It was too late, and in a burst of exclamations, General Jetton's dagger reached the chest of Reinhardt the Great. Perhaps because General Jetton was either excited or nervously shaking his hands, the dagger with thin cicada wings and hairless hair let out a soft groan, as if he was about to drink the blood of a king and destroy a fledgling dynasty.

Even General Jetton had a relieved and relaxed look on his face, as if he saw the dagger pierce into the heart of Reinhardt the Great, and the Emperor fell with it. It was as if he had accomplished one of the most important things in his life, unburdening him with a burden he had been carrying for a long time.

However, a hurried voice from Reinhardt the Great: "The wind!" unbelievably reversed this deadlock.

There was no chanting, no incantation, as if the wind had been generated out of thin air by the king's orders, like a shackle, to block General Jeton's forward movements, and then vanished. It's like the love between men and women, it comes and goes quickly, and it's inexplicable.

And General Jetton's figure was only blocked for a second...... No, not even half a second, but it is the difference between life and death.

Reinhardt the Great only had time to make a movement in this half second, he raised his right arm slightly, stretched out two fingers, like flowers, and clamped the extremely sharp dagger tightly.

"You!", General Jetton blushed, grabbed his right arm with his left hand, and stepped forward with his right foot in a lunge, with which he thrust forward with all his strength. Although he is old, he can still eat three bowls of rice, a large bowl of barbecue and half a catty of soju at each meal. You can still dance with your sword and spear and slash your enemies in front of the battle. Even those strong guys in the army are not his opponents.

He mustered up his strength, and with the dagger in his hand, he could even pierce a deep pit of the heavy tower shield.

But now, no matter how hard General Jetton tried, the dagger was sandwiched between the two thin, slender fingers of Reinhardt the Great, but it was a tattoo!

It's hard to imagine that the emperor's body, which even looked a little thin, had such great power!

General Jetton turned the dagger vigorously, hoping to break free from the two fingers of Emperor Reinhardt's iron pincers. It was not useless, the edge of the sharp dagger finally cut the finger of Reinhardt the Great, and dark red blood slowly flowed down the dagger.

Not the bright red or pink blood of ordinary humans. Rather, it was heavy, viscous, purple blood as red as lead and mercury.

It's just that...... It's just not like human blood.

"You!", General Jetton looked at Reinhardt the Great with a shocked expression, also shocked by the sight.

However, just as he was stunned, Reinhardt the Great's free left hand took the opportunity to grab General Jetton's collar, fell forward, and slammed General Jetton to the high platform with only one hand.

The force was so great that even the high platform made of jade made a "bump" sound, as if it had been smashed.

General Jetton was thrown to the ground, and let out a groan of pain, as if the bones in his body were about to fall apart. But then Reinhardt the Great stomped on his stomach with one more foot and ran over him twice, causing the tough guy to let out another moan.

"Say, who instructed you?", said Reinhardt the Great viciously.

"Nobody...... Instigate...... I. "I...... I've wanted to do this for a long time. ”

"Why?", Reinhardt the Great frowned, "I think I treat you well." ”

"Could it be...... Have you forgotten...... ...... of Shining City Is it a tragedy?", General Jetton continued weakly.

"It is said that Ci is not in charge of the army, how can you old guy go back more and more, and dare to start sympathizing with the enemy. ”

"That'...... That kind of poison...... It really shouldn't be...... Appears in the human world. ," General Jetton's voice grew lower.

"Not to mention ......"

"Not to mention ......"

"What's more?", Reinhardt the Great loosened his foot.

General Jeton raised his head slightly, looking at Reinhardt the Great's wounded right hand. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the emperor put his right hand into his sleeve, and he couldn't see it clearly.

"If you don't know what you don't know, you black ......," he suddenly shouted, but he was just halfway through his shouting when he was kicked and broken by the alert Reinhardt the Great, and the second half of the sentence could no longer be spoken.

General Jetton, who had broken his Adam's apple, was like a bellows leaking from the wind, and his chest rose and fell a few times before he was silent.

"Die so simply, cheap old fellow. Reinhardt the Great kicked the corpse twice in disgust. Then he raised his head and slowly looked around at the important ministers in front of him and the nobles in the audience.

The people who were shocked by the assassination just now were stunned one by one, and it was not until they were swept by the gaze of Reinhardt the Great that they seemed to come back to their senses. Just looking at the tragic death of General Jetton on the stage, they are all talkative and high-minded on weekdays, but at this moment, they seem to have their mouths sewn up, and they can't say half a word.

The whole hall was silent, and the needle drop could be heard.

Reinhardt the Great, however, raised his scepter again as if he were fine, and shouted, "Long live the falcon!"

"Long live the falcon!", seeing that no one responded, Reinhardt the Great accentuated his tone and repeated it again.

Finally, someone reacted and hurriedly shouted, "Long live the falcon!", and the rest of the people woke up one by one like a dream and shouted after it.

At first, because of the inconsistent timing of the shouting, the four words "Long live the Falcon!" were connected together, and it seemed quite noisy. But it didn't take long for people's voices to start to be consistent, as if they had been rehearsed for a long time. The people knelt down again in front of Reinhardt the Great, who was standing in the center of the platform, holding his scepter alof.

While chanting "Long live the falcon!", he bowed three times and bowed nine times. As for the body that was also on the high platform, at the feet of Reinhardt the Great.

No one looked there again.

Gradually, the shouts of the words "Long live the falcon!" gradually became "Long live Your Majesty!", and the people shouted louder and more consistently, as if these four words came from their hearts, as if they were engraved into their souls.

"Long live Your Majesty!"

"Long live Your Majesty!"

"Long live Your Majesty!"

......

The tidal wave of "Long live" has been echoing in this hall for a long time.

Always...... Always......

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