The earth-shattering sounds of battle and screams, the terrible roar and roar mixed with the cries of the moment of death, the exclamations and the cracking of the sword collided with each other, echoing throughout the castle hall.

The tragic death of the robe, the sudden betrayal, and the dignity of the black tree banner on a white background, none of these Sacred Tree Knights had even the slightest mercy, and they frantically strangled these elite swordsmen carefully selected by Kolbo - although these people were the most elite veterans of the fortress, and even many were centurions and sergeants, but in such a fight, they still could not take advantage of the nine remaining Sacred Tree Knights.

No, it should be a one-sided tragic killing!

Kolbo, who was still sitting there, was squeezing his composure, his fists clenched into his fists, even with his fingernails torn through his flesh, but he still didn't realize it—these soldiers were all his fiercest and most loyal men, and they had won even against three times the barbarian army.

Such an elite legion should be capable of fighting even against the most powerful knights in the kingdom - Kolbo had assumed so, but when the truth was presented, it was cruel to the point of despair.

The elite legion swordsmen are absolutely crushed in number, but in front of these Sacred Tree Knights, they have become the slaughtered side, and they don't even have room for a backhand!

The nobles of Hantu City, who were originally triumphant, were now frightened like rats who had been caught, and more and more people began to move their positions cautiously, desperately hiding behind Kolbo, shrunk into a ball like frightened squirrels. Almost all of them are waiting. Waiting in horror for the last moment.

A quarter of an hour. Or did it take a lifetime? The flow of time seemed to slow down at this moment, and everyone's faces were only frightened, looking at the broken corpses in the corner of the hall in a panic, the blood on the ground stained the bluestone slabs under their feet, and the broken swords and spears were scattered everywhere.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Kolbo's elite swordsmen had been slaughtered, leaving only blood and corpses all over the ground, and the cold swing of swords from the knights.

The castle hall was so quiet that you could even hear the sound of a heartbeat. Only the flames in the fireplace still crackled. The nine surviving Knights of the Sacred Tree stood expressionlessly on either side of the long table, their blood-stained swords resting on the ground, their cold eyes all focused on Kolbo's body.

But the commander of the Twin Towers, or the leader of the rebels, did not sit there with his waist straightened and sat there as calmly as the frightened men behind him, as if the people who had just been killed were not his subordinates.

Gently lowering the little maid in his arms, the Knights of the Sacred Tree huddled around Edward's sides, confronting Kolb, who was left alone, and no one made the first move, especially when they saw each other. At the moment when there was still a hole card expression, even Salald's face was a little more unnatural.

"We can talk about it now, right?" said Edward Witwood, sneering and sitting across from him, "Sir Kolbo." I want to know the truth. ”

"Do you think you have the upper hand, should I still get down on my knees and beg for mercy from you, dear Chief Flag Bearer?!" Kolbo sneered and shouted hysterically, "Even if you kill us, it will be useless, what should come will come—for this is the will of the Radiant Cross, for we are righteous and inferior pariahs!"

"You mongrels from foreign lands, little by little, have robbed us of the power and wealth that originally belonged to us, the true nobles of Turin, and occupy the most prominent position in the palace, why?!--Three hundred years ago, your ancestors were all captives who surrendered, why did you take away what belonged to us?!"

Kolbo's loud voice echoed in the castle hall over and over again, making the atmosphere even more silent, and the crackling fireplace light illuminated his hideous face even more fiercely: "Everything should go back to three hundred years ago, when His Majesty Levi Marcherus unified the entire kingdom of Turin, and all the power and land that you stole were returned to the noble nobles of Turin, and the whole kingdom should be restored to its proper order, not the way it is now!"

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to, Edward Wittwood, you Mineste lackey, shameless inferior!" staring at the expressionless Edward, Kolbo sneered: "You people just use Anson Marchelus as a tool for your usurpation, who would believe that a teenager can rule a kingdom of glory for three hundred years?!"

"The Duke of Berrion is the only legitimate heir to the kingdom, and only he can continue the kingdom's strength and return Turin to the most powerful era!" said Colbo more and more excitedly: "Blood Cliff, Dominica, North, Misty Sea...... What Lord Berion will accomplish will far surpass that of previous kings, even His Majesty Levi Marcherus!"

"It won't help you kill me, Edward Witwood—everything is like the wheels of a chariot, already in motion. Do you think that by taking away the title of Colony from Lord Berion, Horace will be able to bring the entire Colony City to the knees of a teenager?"

"Let me tell you, it was all planned, and from the beginning to the end, everything was expected by Lord Berrion - I was just a dispensable pawn, and even if I died, the whole plan would go on. At this point, Kolbo finally stopped: "So let's negotiate!"

"Negotiating?" the corners of Edward's mouth curled slightly, "Why?"

"Do you think that even if you kill me, you will still be able to get out of here? A thousand soldiers in the entire Twin Towers Fortress, they are indeed my subordinates, yes, but the person they are really loyal to is still Lord Berion. Speaking of this, Kolbo smiled even more proudly: "What's more, you may not know yet, even your legion will be mine soon!"

"Hantu City has already sent someone to receive your army with a document with the seal of His Highness Anson, and now I am afraid that they have betrayed you, the chief flag bearer of the 'most heinous crimes', and if they do not want to become enemies of the kingdom, this is the only option. Colbo cocked his chin: "How does it feel to be smart, you don't have much money now!"

"No, Sir Kolbo, you are the one who thinks you are wise. Edward raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Why do you think I came to the Twin Towers Fortress alone? To be honest, your tricks are so obvious, if there is no problem, I'm afraid that even if I am a fool, I will not come as honestly as I am." ”

"Why, then, do I listen to you when I know it's dangerous—for the simple reason that I don't know if His Highness Anson Marcherus is really at the Twin Towers, and that's the only reason I'll do that, you see?"

"If you capture His Highness Anson Marcherus and trap him in the Twin Towers, it might give me a headache - but obviously, you 'discardable pawns' don't have that qualification, so you don't have the value of living. The corners of Edward's mouth raised, and he beckoned to Ludwig on the side: "Send us Sir Kolbo and all the adults, let's go to hell as soon as possible." ”

At the moment when Edward said this, almost all the Turin nobles screamed in horror as the Knights of the Sacred Tree raised their blood-stained swords, and Kolbor was even more stunned by this guy's crazy actions - how mad is this lowly pariah?!

"Wait a minute, do you want to die here?!" Kolbo finally couldn't help but stand up: "Kill us, you will definitely die!"

"So, you're still too clever to think of yourself, Sir Kolbo. Edward sneered, "I'm never going to die in a place like this, never!" (To be continued.) )