Salantos Midknight did not wear the imperial garb,

Instead, he wore a black and red Imperial Field Marshal's gown, and several shining military medals on his chest.

The lined shoulder pads and exaggerated hard epaulettes make her look stronger,

This is still her favorite dressing style before she got married, when she was called the "princess in military costume" by the world.

She wore a quaint laurel crown, and her long, iron-gray thick hair was combed into a tight bun, and the interlaced braids were coiled into ears of wheat and fastened together with hairpins.

Her facial contours are sculpted, with the Midknights' signature towering brow bones, a straight nose, and deep eye sockets.

Beneath the mighty sword eyebrows were a pair of cold and terrifying silver-gray eyes, and the pupils faintly emitted a disturbing mysterious light.

Coupled with heavy eyeshadow makeup and bright lip gloss, the innate and unyielding warrior temperament is undoubtedly revealed.

A symbol of the emperor's authority, the red felt cloak hangs to the ground, embroidered with a delicate night owl coat of arms, and the corners are stitched with precious metal threads intertwined with gold and silver.

The belt was a bright red silk, and a brown cooked cowhide sword belt hung from the steel belt underneath, from which hung her saber.

The sword looked unremarkable, its quaint scabbard and hilt dull, and a pair of long, high-quality black leather boots rested under white cotton trousers.

The Empress was taller than most of the people present, standing proudly in front of the throne.

"So, who will challenge me first?"

There was silence, and no one answered her.

Pope Palladia II made a gesture, and several of the remaining coalition daredevils silently raised their carbines or pistols, and the hired swordsmen did the same.

They wrenched their hammers, aligned their crosshairs and illuminated the door, aiming for Empress Valstad's head and heart.

"Your Majesty's Heart!" Fifteen Valstad royal attendants stood in front of the empress, protecting their monarch with their flesh and blood, and also raised their guns.

"Fire! Woohoo! ”

After a burst of fire, the smoke that filled the cabin was quickly carried away by the sea breeze.

Fifteen Valstad royal squires all fell in pools of blood, and the daredevils and mercenaries on the opposite side also fell in large numbers.

At this time, there was only one blonde hired swordsman left in the house with a gun, and he pulled the trigger on the empress, and the hammer fell on the flint, and the spark also burst out, but there was no response, it turned out that the gunpowder was damp and failed to fire.

"Damn shit!" He cursed, threw his pistol to the ground, and drew his sword.

Emperor Salantos Midknight recognized the identity of the blonde swordsman:

"This handsome swordsman friend, I know you, your name is Tony Foster, a famous swordsman in Valsta, known as a master of street dueling, right?"

The blonde swordsman's body trembled violently, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, but he didn't say anything, but his reaction was already an acknowledgment of his identity.

The Empress continued, "Tony Foster, what is your intention as a Valstadian to shoot at your rightful monarch? ”

She took another step forward, glared into the other's eyes, and continued, "You have betrayed your rightful monarch for an unforgivable sin, and I have heard you work for the squire's bully and kill many decent people, including a dear friend of mine, who exposed your sins to me. ”

The blonde swordsman finally spoke, his voice trembling with nervousness: "You...... You damn devil! You...... What are you doing with your beard? I never leave my men alive! Besides, how can a dead man speak? ”

The Empress smiled, "Yes, it doesn't make sense logically, but the friend I know is fortunate to have read it, and thanks to the care of the gods, he has been reborn and is alive to tell me all this!"

Tony Foster, you bad mercenary swordsman! I'm going to punish Valstad now, and I've decided, you're my first target!" In the name of the Supreme Inquisitor of all the Valsta Peninsula, I pronounce you death sentence! ”

Everyone present held their breath as they saw Empress Valstad resting her right hand on the hilt of her sword.

Suddenly! The Empress kicked her leg hard, and rushed forward, only to see a black shadow pass through the air, and no one could see the path of her sword, which had returned to her quaint scabbard, and her hand was still pressing the hilt of the sword, and she took a step back, standing still, with an indifferent expression, as if she had been standing in place and had never made a move.

The head of the blonde swordsman, Tony Foster, slipped off his neck, and his body fell, his head rolled on the carpet a few times, and the legs of a high-backed chair stopped, and the look on his head was extremely terrifying, and his blue eyes were wide open, as if he did not realize that he was dead.

Pope Palladia II did not appear alarmed, he seemed to have anticipated this,

But the mercenary swordsmen were frightened, and they all took a step back, staring warily at the Empress's sword-wielding hand.

Count Jaequin, who was beside the Pope, was shocked into a cold sweat, and he silently turned his head and asked, "Hey...... Sister Diana, did you just see clearly...... From what angle did she draw this sword ......?"

Even the Templar Assassin's ace female killer was stunned, and Sister Dianne shook her head and replied, "No...... I didn't see it clearly...... Or I didn't even realize when she drew her sword from its sheath......"

"Damn...... It's not a speed that humans can achieve at all, what kind of monster we're up against! Oh God! Bless me and wait......" Count Jayquin prayed, one hand clenching the hilt of the cross, his face pretending to be calm, but his gloves were already covered with sweat, and the other hand kept scratching the cross on his chest.

Empress Valsta stood steadily, looking at the panicked mercenary swordsmen opposite:

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Tony Foster has paid the price for his sins, and now it's your turn."

Several hired swordsmen peered uneasily at each other, and they began to inhale heavily, trying to keep their composure, but their legs and feet were still shaking.

"Gentlemen, I know that you are all from the Continental Combat Association of Ulasis, and you are all famous people, each of them is a master of masters, and several of you have also won the title of 'Sword Master' or even 'Olasis Sword Master'.

In fact, it's not the first time we've met, and we've had a relationship.

I was a girl at the time, and I wore a Halloween mask to sneak into the scene of the 511th Combat Exchange Conference (see Chapter 97 of this book for specific recollections), and I fought against all of you. ”