Duke Kai-East waved the banner of the Northern Alliance and shouted, "The twenty-fourth king of Iris, Liepo Stanley, and the auxiliary empress dowager, Lelia Stanley, have committed suicide in the Golden Palace because of their unforgivable sins!"

"The murderer of the former king has been duly punished, and the heroic spirit of Turing-Stanley has been laid to rest in peace!"

"The Golden Palace is a symbol of the prosperity of the Iris Dynasty in the past dynasties, and it should not be burned down in a fire, and the Northern Alliance will do whatever it takes to save the Golden Palace and assist the legitimate new king to ascend to the Golden Throne!"

Countless alliance flags waved in the firelight, and the northern soldiers in iron armor rushed into the Golden Palace, where they found a lot of gold and silver ornaments in the chaos, hid them privately, and then slaughtered all the guards and miscellaneous servants who remained in the Golden Palace. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The fire spread from the utility room on the east side of the Golden Palace to the south gate, and the flames swept into the sky, just as the wooden palace burned in midsummer. The people looted and found that the flames were coming at them like monsters, and there was nothing they could do about it.

There was no water source around, and there was no way to extinguish it with a cover, wooden pillars, sculptures, lawns, ...... It was full of flammable materials, and although the "Black Sword" gave an order to keep the Golden Palace as much as possible, the soldiers could only watch the magnificent palace burn slowly, except for snatching a few treasures from the flames.

Fortunately, in the early morning of the next day, a heavy rain fell in the middle of summer, and the torrential rain washed the entire imperial capital, and black smoke billowed everywhere in the Golden Palace, no one dared to take half a step, half of the fire was extinguished, and half of it was still burning tenaciously.

In the afternoon, when the sun cleared, the fire grew again, and in the evening, it rained again, and this time the fire that had been burning for a whole day was finally completely extinguished.

Kai-East ordered people to inspect it, and the Golden Palace was full of broken walls, the dome had collapsed, and the marble walls were full of flame-blackened textures. In one day, the fire burned everyone to ashes, and even a few corpses could not be found, let alone the remains of the Queen Mother and the King.

They found several emerald gemstones, as well as some jewels that should have been set in the crown, and they believed that they were relics left over from the King and the Queen Mother.

The council hall and the Golden Throne have miraculously survived, with only a few oxidized black lumps on the gilded chairs, which have been wiped as good as new.

Turing-Stanley once executed ironclad evidence here, and the 22nd King Iris sat on the throne and commanded the Imperial Army's southern expeditions, and to date, there have been six generations of Stanley sitting on this chair made of pure gold. Now, in the empty hall, the Golden Throne seemed unusually lonely.

During the night, a fiery red meteor streaked across the sky, and Duke Kai-East said that it was the fall of the blood star, which heralded the end of the sunset empire's calamity and the beginning of a new chapter.

The hidden scholars and astrologers prophesied that this was a sign of fire and bloodshed, the beginning of the tragic fate of the Empire.

The Northern Army spent a full day cleaning the charred palace, and then stood neatly on both sides of the Avenue of Glory and the Place des Sovereigns, with the Union flag flying high and Duke Kai-East standing in front of the Golden Palace.

They couldn't wait for Arthur Stanley to move into the Golden Palace, and then the dust was settled. The shorter the Duke of East, before the Cypriots and other major families can act, declare their support for a legitimate new king, the less likely it will be.

The Duke of Easter ordered all ceremonies to be omitted, and found only a barely habitable guest room in the Golden Palace, with a burnt roof and water seeping, with only a few frescoes, an oak chaise longue, a barely intact desk, and a large velvet bed, which served as a temporary residence for the future king.

At noon on the third day after the Golden Palace was burned, a wide carriage slowly drove in from the gate of the imperial capital. Inside sat Turing Stanley, and Evan Hall rode a white steed on the side of the carriage. In front of them are the territorial knights of Deep Valley City and Ice Soul City, wearing silver-white armor and holding long swords, majestic and majestic.

What is striking is that on the other side of the carriage, a blonde-haired female knight is riding in front of the carriage with a long sword in hand. Her blue eyes, snow-white skin, and armor blended together, like a Valkyrie descending from the sky. She was the daughter of the Duke of East, Brand-East.

This situation is equivalent to telling the world that the old power has come to an end, the core of power held by Silver Eagle, Cissei, and Chenxing has been overturned, and a new magnate is about to rise, that is, Deep Valley and Ice Soul, as well as Bai Lin, who has bet on the right chips in this war.

And the unknown prince, who had been living in seclusion in the realm, and who was rumored to be frail and sickly, had become the only legitimate heir of the Iris Dynasty, and was now slowly moving towards the core of imperial power, surrounded by new ministers.

Evan Hall looked at the neatly arranged soldiers, enjoying the superiority of being watched by the world. Hidden in the depths of the empire for hundreds of years, the Hall family can finally bask in the sun.

He never imagined that his father's gamble could be won, and when he saw the frivolous warlock who spoke wildly, he even thought that his father was old and confused, and his vision was short-sighted to the point of child's play.

However, when everything was a foregone conclusion, he had to admire the wisdom of his father's decision-making.

Looking back, saving Carter Larson from the day of the festival and banishing the Sanctuary power from Paliva City was both a temptation for my father and a bargaining chip for the warlock to show his power.

Warlocks want money, news, and military support from Deep Valley City, and Duke Deep Valley sees an opportunity to overthrow the regime. The Empress Regent is incompetent, the Imperial Council has its own contradictions, and the entire Golden Palace is like an egg that is about to shatter, and it will fall apart with a light blow with a hammer.

And the "hammer" that my father fancied was the border city of Paliwa.

It's not that Paliva's geographical location is important, but that the nature of its rebellion is so peculiar that it has gone beyond the scope of political struggle and violated the authority of the Sanctuary, so it is bound to cause turmoil within the empire.

A large number of imperial troops will flock to the south, and the remaining families with heavy armies will have different intentions and cannot compete with the coalition forces in the north, and the scattered imperial capital is more like a big empty shell, which can be broken with a single blow.

Even if the Southern Expeditionary Army had been informed of the news and had come back to their aid, by then Repon and the Queen Regent would have been killed or placed under house arrest, Arthur Stanley would have secured the throne, and the chances of an army having been fighting for days would be slim to none.

But what they will have to face in the future is the encirclement and suppression of the two major families of Silver Eagle and Cisse who have taken a breath. Coupled with the wavering Chenxing City and Bailin City, I am afraid it will be another bloody storm. (To be continued.) )