy punch was thrown into the assassin's face, and the pain was so severe that the latter had to let go of his hand and take several steps backwards.

Although the siege had been lifted, the situation of the emperor on the other side was even more serious, he had already spread weakly on his chair and fell into a semi-comatose state.

"Pasont? You vile scum, I'm going to tear you to shreds! ”

Effenberg recognized the assassin in front of him, the vice president of the Grey Academy, the eight-ring shadow mage, who was sitting in the eighth row just now, less than five meters away in a straight line.

It was precisely because the two sides were so close that he was able to take advantage of the distraction of the others, quietly cast a spell, and easily came to the emperor to assassinate him.

If someone hadn't reminded him, it would have been possible for him to succeed just now!

No one would have thought that a high-ranking member of the Imperial Academy of Magic would do such a murderous act on the world-renowned "Night of a Thousand Laws"!

Thinking of this, in addition to being afraid, Effenberg was more angry, ready to step forward and smash the other party into a pulp.

At this time, most of the shadow mage's face was rapidly red and swollen, but there was neither fear nor remorse on it, only distorted facial features and endless madness.

Blood was spurting from the corners of his mouth, but it was as black as ink.

"Thank you, Lord Almighty of Change! Hahaha! You've all been tricked! Emperor! Aristocrat! Civilian! No one can escape Tzeentch's grasp! The shattered wheel of fate will run over each of you! I alone will go to the sacred land of change and become a true immortal! ”

"Tzeentch lives forever! Chaos is indestructible! ”

With a series of hysterical laughter, before Effenberg could rush in front of him, the gray academy mole had already fallen on his head and died of exhaustion.

He took a special medicine before the action, activated all his potential in a short period of time, and increased his strength to the peak of the high rank, but at the cost of his own life.

Effenberg gasped, it turned out that this time it was a conspiracy of the Chaos Cultists, and before he could make a new move, another bad news came.

"Your Excellency! His Majesty the Emperor has been poisoned! ”

It was the archbishop of the "Sigma Sect" who spoke out, and after he found out that the emperor was injured, he stepped forward as soon as possible, ready to use divine magic to treat, but soon he found out that the other party's dagger was coated with poison, and it was a kind of poison that even he, a high-ranking priest, could not eradicate, and all he could do now was to ensure that the injury would not worsen in a short period of time, and the emperor must be sent to Sigma Cathedral as soon as possible.

Every second counts, and the longer it drags on, the harder it will be to remove the toxins completely.

Effenberg, who understood the seriousness of the matter, immediately took the decisive decision, carried His Majesty the Emperor on his back, and was escorted by twenty of the most elite knights of the Inner Ring of the Rick Praetorian Guard, and the knights of the "Knights of the Burning Heart" brought by the archbishop, and evacuated this place and rushed to Sigmar Cathedral.

Before leaving, in a fit of rage, he ordered in the name of the Imperial Marshal that anyone who caused chaos, regardless of their status, whether it was a nobleman or a mage, should be killed!

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