Outside the Marshal's Palace.

Dixie looked at the corpses all over the ground and the thirty female guards, and a sense of desolation appeared in his heart. For someone who has never been on the battlefield, as a princess. The scene in front of him has exceeded his cognition.

Hayman City is the home base of the Southern Fleet.

Home to a quarter of the Empire's army, it was the most heavily defended. But as if he was unfortified, he was easily killed by the gods with the soldiers and horses of the kingdom of God.

Even a foolish person can understand what is going on if he thinks about it.

Do so many people really want their own lives? For this reason, he did not hesitate to let the soldiers and horses of the gods enter the city, and at the risk of the loss of the city of Haiman, he also wanted to kill himself.

Although the casualties in the city have not been counted in detail, there must be quite a few.

"Your Highness"

"The last general is too late, and I ask the princess for forgiveness"

A deep voice came from the front, followed by the sound of heavy, hurried footsteps. I saw an old man in battle armor running over, looking around with a sinister face.

When his eyes fell on Dixie, he retracted his evil anger and bowed respectfully. Countless thoughts intertwined in my mind, and in the end, I could only turn into a long sigh in my heart. Thinking of the current situation, being able to rush to the Marshal's Mansion is already the limit of what he can do, and as for finding out the facts for the princess, he can only help.

"Princess?"

"It seems that in Cyril. In the eyes of the old Admiral Brested, the status of the princess is more noble than that of the commander of the Southern Fleet"

"Does this palace still need to thank the old general for coming to the aid without fear of danger?"

Dixie confronts Cyril. Brested asked.

Looking around at the endless soldiers, he suddenly felt a chill deep in his bones. Will you be overwhelmed by these difficulties? If it is really crushed, then that is the real sorrow of the empire.

"Before I came, my uncle said that if the palace was not in the southern fleet, he could visit Cyril. Old General Brested. I can't imagine that you and I will meet in the current situation."

"Ashamed"

Cyril's head lowered when Dixie heard Christian mention it.

Dixie looked him up and down as if he saw a ray of light.

"Why are you ashamed?"

"With the trust of Marshal Christian, the Southern Fleet is a pivotal defense to the gods. If there is turmoil, the empire will inevitably fall into an even more dangerous situation."

Cyril explained.

After a slight pause, he continued.

"The last general is favored by the marshal, but compared with the safety of the empire, it can only be ......"

"I can only ......"

Cyril said it twice in a row, but he couldn't say anything about it. As Marshal Christian's former confidant, he faced his niece, Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Empire. Choosing to sit on the sidelines is undoubtedly severing the past kindness.

It is not an exaggeration to be accused of being ungrateful.

"In other words, the old general is not ready to meddle in this matter?"

"It's not that I don't want to, but I can't, the situation inside and outside the Southern Fleet is complicated, please let His Highness sit in the Marshal's Mansion with peace of mind. Other things, even if they are flood beasts. Even if the last general fights for his life, he will try his best to ensure that His Highness will not appear in the dangerous situation he is in today."

Dixie's face sank quickly, and what he thought was hope turned into endless despair. Is this the rebellion of the people? What peace of mind sits in the Marshal's Mansion, and he keeps calling His Highness. It's nothing more than wanting to make himself a puppet and let the generals below be unscrupulous.

It's just that the old general Cyril in front of him is the only strength he can count on. Once he doesn't even take care of himself, I'm afraid he won't be so lucky next time.

Be a puppet?

Think of it as if it never happened?

"Marshal"

"The last general's rescue is late, please forgive your sins"

At that moment, there was a loud shout, followed by more dense footsteps, and countless figures. The aura of slaughter intertwined with each other, as if the war had not yet ended, mixed with the breath of death.

More than a hundred generals, including Hans and Hector, came over surrounded by a team of god-level elites.

Before Dixie could speak, a bold voice sounded in his ears.

"The old general is still as good as ever, I didn't expect the reaction to be so fast"

"If it weren't for the generals who dragged the main forces of the gods at the east and west gates, even if they would have been willing to help, they would not have been able to reach here."

Cyril spoke to Hans, with a sharp edge that only they could hear.

The generals showed a wary look, and their eyes were focused on Dixie at the same time.

"The Gods Are Coming"

"Our army rushed to the battle, causing the enemy soldiers to rush to the marshal's palace, and asked the marshal to punish him"

Hector and more than 100 other generals pleaded guilty to Dixie.

Hundreds of god-level elites also bowed down at the same time, waiting for Dixie's ruling.

Invisible pressure came from all directions, watching the reaction of the generals and the soldiers who bowed down to plead guilty. Dixie had an absurd but real feeling that if he didn't speak well, they might take his own life in the next moment.

It is called a plea, which is essentially a threat to oneself.

Is this the counterattack of the generals? It came so fast, and it came so cruelly. If it weren't for the otherworldly side to rely on, if it weren't for Cyril's help, he would have become a corpse long ago.

"Your Highness"

"Your Highness"

Looking at Dixie in thought, Cyril couldn't help but whisper a few words.

Dixie took a deep breath and swept the thoughts out of her mind. Only by living can there be a change, and temporary submission is only a means. Thinking of this, the feeling of powerlessness spreads to all corners of the body, and I am full of confusion about the future.

I lost, I didn't expect to lose so cleanly.

They have no foundation and strength of their own, they are just playthings and puppets of others. Even if there is great pain now, I can only endure it stubbornly. Because only in this way can we buy time to accumulate strength.

"Reprimand?"

"I don't know what the generals asked the marshal to reprimand?"

"The gods are coming, our army is rushing to fight, if it weren't for the generals fighting to the death, wouldn't our Hayman City have already been lost at this time? The situation in the empire will be out of control"

"Muriel"

"In"

"Go to the Marshal's Mansion, and the Duke will ask for merit from his father for the generals. At the same time, it is specially stated that if it were not for the generals and god-level elites who fought hard to kill the enemy, Hayman City would have been lost. Please send an envoy from the imperial capital to reward the three armies and boost the morale of the army."

"Yes"

Muriel walked up behind Dixie and replied in a loud voice.

The god-level elites were ecstatic in their hearts, thinking that they would be punished, but they didn't expect it to become a great achievement. So he bowed again and shouted at Dixie.

"Your Highness"

"Your Highness"

The sound reverberated throughout Hayman City.

Hans and the other generals gradually frowned, but when they saw Cyril staring at him and the soldiers in a state of ecstasy, they smiled kindly.

Is this what the royal family is all about? It seems that Princess Dixie will be a difficult opponent.