The City of Thorns, the heart of the British Empire and the most prosperous imperial capital, has become a hunting ground, not a seem, but a fact.

Over the next few days, hundreds of people died, turning into dried corpses that seemed to have been dried for countless years.

The wave of panic that had gradually subsided because of Su Mo's departure spread again.

This time, it was countless times more serious than the last one.

Relying solely on the sheriffs of the Sheriff's Office was no longer able to maintain the stability of the imperial capital, the royal family had to mobilize troops to conduct non-stop patrols every night and during the day, barely reluctantly bringing the imperial capital back to peace.

But even so, every time night falls, not to mention the lower city, even the middle city and the east and west districts will become very cold.

Only the oil lamps on the street shone brightly, and there were not many people in the taverns, which were originally bustling places.

Everyone hid in their own homes for fear of becoming the next victims. Only teams of more than twenty people would be seen outdoors on such nights.

The situation in Uptown is slightly better.

After all, they are all nobles, and they have enough power to protect them when they travel, so they are slightly more lively than other urban areas.

However, this kind of excitement is also limited.

In less than five days, the imperial capital has changed from prosperity to decline at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

Henry XI was also having a hard time these days.

Many nobles had already hinted to him that they planned to go back to their fiefdoms to have a look, hoping to stay away from this place of right and wrong.

Although he forcibly kept them, Henry XI also knew that he would not be able to keep them if the situation continued like this.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the three dukes have been as steady as Mount Tai and have not said anything. If these people were also in chaos, Henry XI could not be described as anxious.

Sending away another nobleman who had come to express his "concern", Henry XI finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart and swept his things to the ground.

The attendant who was guarding next to him did not dare to move, for fear that the emperor's anger would pour out on him.

"All of them have to go! Bastard, I can't go! ”

Henry XI gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice, the entire British Empire, except for the fiefdoms, belonged to the royal family. But when it comes to it, only the imperial capital and the surrounding areas are the real territory of Henry XI.

He can't abandon the imperial capital like those nobles and hide elsewhere.

"Your Majesty, Grand Duke Lyle asks to see you."

At this moment, another waiter walked in outside the door and whispered.

Henry XI raised his head: "What is he doing here?" ”

There are only three dukes in the entire British Empire, and when it comes to real influence, they are actually not much different from the royal family.

Especially this Archduke of Lyle, who lived through the reign of Henry IX and X.

When Lyle became Duke and took charge, Henry XI was still playing in the mud in the gardens of the palace. Archduke Lyell was a "highly respected" figure in the British Empire.

However, Grand Duke Lyle has lived for so many years and knows too many things, and he knows that his identity is too sensitive, so he lives in the imperial capital and is very low-key. He never cared about the affairs of the Empire, except when necessary, and never met with Henry XI.

has been calmly in front of an old man who is old for life.

Some young people don't even know that there is such a "big man" in the imperial capital.

However, of course, Henry XI will not forget, hearing the news of the arrival of the Grand Duke of Lyle, his brows suddenly furrowed and said secretly: "Is this old fellow also starting to be afraid?" ”

"Go and invite him in." No matter what Henry XI guessed in his heart, when the Grand Duke of Lyle came, he would definitely want to meet.

"I'm here, Your Majesty."

Just as Henry XI spoke, a deep and powerful voice came from outside the door, not at all like the voice of an old man in his eighties.

Henry XI frowned, looking at the man who strode in, and felt a little trance for a while.

The last time he met Archduke Lyle was ten years ago, when Archduke Lyle had short white hair and a beard, and although his face had many wrinkles, his eyes were bright, and he was completely free from the cloudiness of other old people.

It doesn't look like an old man at all.

However, at that time, the Grand Duke of Lyle spoke in a light voice, and occasionally coughed twice, and he also sat on the chair, proving that this was indeed a dying old man.

But today's Grand Duke Lyle, who walks like a fly, looks even younger than he did ten years ago.

"Grand Duke Lyle."

Henry XI let out a breath and took the initiative to greet him from behind his desk, suppressing his anger at the direct intrusion of the Grand Duke of Lyle.

For an old duke who has always been very cooperative, this respect is still necessary.

"Your Majesty......"

Grand Duke Lyle wore a gorgeous duke's dress and a smile appeared on his face.

"You—" Henry XI laughed too, and then, the false smile turned into shock, then into a look of pain, and his face distorted.

Grand Duke Lyle laughed and pushed Henry XI to the ground, and with the other hand pulled out the dagger that pierced Henry XI's heart, and threw it at the attendant next to him.

The waiter had not yet recovered from the shocking fact that the Grand Duke of the Empire had stabbed the Imperial Kingdom to death, and the sharp dagger cut a huge hole in his neck.

Blood poured out of the wound, and the waiter tried in vain to stop it, but he could not escape death, and after a few moments he lay dead in a pool of blood.

Archduke Lyle took out a white handkerchief from his bosom with an expressionless face, wiped the blood stains on his hands, and threw it away, covering the dead face of Henry XI.

He was afraid that he would not understand until he died, why this duke, who had been deposited for a long, long, long time and almost forgotten by everyone, suddenly killed him.

And it's so fast and crisp.

Isn't it usually necessary to say two words before killing someone, so that the other party understands, so as not to be a fool? But Grand Duke Lyle was so direct, without half a word of nonsense, and completely accomplished the purpose of the trip as soon as they met.

After the death of Henry XI, the Grand Duke of Lyle did not say a word of nonsense, wiped the blood from his hands, and stood in the room waiting, without saying anything to the corpse.

After a few moments, a human figure wrapped in bandages walked into the room, most of his body covered in blood, and blood dripping from his fingers and dripping to the ground.

"Let's do it, lead people to Wobs Manor, that little ghost, with a few demons, will dare to fight me. But I'd be thankful for the last demons he sent, otherwise it would have been a few years of waiting. Grand Duke Lyle turned and said to the bandaged freak, taking out something resembling a family crest and pinning it to the bandaged freak.

Without saying a word, the strange man walked directly in front of Archduke Lyle, raised a hand, opened his palms and put his fingers together, and stabbed at Archduke Lyle's arm.

Judging from the whistling sound of breaking through the air, this was enough to leave a wound on the arm of the Grand Duke of Lyle.

Then, Archduke Lyle can go from a murderer to an innocent passer-by who is implicated, and direct the disaster directly to the Wobs family.

It's a very botched frame-up, but it's enough.

The current imperial capital was originally like a powder keg, and everyone's panic had almost reached its peak, and as long as a small spark would explode directly.

Even if the Wobs family has more than a dozen demons by their side, they will be destroyed in the vast sea of the people.

Following a strange angel who has dealt with demons for so many years, Grand Duke Lyle knows this creature all too well, although it has been rumored that human weapons are ineffective against demons. But Archduke Lyle knew that it was really a rumor.

It's just that the resilience of the demons is very exaggerated, and it is not an injury caused by some special forces, they can recover almost instantly.

Although it may seem like an attack is ineffective, it is actually a big difference, and it is not the same as a quick recovery from damage. The latter means attrition, even if it's a small attrition, and when stacked up to a certain extent, it's enough to bring down a demon.

Not to mention, Archduke Lyle still has a large number of "back-ups", even if the Wobbs family can break free from the sea of angry armies and crazy civilians in the imperial capital.

They will also find themselves confronted with another, bigger, more terrifying maelstrom that can swallow them completely.

"Perfect!"

Grand Duke Lyle said secretly in his heart.

Immediately afterward, he saw the bandage man in front of him shake, and half of his body suddenly exploded, like fireworks.

And the position that was originally aimed at the arm of the Grand Duke of Lyle, because of the shaking of the body, the palm of the hand turned into a sharp blade, and involuntarily changed the direction - not a large change, only a small distance.

But it's such a short distance, it's enough to be fatal.

Although half of his body was almost bursting, his arms and shoulders were still connected, and coupled with the vigorous vitality of this bandage monster, the speed and strength of the hand knife were not affected.

As soon as the direction was deflected, Grand Duke Lyle still had a "perfect" smile on his face, and he felt that his eyes were full of blood, and his face was spilled with blood.

Of course, this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that the hand knife in the direction of the deflection pierced directly into the chest of the Grand Duke of Lyle, piercing his beating heart.

"So suddenly!"

This was the last thought of the Grand Duke of Lyle, and after this thought flashed, as the bandage freak instinctively drew his arm, the Grand Duke of Lyle leaned forward and fell on the bandage freak's body.

His death was as sudden as the death of Henry XI, and the person concerned could not react at all.

The bandage freak stood in place, a little sluggish, and a large amount of flesh sprouted from the wound and began to mend his body.