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The sun finally appeared on the horizon, and the sun was shining over the walls, but the warmth never came again.

The blood condensed in the morning breeze, mingling with the shadows of the walls into a dark and indifferent color. Hundreds of corpses lay in pools of blood, and that scene was the Shura Hell.

"Kill."

The few remaining generals of the rebel army were hoarse, pushing the feared soldiers forward one by one, and piercing the chests of those who retreated without hesitation.

The ragged defense line was temporarily solidified, and seeing the man in the encirclement bow his head and gasp, the soldiers ignited their last fighting spirit.

The people in front make a mechanical chopping motion with a scimitar, and the people in the back swarm forward. They huddle together in a heap so that they can gain enough courage.

Zhao Xin lowered his head, covered in blood, and the bright silver cold spear was covered with fragments of minced flesh and iron armor.

With one enemy against a hundred, it is not the first time for Zhao Xin. But like this, he went on a killing spree against his former comrades, and he was as ruthless as he felt a deep sadness.

"Glory and destruction are with you."

"Their lives have been taken away from them in accordance with the law."

Zhao Xin muttered twice, and his wavering belief became firm again.

Dozens of long knives slashed at the same time, and even the excellent defense of the heroes of the platinum section was a little unbearable, and their health was constantly depleted.

[Crescent Moon Sweep]!

Zhao Xin held the gun in both hands and drew a circle on the spot, and his fierce strength was invincible. Dozens of long knives shattered in an instant, and the soldiers in the circle were stopped and killed, and the shock wave forcibly opened a gap in the encirclement.

The golden magic energy on the gun suddenly appeared, and at this moment, Zhao Xin gave up all his compassion, and every shot he stabbed was just for killing.

It was only at this moment that the surviving soldiers realized how naïve and stupid they were, and that their former god of war had become the god of death.

In the face of death, there is only one result.

Death, endless death. They took one last look at the daylight on the city walls, wanting to feel the last shred of warmth.

A few minutes later, the remaining small group of soldiers dropped their weapons and fled desperately in the direction of the city defense camp.

Everyone ran with all their strength, and those behind chased after the front, trying to buy the last inch of time for themselves with the death of others.

Zhao Xin stood upright in a pool of blood, holding a spear in his left hand, and condensing a powerful ball of demonic energy in his right fist.

Rumble.

The magic energy exploded, and the powerful impact force shot out the bright silver cold spear in a rage, turning it into a golden giant crossbow.

Shout.

The light surpassed the wind, surpassed the footsteps of the soldiers, and blasted a large hole in the urn city under the chase of a pair of frightened eyes.

The soldier's expression became joyful as if he saw the hope of survival.

But their running bodies fell forward uncontrollably. His lowered gaze finally realized that a hole had broken through his chest at some point, and he could hear the howling of the cold wind.

Their hearts were frozen in an instant by the cold of death, if they still had hearts.

Zhao Xin took heavy steps, kicked away a mutilated corpse, and found his blade in the ruins of the city wall.

With the spear in hand, Zhao Xin regained a little strength and began to accumulate magic energy frantically.

The soldiers on the city wall huddled together in panic, telling each other with their eyes: he is coming, death is coming.

The spear emitted a golden light, and Zhao Xin was wrapped in golden light, slamming into the city gate like a round of sun.

The heavy city gate broke open, and Zhao Xin did not stop, but detonated all the energy accumulated in the body of the gun.

Bang.

In the billowing smoke and dust, the whole city shook.

"He, he's not going to open the door, he's sealing the city!" The black-clothed squadron leader heard the sound of the Broken Dragon Stone falling hidden in the city gate, and shouted in disbelief.

A hundred years ago, after the last danger of breaking the city, the royal city set up the last line of defense in the most important east and west gates when rebuilding the city defense. Once the Broken Dragon Stone, which weighs more than 10,000 catties, falls, the royal city will completely become a cage. No one will be able to come in, and no one will be able to go out again.

The rebel army was tasked with holding the city gates, but was broken by Zhao Xin with one man and one shot. But why did he seal the gates instead?

No one knew the answer, and Zhao Xin had already walked out of the smoke and dust, carrying the shiny spear, and ascended to the top of the city step by step.

……

Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows and filled the chamber, but there was only a deep chill in people's hearts.

President Led Made. Falk is crazy, he actually colludes with the Noxian Empire. Once the eastern gates are opened, the Noxian army, which has coveted the royal city for hundreds of years, will drive straight in.

The royal city is in danger, and Demacia is in danger!

Outside, the Praetorian Guards had broken through the Dragoons' defenses and taken over the defenses of the council halls, but no one cared.

Time ticks by, and no one knows exactly what awaits them.

In the deathly silence, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.

A man slowly walked into the hall, covered in thick blood, which made the nobles want to gag. But when he saw his face clearly, no one dared to show the slightest disrespect.

Because, that bloody body is not a person, but the god of war of Debang.

Jiawen III looked back and stretched out his arms without hesitation: "General, it's hard work." ”

"By order of my king." Zhao Xin beat his chest with his hand and saluted deeply, "I am fortunate not to be dishonored." ”

Jiawen III nodded and asked loudly, "General, how are the results?" ”

"The 1,300 rebels of the city defense battalion have been ambushed, and the east gate has been completely blocked. Zhao Xin's tone was calm, as if he was just talking about something unimportant.

King Gavin III looked at the president: "What else do you have to say?" ”

Made. Fake's eyes were still full of unwillingness, but Zhao Xin's appearance finally made him desperate.

Every Debang person knows that Zhao Xin pledged his life to the royal family. But there was something more important to him than life - glory. Your Majesty can let him die, but he can't let him tell a lie.

"Lord Fiona, what are we going to do......" Made. Falk panicked and retreated in front of the woman.

"Prepare for death." An indifferent voice, a cold long sword pierced the chest of His Excellency the President.

Fiona rushed towards the remaining dragoon soldiers, and suddenly disappeared the moment the other party raised his hand to resist.

An illusory figure rushed left and right around the dragoon soldiers, and the awe-inspiring sword qi surged everywhere they passed, and the brilliant magic energy was dazzling. The whole process is as beautiful as a dance.

Hundreds of elite dragoons, none of them were spared.

Fiona reappeared, standing there quietly, slowly and methodically wiping the sword.

Jiawen III applauded lightly: "Beautiful, worthy of unparalleled swordsmanship, worthy of a sharp blade waltz." Sharp and gorgeous. ”

Duke Bouvier stood up and applauded: "Your Excellency Fiona has done a great job in escorting you, and you will live up to the glory of the Laurent family." ”

More and more nobles applauded and slowly cheered and shouted. It was as if the previous saber-rattling and bloody battles were just a show, and now they were cheering for that performance.

Lin Feng muttered, "What's the matter, isn't Fiona an accomplice of the traitors?" ”

Duke Marcas glanced at him: "There is only one traitor led by the president, Fiona just followed the order, and there is nothing wrong with it." ”

Lin Feng was a little dizzy: "Oh, by the way, that Bouville should be the mastermind behind the scenes." ”

Marcas glared: "Your Excellency Bouvier is just expressing his usual political position, what does it have to do with the rebellion. ”

Lin Feng was very depressed: "This, isn't this a strong word?" ”

Marcus sighed: "Politics is only about strength, who will reason with you." ”

Lin Feng understood a little, but he didn't understand much.

The matter was over, and the nobles left the federal chamber in an orderly manner.

The group that left behind saw thousands of dragoons being regrouped and then marching out of the city under the supervision of the Praetorian Guard.

Word has spread that His Majesty has pardoned the Dragoons, and that they will be on a mission to the Frost Tundra with the Dreadnought Vanguard Legion. No one knew exactly what that mission was, but everyone knew that it would be the last time they would see the dragoons.

The Duke of Bouvier stayed for the end, leading a group of parliamentary nobles to clean up the chamber, and working very hard with a broom.

A staff member stepped forward and said, "My lord, leave this rough work to us, you can go back first." ”

Bouvier wiped his sweat and smiled: "If you do something wrong, you will always be punished, and if you have to cheat when you are punished, I am afraid that you will soon make a mistake." ”

Bouvier said, sweeping away the blood from the side of the president, making him look less miserable.

The staff said coldly: "This fool almost broke a big thing, and he should be broken into ten thousand pieces." ”

Bouvier shook his head: "Find a place to bury it." Although he is not an obedient pawn, he has overplayed the role of a pawn. ”

The staff was stunned: "Does the adult still have to fulfill the agreement to protect his illegitimate son?" ”

"Of course, keeping promises is a noble character." Bouvier nodded and smiled, "Send that kid to the Colosseum of Noxus." ”

"Your Excellency is talking about the arena of the meat grinding competition?"

Bouvier raised his blood-stained broom to clean up the sacred Federal Eagle Shield badge hanging on the rostrum, and said quietly: "Didn't I say that you should always be punished for doing something wrong." ”

……

In mid-October, calm returned to the entire royal city.

This storm, which countless people thought would shake the foundation of the entire country, was like a shower of rain in summer, and a few muffled thunders quietly dispersed.

The people heard some rumors and praised Jiawen III for his wisdom and martial arts.

But those who really know the situation know that His Majesty has actually made enough compromises, but even so, the confrontation between the parliament and the imperial power has been completely publicized with this incident.

Parliament's grip on the Union Army is entrenched, and a Made. Fack, the second presidential collar will be there soon.

Next time, who will stand up and defend the glory of Demacia.