In the second half of the night, the fire in Maltis gradually weakened, but the melee between the various forces intensified, and the streets were filled with small groups of armed men.

A group of black-armored knights, after detecting the fire, hurried back to the Palace of the Goddess of Victory (Imperial Palace).

On their way through Fourth Avenue, they were confronted by fire for the sixth time, and nearly 100 heavily armed men were fighting in the dark streets.

There are only more than a dozen black-armored knights, but all of them have the intention of killing, and they are obviously well-trained. In the face of sudden accidents, they did not panic at all, and methodically protected the commander in the middle, cautiously observing the battle in front of them.

A knight came to the commander on horseback and asked in a low voice, "My lord, do you want to reveal your identity?"

The commander shook his head: "The situation is complicated tonight, so it's not appropriate to make a fuss, let's just be careful and go around." ”

The knight nodded, gesturing to the others, and the whole squad walked slowly, bypassing the battlefield of the fire, trying to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, but without leaving room for a sneak attack on both sides of the battle.

In a room a hundred meters away, a young man was holding a half-human-high sniper crossbow and leaning quietly against the window.

Behind him, one of his companions suddenly patted him and said, "Hey, Hasker, you see a team of knights over there." ”

The young man followed his companion's finger and saw that sure enough, a dozen black-armored knights were walking in the direction of them, bypassing the battlefield of fire and war.

The black-armored knights used the anti-charge formation created by the god of war, Longdesteide, which could be attacked and defended, and under their buttocks were all black war horses, which were not chaotic at all in the fierce fighting, and they were not ordinary aristocratic weapons at first glance.

"Like a regular soldier?" Husk muttered.

"Could it be the same group of knights who attacked the adults before?"

"I don't know" Hasker shook his head: "It's so chaotic tonight, I don't know who attacked us and who we hit again." ”

"What are we going to do? Just let them go?"

"How can this be done?" Hasker said angrily, "We have lost so many brothers, and even the adults have been wounded, even if they are not the knights who attacked the adults, we can't let them break through so cheaply!"

"But, it's just the two of us here, and that's a squad of knights. ”

Husk sneered: "Then let them taste my awesomeness......"

As he spoke, Hasker placed the half-human-high sniper crossbow on the windowsill, then drew out a crossbow bolt nearly a meter long and expertly placed it on the crossbow.

"Let me see who the bad luck is tonight. Hasker licked his lips and grinned wickedly as he began to aim.

"Your Excellency, you have left the warning area. ”

"Well, speed up and return to the Victory Goddess Palace at once. ”

The black-armored knights made their way through the streets vigilantly, gradually stepping out of the range of the fire.

Just when everyone was just breathing a sigh of relief, a terrifying howl suddenly pierced the night sky in the dark night.

The knights had not even been able to discern the direction of the voice, and a long crossbow bolt thrust like lightning into the crack of the man, striking the commander in the chest accurately.

With a muffled sound, the crossbow bolt pierced him in an instant, and the great inertia threw him off his horse and landed him on the ground. His thick magical armor was like a piece of brittle paper, and it didn't even work in the slightest.

Inside the armor, a large hole was shot out of his chest by a huge force, his heart was shattered in half, and hot blood overflowed all over his body, and he died of exhaustion on the spot.

"Your Excellency!"

"Oh no, your lord is attacked!

"Damn! it's over......"

The knights panicked instantly, and hurriedly surrounded the commander, but it was too late.

The fire of Maltis was finally extinguished before dawn, and the impoverished untouchables wept and grabbed the land, and many of their life savings were turned into a puff of smoke in the fire, and had to face the coming winter and the bleak life imaginable.

They are lucky, at least there is hope for people to live. The worst of all were the six hundred and thirty-two unlucky ones, who went to report to the Father after the fire, leaving their relatives with nothing and struggling alone in the sinful Maltisse.

These people either enter gangs and become the source of evil in order to survive, or they are sold into brothels and win a hot soup with their youth and flesh.

And those who are really old, weak, sick and disabled, no one cares about them at all, they can only lie on the side of the road like wild dogs, and keep wailing until they swallow their last breath.

At dawn, green smoke was still wafting from the ruins of the streets, wisps of silk had been hung out, and cries of grief and despair filled the entire imperial capital.

Apart from these untouchables who were engulfed in the fire, no one can say exactly how many people died that night. Before dawn, the carriages of the major forces to collect the corpses were densely packed like flies on carrion.

It wasn't until the end of the scuffle that everyone was shocked to find that they had lost a lot of people, but they didn't even know the reason for the conflict.

Anger pervades the lavish offices, and almost every owner of the large estate grows.

After the anger, followed by the fear of this chaotic war, everyone knows that this time it is too much, they have touched the bottom line of His Majesty the Emperor, and no one knows how much of the consequences will be.

What was even more disturbing, however, was the astonishing news from the palace of the goddess of victory the next morning, that is, the chief of staff of the palace garrison, Major Klaus, who was only thirty-two years old, had died in the melee of the previous night.

Klaus was not a high rank, and his title was only a baron, but he was a member of the royal family and a garrison officer responsible for guarding the Forbidden Palace, and his death was equivalent to a heavy slap in the face to Frederick the Great.

And more importantly, he has another identity, that is, the commander of the Blood Moon Legion, the only son of the Imperial Prince Auerbach.

The thought that the main army of 100,000 could become a vengeful army at any time made all the nobles who participated in the "Bloody Night of the Empire" tingle their scalps and could not sleep.

In order to appease the wrath of His Majesty the Emperor and His Royal Highness the Prince, there was a quarrel in the House of Nobles, and the parliamentarians were clearly divided into factions, accusing other forces of causing yesterday's fire, and of the murder of His Excellency Claus.

All the legislators have justly claimed that they will investigate to the end, find the murderer, and give Maltis a clear name, but in fact they want to clear their own suspicions, and do everything in their power to push the other factions to the guillotine of plotters and conspirators.

In addition to the House of Nobles, there was also a great deal of disagreement in the Cabinet, with each faction desperately pouring dirty water on each other and taking the opportunity to suppress the arrogance of the enemy.

Both the Noble Council and the Cabinet have fallen into unprecedented internal friction, and under the mutual prevarication and cross-fertilization, the investigation of the "Bloody Night in the Imperial Capital" has been delayed for three days and cannot be started.

In fact, everyone is not trying to hide the truth of the matter, on the contrary, everyone hopes that the truth will be revealed, but in the face of intricate multi-party wrestling, a fair investigation is just an illusion, and if you are not careful, the investigation will become a sword in the hands of others.

No one is sure that they will not be implicated, and no one wants to bear the blame and become a ridiculous and pathetic victim, so the investigation that is talked about every day is only the object of quarrels among the nobles.

The state apparatus quarrels every day, the major forces of Maldis are fighting one after another, and the open and secret battles are about to turn into a great turmoil, and the situation can no longer be described as complicated, it is simply dangerous!

At this point, any irrational action by Prince Auerbach could completely upset the fragile balance and push the situation into an abyss out of control.

However, to everyone's surprise, for three full days, no matter how chaotic the situation in Maltis was, the Palace of the Goddess of Victory and the Blood Moon Legion remained quiet and silent.

This anomaly not only did not make people relaxed, but only made the nobles more nervous. Everyone knows that contradictions will accumulate deeper and deeper if they are not released, and they will not die in silence, but will explode in silence.

A terrible political storm is brewing over Maltisse, and the later it comes, the more violent it becomes.

Just when the whole of Maltis was trembling, Mick, the initiator of the "Bloody Night in the Imperial Capital", stayed out of the matter and made a final effort in the laboratory for the equipment of the military department.