The crowd suddenly came to a standstill on the stairs, anyone who dared to take the lead was torn to shreds, the loud noise and bullets like trumpets of magic bullets quickly tore through any object that came out of the corner, and the soldiers tried many ways to move forward, even stacking three or four heavy shields on top of each other, but they were still blown away by a circular mechanical object.

"Aunt Ai, how many automatic bombs are left?"

"There are not many more, only three boxes left!"

Behind the thick sandbag at the entrance of the emperor's bedroom is a platform built by the strong body of the mining mule, two heavy machine guns are erected on the upper and lower sides of the mining mule's body, and the marble wall behind the door is full of ammunition boxes, and the mechanical balls the size of tennis balls are automatic tracking grenades, which will automatically search for the enemy after being thrown, and then quickly approach and detonate at the most tricky angle.

In the space station, especially in the Jump War, it is a favorite type of intelligent grenade used by the Imperial Guard. It's really fitting for the current situation. Natilly and her maid guard were left behind, and the huge King's Quarters was filled with modern equipment out of place, a maid operating a radio behind a window blocked with defensive steel plates, trying to make contact with the narrator.

Hours earlier, they had received word that the narrator would be there for their support as soon as possible, but then they had lost all contact methods, and the maid was the only one who could operate the radio

"This is Princess Natiri, please answer when you hear it!"

The rustling of electric noise on the radio did not discourage the maid, she had been calling out three or four novels in a row, and her originally sweet voice had long been hoarse. None of the maids who remained in the palace had a solid background, either poor children bought by the princess in the green building, or homeless people who were picked up on the street.

And she, who lost her parents since childhood, took her younger brother to beg and steal in the slums to make a living, and even sold her first time for a bite of chaff bread that was hard to swallow. However, her only relative, her young brother, still fell ill due to the harsh environment. Her brother, who was seriously ill, just wanted to take a bite of white bread made from white flour, so she went out to steal again, but this time she was caught.

The violence and aggression inflicted by the men dragging her into the alley are beyond words, and she just watched the white bread on the ground soaked in sewage in the midst of the men's repeated violence, gradually infiltrated by the sewage and made it inedible again. The physical pain ended with the men's lewd laughter, and finally the bakery owner tied his belt and slammed his rolling pin on her arm.

And Her Royal Highness Natiri, at this time, like an angel sent from heaven, appeared in a place where she should not have appeared. In such a filthy slum, after the guards arrested the perpetrators, she did not care about herself covered in men's filth, and the luxurious satin felt very good on her body. Although her brother eventually died of a serious illness, she found her home.

And the destination that he has finally found is in danger, what is the burning sensation in his throat? Looking around, although the faces of the women left behind are not very good, which one of them did not escape death to obtain this resting place? Who is not a miserable person? So if there really are gods and immortals, please be sure to save these women who are suffering from their lives.

"This is the narrator, please answer when you receive it!"

As if the gods had really answered her prayers, a reassuring response came from inside the headphones. The maid quickly pressed the microphone on her throat and replied in a still hoarse voice.

"This is the Black Dragon Empire, Her Highness Natiri and we have retreated to the Emperor's bedroom to ask for support."

"How much longer can you hold on?"

"There are ten bases of ammunition left, which is expected to be 30 minutes at the current intensity!"

"That's enough! Let Natiri talk to me. ”

"Your Highness, Narrator-kun's communication!"

The room was full of gunfire, and the attackers in the corridor were not stupid, they now put the heavy shields of the royal guards left in the palace garden, two pieces on top of each other, although they still could not block the fire of the heavy machine guns, but under the cover of smoke from the wet grass, the accuracy of the machine guns was greatly reduced, and the most recent time they broke through to a distance of five meters and were shot in the head by the maids with rifles.

The corpses in the entire corridor covered the floor, the chest cavity that was burst, the heads that flew out, and the fragments of the limbs were like Satan's carpets, covering the entire floor, and the soldiers at the corner of the stairs were indeed afraid, and the blood of the soldiers for hundreds of meters flowed out of the corpses and wreckage, and left down the stairs, gradually gathering into a river of blood like a stream. Feeling the slimy feeling of blood under their feet, these soldiers who had fought for many years were really scared.

They tried their best, but they still couldn't break through the corridor, which was less than 50 meters. However, the order from above was to capture alive. There were still some lucky people in the corridor who had only broken their hands and feet, and they were screaming in excruciating pain, like hell, and no one dared to go up to rescue their comrades who had been bragging in the camp a few hours earlier.

He could only throw a large pile of smoke into the hallway, obscuring his vision, and then dragging back a few who were still alive, and the wounds were shocking. The front of the thigh is intact and there is a small hole, I really can't imagine how to cause a wound the size of a human head on the back, the leg bone is completely torn, and a little skin is left attached to the leg, the person has been in a coma due to blood loss, if he had been saved a few minutes earlier and then plugged the wound with grass ash, he would have survived with luck.

But now all you can do is watch him die in agony. One centurion drew his sword, took the soldier in his arms with one hand, and then read softly:

"Brother, Hall of Warriors, get ready drinks for us!"

Then the dagger plunged deep into his brain from his temple, and after ending the soldier's pain with his own hands, the centurion saw the timidity of his soldiers, they were elite, but the elite was also afraid, and the group of noble men who were cannon fodder had become corpses in this corridor a few hours ago. He didn't expect that only one room was left in the entire empire, and it still cost them so much.

"Get on the Rolling Stones!"

With the soldiers' call, a huge large marble that had been ground into an irregular circle fell from the roof into the second floor, and ten soldiers with heavy shields began to push the boulder with great difficulty, and walked out of the corner, followed by bullets like a storm, and one side of the rolling stone was immediately beaten into a hornet's nest. But apart from a few stray bullets that knocked three soldiers to the ground, the boulder continued to move steadily.

The heavy stone still held back the bullet, and the soldiers were stunned by the sheer force when the bullet-damaged side of the corpse rolled to the side of the soldier. But the soldiers, gritting their teeth and still pushing the stones, did not stop until a round thing rolled under their feet, and then projected a number of lasers according to the number of people, and the loud explosion was the last sound the soldier heard.

Then a second group of soldiers hurriedly took over, and the huge rolling stones were neither too small nor too small to cover the entire corridor. However, the group of soldiers did not get a meter away, and another ball rolled under their feet, and an explosion occurred. On average, ten soldiers could only walk a few meters away, and finally, the palace, which was made of pure marble, could not withstand such explosions and weight.

The boulder exploded and fell to the first floor along with the collapsed floor. The two sides finally ushered in a brief respite, and the collapse of the floor pulled one side of the main building to the ground together, so that the entire side of the floor was exposed to the setting sun.