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Charles woke up from a nightmare.

Dreams that were too real made him sweat, and his eyes were red from the extreme lack of sleep, and he looked like a demon.

Ever since Su Junyan knocked on the city, his already poor sleep had reached the point of being completely bad.

I often close my eyes and can't barely fall asleep until dawn, and then I have to wake up after a short sleep because of nightmares.

Originally, he finally fell asleep early today due to excessive fatigue, but immediately began to be tormented by a series of nightmares and couldn't sleep.

First, the nightmare of the city was broken, and he dreamed that Su Junyan was carrying a knife to kill him.

Then it was Winnington who wanted to kill him, and after a while, he dreamed that the soldiers outside his house were going to kill him in advance, and he presented his head to Su Junyan as a certificate of nomination.

All kinds of piles and piles are extremely bizarre.

He finally managed to survive until almost dawn, and as soon as he closed his eyes, Olivia reappeared in his dream.

One moment Olivia asks him why he wants to completely destroy the glory of the Lancaster family, and the other time Olivia stands in the flames, begging him for help.

He woke up in a nightmare, stunned.

Then he thought that his sister was now holding opposite him, and was being surrounded by a large pack of hungry wolves, ready to be torn to shreds.

He thought about his current situation.

The Lancaster family, who once held the whole world, has now fallen into such a fate.

Sadness came from it, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

At that moment, laughter suddenly rang out in the room.

"Who—who's laughing?" said Charles, frightened, and looked around, thinking that the dream had come true and that someone was really going to kill him.

"The dignified Emperor of the Empire, but being confined in a humble room and weeping, it is no wonder that the name of the supreme house of Lancaster has also fallen to the ground. The voice spoke, with a hoarse and indistinct tone, making it impossible to distinguish between men, women, and children, or where the man was speaking.

"Who? who is talking?!!! guards!! guards!!" Charles grew more and more frightened and angry, the damned guards, who were so strict with him in normal times, but now they didn't seem to hear him, no matter how much he shouted.

If he really died in vain, they couldn't get out of it.

"Don't shout, my majesty, if I don't agree, then you shout hoarse, and no one will hear. The voice continued.

Charles gasped violently in the pre-dawn darkness, not knowing what the hell this man hiding in the darkness was going to do.

"I'm here to save you. The voice said after a moment.

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At dawn, Charles stood at the window looking at the astrological library opposite.

The Mai Bachelors, who hadn't slept all night, looked tired and haggard.

However, they still supported their bodies and eyelids firmly, not letting go of any movement around them.

However, just ten minutes later, a man dressed in the uniform of a high-ranking officer of the military department came to the astrology library with a group of soldiers, and said something to the sackcloth.

Soon, a stalwart of what was probably a member of the Mai Bachelor's Regiment came out and started a conversation with the senior officer of the military department.

After a few minutes, the man hesitated, then nodded, turned and walked into the astrological library.

After a long wait, the stalwart of Mai's group stepped out again.

He made a gesture that Charles didn't understand very well, and then the Mai scholars who had been outside the astrology library all night together with some reluctance and grief, and then began to walk outside.

They all bit their lips, as if they would never come back.

Indeed, I guess I can't come back.

Charles looked at the backs of these people, and subconsciously looked at the empty and oppressive streets around him.

He knew that the final battle was about to begin.

It's just that there is not only one battle.

Thinking about something secret and dangerous, he slowly closed his eyes and began to wait.

Meanwhile.

In the artillery barracks of the Central Wangcheng, two artillery elites who had survived the first two battles were tired but walked out of the barracks with high morale.

Although they know that they are really going to lose today, they are not afraid of death, so many of their comrades have already died without hesitation, how can they fall behind?

As they passed by the residence of the former prefect, Lieutenant Colonel Barton, they all sighed slightly.

Even at this time, the supervision of this elite lieutenant colonel has not stopped.

Remembering that in the past two days, Winnington hadn't even shown his face once, and had completely relied on their own life and death, they suddenly became even more resentful of the general.

When he started his own people, he didn't spare his hands at all, and he had a set of conspiracies and tricks, but when he really went to the battlefield, he didn't see anyone.

They all despise this kind of behavior in the extreme.

But there was no way at all, so I could only walk over helplessly.

It's just that they didn't notice that the two Inspectorate soldiers who had been in charge of monitoring Balton were standing a little strangely, and if they looked closer, they would find that they had already lost their breath.

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Morning finally arrived.

Outside the Central Castle.

The Northland Legion has emerged from yesterday's gloomy atmosphere.

Under the influence of Su Junyan's words, everyone was ready.

For my ultimate dream.

The city that was already in front of them, and they clenched their weapons.

If this is the last mountain, climb over it.

The neat team gathered together, although there was no murderous aura that rushed to the sky, there was a faint killing silently.

It's still a mourning army, yes.

It's just that, unlike yesterday's mourning soldiers, what they mourn is no longer defeat and despair, but a kind of grief that they have lost everything by being born as a demon seed.

That's the power of grief.

Su Junyan stood in the midst of this group of mourning soldiers, looking at the city on the horizon, his eyes were firm.

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The second more.

All the layouts have been unfolded, waiting for the moment to pick up the cup.