When the army holding the flaming goshawk banner arrived at the foot of the city, it did not even encounter the slightest resistance, and the defenders in the town thought that the departing army had returned, and they opened the city gate very actively, allowing the army to enter the city smoothly. It wasn't until the soldiers of the Banner Legion began to forcibly take over the gates and watchtowers that someone realized that something was not quite right.

Although there was a little resistance, it did not affect the overall situation. The entire army is tens of thousands of people, and in the face of such a huge army, with the documents of the order of the "Duke of Hantu City", no one can still have the courage to resist.

Soon, all the generals and nobles who remained in the town received bad news - Duke Anson Marcherus had returned!

Despair, madness, fear...... All kinds of emotions tormented all the nobles in Hantu City, and they knew very well what the consequences of hurting a royal family were. Before the little prince officially entered the city, a nobleman sneaked out in private, went to the barracks of the army to beg Anson for mercy, and was willing to pay any price, as long as he could save his life and property.

Looking at the flattering, humble faces, the little prince only sneered, and then gave them a gift—a dozen bloody human heads.

Then they were in utter despair - Anson's message was clear, he would never spare any of the rebels!

With no way out, the nobles gathered all the remaining defenders, escorts, mercenaries, and servants at home, and formed a tight defensive line in the aristocratic district of the southern city, ready to resist desperately.

Servants and guards in disarray, armed with a variety of weapons, mercenaries from the West Coast, Dominica, and more than a thousand defenders. These "rebels" do not talk about the unity of weapons. Not even the orders were unified. By the time Anson officially ordered the counterinsurgency to begin, they had not yet chosen who would be the commander.

Even so, these people were still prepared to survive - most of the nobles in Hantu City were loyal fans of Berion, and they had amassed a lot of wealth during the more than ten years that Berion had ruled here. In order to make this improvised army "loyal" enough, even the servants who picked up the spears were rewarded with forty silver coins, and the mercenaries were even more exorbitant, and they were paid three times the salary.

But it was doomed to be in vain - against the most elite legions in the whole of the Vast Lands. These improvised armies collapsed before they could even hold out for a quarter of an hour in front of the advance of the shield wall, and the ones who were still trying to resist were soon turned into a pile of flesh and blood by random knives and horses' hooves!

The tsunami-like army did not leave the slightest emotion, and the remnants of the defending army of resistance could not even make a small splash in the face of this monstrous wave, and the defense line was quickly torn apart. And the army continued to defect, swearing to surrender to the little prince, and the remnants of the ruptured army were hunted one by one under the sweep of the cavalry of the Battle Banner Legion.

The entire "Hantu City Rebellion" was quickly put down in just one morning. Then the gate of Hantu City once again had more than a dozen heads.

The killing continued until almost noon, and almost the entire streets of the bazaar and aristocratic district were covered with blood and corpses. The streets were littered like shells on the beach, littered with discarded weapons and shields, and severed limbs.

Anson Marcherus rode on horseback, walked on a ground of blood, surrounded by the royal knights and the Knights of the Sacred Tree, and finally returned to the city of Hantu, returning to the familiar and strange palace as a duke.

In the face of the angry duke, the entire city trembled in fear and unease—the Banner Legion had taken over the city's defenses and took control of all the gates and towers. Iskar's clan cavalry roamed the streets, and the barbarian warriors of the Vast Lands had no mercy for the people of Turine, and could not accept bribes from anyone.

In the entire Hantu City, all the surviving Turin nobles and wealthy merchants hid in their homes, waiting for the moment when the little prince's anger was completely dissipated, and hid in the house with their families in fear. It was even daytime, but the entire Hantu City was as silent as a dead city.

"Not enough, it's not enough!"

An angry roar echoed in the main hall of the palace, and Anson, who was sitting on a marble chair, threw the scroll of the list sent by the herald in his face: "How can there be only so many traitors in the entire Hantu City, rewrite it for me!"

"Yes, obey!" the herald hurriedly agreed, and left the palace with the scroll. He didn't even dare to turn his head, and left the palace as if fleeing for his life, and the roar of the little prince echoed under the entire dome.

"Is there anything more shameless in this world than these people who have not only betrayed the kingdom and the oath they have sworn to the safety of the entire land in an attempt to achieve their insidious ends, but who are still shamelessly enjoying what only an upright and proud Turinose can have?!"

"In the name of the Radiant Cross and the authority bestowed upon me by the King of Turin, Horace I, my father, I will never forgive any of the nobles suspected of rebellion, and deprive them of all their property, land, and the many privileges and official positions bestowed upon them by the kingdom, as well as the titles they have inherited, and make their families make atonement for their crimes, and let them understand how heavy the price of betrayal is!"

The nobles of Hantu City standing at the foot of the steps were silent, and they didn't even dare to look up at the angry face of the young duke - Anson would never skimp on his sword now, and no one dared to try to see if his neck was harder than that sword.

And this time, the little prince has plenty of reasons to kill in Hantu City unscrupulously - whether it is imprisoning the royal family, assassinating the chief lieutenant, any rebellion is enough to make a nobleman's head fall to the ground, let a once prosperous family decline, or even remove from the kingdom!

They would never show royal mercy to the forces suspected of endangering the rule of the Marcherus—even a tolerant king like Horace for three hundred years.

"From today onwards, the royal knights belonging to Hantu City will carry out this righteous ruling!" Anson's voice was cold to the extreme: "The names of all the families suspected of rebellion will be engraved on the stone tablets outside the palace, whether they are preparing to escape or hiding at home, I will never let any of them go, the title will be stripped away, the first offender will be beheaded, the wife and daughter will be sold into slavery, and the property and land will be confiscated!"

"Your Highness?!" An elderly nobleman standing at the front was almost stupefied: "You, your order is too ......"

"It's too much, never too much for a traitor, otherwise what will we use to reward loyal ministers?" Anson glared at him with a cold snort, his voice extremely heavy: "But I believe that the Kwyn family is absolutely loyal, what do you say, Lord Viscount Kwyn?"

"Ahem, ahem...... Of course, we will always be loyal servants of the kingdom!" the old nobleman nodded quickly: "But the nobles are the backbone of the kingdom, and your killing behavior is bound to ...... Greatly weaken the power of the nobles, and the entire Hantu City will be in turmoil as a result!"

"It hurts when you pull out an abscess, but it doesn't heal until it's hurt. Anson stopped looking at the old man at all, and turned his gaze to Green Turn: "Chief Adjutant, this task is entrusted to you - make sure that all traitors are punished severely, and no fish will slip through the net!"

“...... Obey!" Looking at Anson's fierce eyes, Green Turn, who hesitated for a moment, lowered his head: "Please rest assured, I will never live up to your trust." ”

"I'm absolutely convinced of that. The little prince showed a rare smile, and then looked at the black-haired knight on the side: "Chief Flag Officer Edward, I order you to summon the commanders of all the military camps scattered around Hantu City in my name, and arrive in Hantu City within three days, ready to receive orders at any time!" )