The battle at the gates of the city had completely turned into a one-sided massacre.

Compared to the majestic werewolf lizardman that ordinary human soldiers can be regarded as majestic, the lizard man is as powerless as an ant in front of the crystal dragon, which is generally more than twenty meters tall.

Poison arrows or crossbow arrows, hammers or shields, could not even leave a white spot on the hard dragon armor after Brunfield's death.

Beneath the sharp crystal claws and the heavy dragon's tail of the mountains, the swamp people's hard skin, which is quite defensive even in the face of swords, spears and axes, is as fragile as a blistered rag.

Having lost the blessing of the rhythm of war, and Rose fled in a hurry after witnessing Brufeld's tragic death, the poor swamp people became reptiles for the wrath of Kunsha and the other crystal dragons.

Large sections of the city wall collapsed in the movement of the crystal dragon, and together with the buildings on the side of the wall, it formed a tragic scene after a magnitude 8 earthquake.

Thousands of warriors could only run around with their heads in their hands, but even if they hid under the collapsed ruins and dry wells, they would still be crushed by the dragon's feet that followed and buried with more rubble.

"Run!"

In the confusion, I don't know who suddenly roared, and the orcs huddled in the corners of the corner towers, walls, and houses were like camels that had encountered the last straw, and they threw down their weapons and fled to the city.

All the wounded were ruthlessly abandoned, while the emaciated ones were pushed down and trampled by the stronger, and occasionally one or two orc captains roared hysterically to rally the group, only to be chased by the crystal dragon and turned into a puddle of meat sauce deep in the earth.

Finished.

Altyn stood on the spot with a pale face, he had never seen such a violent and direct way of warfare in the army for nearly ten years, in just a few minutes, the magnificent walls that the Tatarians had spent hundreds of years building were destroyed, General Brunfield was killed, thousands of soldiers fled for their lives, and he only got up from the ruins and commanded the brute bull to make a charge, and the battle had reached an irreparable end.

"General!"

Although Tiva beside him was equally shocked, she had not forgotten that she was still on the battlefield, and the light of Retardation and Acceleration fell into the rushing herd of brute cattle and lit up on the orcs beside them, respectively.

"Let's go!"

She tugged Algin, and fled towards the wasteland on the right—the gates of the city were already a hell ravaged by crystal dragons, and now retreating to the city would be an absolute search for death.

A bleak and decadent atmosphere hung over the palace hall like a thick dark cloud, and the ministers who had just exited the palace had not had time to return to the palace when they were met with defeated soldiers who had fled back from the city gate, so they gathered again in the main hall under the leadership of the prime minister.

The city gate has been broken, and there is naturally no safe place in the city of Nyrel, for the safety of his life, of course, this royal palace with inner walls and thousands of Janissaries is the most suitable for refuge.

It's just that at this time, no one thought that the magnificent outer city that had been piled up for hundreds of years and the enemies that the ultimate hydra could not stop, what use could these lizardmen with golden gourd axes in the palace be?

West had been sitting on the throne and had never left, he just wanted to be quiet, but he didn't want the ministers who had just left to come back like a dozen headless flies after a while, but at this time, he was not very anxious.

The enemies on the left and right have broken through the city, what else can they do but face it?

He may be able to flee on the battlefield or give in in the face of the barbarians, but he will never leave here and leave his throne, because this is the power he has pursued all his life, and everything he has, even his life, has given so much humiliation and so much weight for today, and no one can take it away from him unless he is killed.

Compared to West's calmness, the ministers below were as impatient as ants on a hot pot, and their whispers and glances at each other like thieves all fell into West's eyes, but at this time he didn't have the heart to deal with these people.

As a veteran of playing with power, how could he not understand the truth of the tree falling and scattering?

These people gathered here, not only to save their lives, but also to wait for the enemy to rush into the palace as soon as possible to show their loyalty to the new master.

"Your Majesty!"

Steele's cold voice came from outside the hall again, only this time, there was obvious panic in her tone.

This is also very understandable, the reason why she has today's status is completely because she betrayed her mother and sisters, everything she has and everything that West has have been entangled together, like two grasshoppers on a rope, West has fallen, and she is definitely not half good.

"The witch who escaped from the city gate reported to me that all six ultimate hydras were killed, and General Blufeld was trampled into pulp by the enemy's dragon, who are you offending and why can you drive such a terrifying force?"

In a hurry, she even forgot to use the honorific title.

Hearing this, West just glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, without even lifting his chin.

In the past, he counted everything, like the most conscientious chess player, who counted everything that his opponent had and everything he owned.

Rose from a lowest-ranking soldier, became a captain, became a general, worked hard to get close to the royal family, became the husband of a princess, and then regained control of the army with a new identity.

After the war with Bracada began, he painstakingly planned one defeat after another, draining the troops of the fortresses along the way to create the most favorable conditions for his mutiny.

Then he attracted the barbarians to invade Tartaglia and formed an alliance with Tanan to finally succeed in ascending to the throne, every move was under his control, every move was so perfect, it was a perfect layout, every move and even every piece did its best, and he finally got everything he wanted.

The only thing he didn't expect was that the bystander who didn't belong to the game at all three years ago rushed over three years later for a reason that he still didn't understand, directly and brutally destroyed the chess game, overturned the table, and threw the chess pieces in his face.

If he hadn't let Tanan take most of Tartaglia's army, maybe he would still have the strength to fight at this moment, but without Tanan's help to suppress it, he wouldn't even be able to subdue the rebels who swarmed from all over the country, so how could he sit on this throne?

He just felt ridiculous, and a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Your Majesty, the enemy has begun to attack the inner walls of the palace with twenty crystal dragons!"

The frightened voices of the palace guards came from outside the main hall, but soon, the violent roar and the roar of the collapse of the building made it impossible for anyone in the hall to hear their own heartbeats.

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