The originally silent and sacred square suddenly fell into a panic, full of people fleeing for their lives and crowding and pushing each other, and killers in cloaks and hoods who came out of nowhere, with sharp knives and axes in their hands, and screams of fear and fear everywhere, the nobles and citizens of Turin, who had just been watching this sacred ceremony, suddenly became ants that exploded the pot, as if they had forgotten what they were doing, and fled in all directions without a brain.

Panic, dismay, fear, confusion...... All the disasters almost followed, even the palace guards who were in charge of the guards did not react, and the killers who were mixed in the crowd suddenly appeared without warning as if they were ghosts, and by the time they remembered to raise the halberd in their hands, it was too late, and the terrible screams drowned out in the chaotic crowd, and they were constantly pierced into the chest and neck by one sharp knife after another, and fell in a pool of blood like rag bags.

For a while, all kinds of shouts rang out one after another around the square, and the sacred glorious Cross Church bells seemed to turn into the death knell, and the killers lurking in the crowd brandished short swords and sharp knives, killing flesh and blood in the crowd, already turning into a bunch of headless flies, and spreading fear in the crowd that trampled on each other.

"Kill all the greedy nobles!", "For the real Turine!", "Kill them all, kill all these bastards who have ruined our family!" ............

One creepy slogan after another kept echoing everywhere, and a noble young man who was closer to the periphery kept waving his hand with a pale face towards the killer who was glaring at him: "Please, please don't do this, I can give you as much as you want, my family will ......"

"No amount of money can buy your life!" The vicious short knife pierced directly into the chest of the noble boy, and the soft and comfortable satin fabric could not play a defensive function at all at this time, and was directly torn into countless pieces, and the aristocratic boy who was screaming miserably fell to the ground, and the corner of his vision caught a glimpse of another girl not far away who was also screaming and being pressed to the ground, and stretched out his right hand in horror: "Katarina! Please, please let my fiancée go!"

But the cry for mercy was soon interrupted by screams, and a panicked fellow stomped on his wrist, and the weeping aristocratic boy watched his fiancée's neck be broken, and the greedy mob even snatched her silk dress......

The terrified Turin nobles in the square had completely lost their proper appearance as "knights' sons", and gathered like frightened sheep under the flaming goshawk banner, and people were constantly drowned in the fleeing crowd, or stabbed to death by the sudden killers, and then robbed of everything of value from them.

Anson was already pale at this time, and His Royal Highness the Prince, who was still young, only felt that his legs were weak, and his whole body was about to collapse. Before he could fall to the ground, a pair of hands that were not strong but extremely firm helped him from the side.

"Straighten your back, Your Highness - now anyone can fall, but you can!" Weber Alexander, the little priest, looked at Anson with a firm gaze, gritted his teeth, and shouted in his ear: "This is the Holy Land of the Radiant Cross, a place that your family claims to protect for generations, and you must not fall here!"

The frightened Anson was covered with sweat, looked at the little priest's extremely determined gaze in a little stunned, and gritted his teeth to make himself stand firm: "What if...... The man standing here is Edward Witwood, what will he do?"

"He'll do what he's supposed to do...... If it was Edward, he would have answered. Webber suddenly laughed: "But this guy must be mocking those who pointed knives at him contemptuously, and then tore them to shreds!"

"Hehehe...... That's right, that's what a real Tree Knight does, and I'm going to be even better than him, and I'm going to be the Sacred Tree Knight like never before!" Anson shouted as if he was hypnotizing himself, and snatched the flaming eagle banner from the flag-bearer with one hand, and slammed the marble tile ground hard!

At this time, the palace guards who had suffered heavy casualties finally slowly gathered, and the sharp and terrifying halberds slowly formed a circle to protect the surviving young nobles and Anson in the innermost part, and in the face of the organized defense of the guards, these hidden killers finally had nothing to do after a few early birds were stabbed through the body by the halberd, or smashed the skull.

But this was only temporary, the captain of the Imperial Guard, covered in blood and wounded, knelt down on one knee in front of Anson: "Your Highness, we must withdraw into the Sanctuary, Cardinal Peter and several priests are ready, as soon as we pass they will open the door immediately, and then ......"

"No, I'm not going to hide, I'm just standing here - you'd better let whoever wants to run hide in!" the little prince stubbornly raised his neck, and his eyes were extremely arrogant: "I am a descendant of Marcherus, I will not run away in the place where my ancestors swore an oath, I will not be a coward in Turin City, under my father's nose!"

"But ......"

"Reinforcements will come, just hold on a little longer - this is the city of Turin, and no one has yet been able to kill a royal family here, the Knights of the Sacred Tree, the Palace Guards, the Garrison Legion...... We only need to hold on for a quarter of an hour, and in a quarter of an hour someone will come to the rescue!" Anson said viciously, not knowing whether he was convincing the captain or himself: "Do you want to be a coward in front of His Majesty the King?!"

.................. The news of the riot outside the Radiant Cross almost immediately alarmed the nearby patrol Legionnaires, and it was clear that the situation was so urgent that it was too late to even ask for instructions, and the dozen or so guards who had spontaneously organized themselves rushed towards the hill from different directions, but this number could not even maintain a single law and order.

But Anson wasn't the only one who was rushing for time, Nafario was pacing back and forth anxiously in the attic, and the sweaty young man was panting next to him to report to him.

"Five hundred soldiers of the Garrison Legion and two hundred palace guards are rushing towards this side, and Greene Turn, and the Knights of the Sacred Tree in the Eastern City have already received the news, and I am afraid that they will not even need a quarter of an hour to have a hundred cavalry rush to the Templar - whatever you are going to do, we must make a decision quickly!"

"Who the hell are those guys?!" Nafario couldn't hold back his emotions at all, "What the hell is going on - there must be someone, someone must have exposed our plan and told it to others!"

"Say, isn't it you?!" the pale-skinned Nafario grabbed Friez by the collar, and the fat boy suddenly gasped, and his fat head immediately turned red, and he kept waving his carrot-like arms.

Looking at the fat head, a somewhat frustrated Nafario slowly let go of his hands and put him down: "I'm sorry...... I shouldn't doubt my own people, maybe it's just ...... The Radiant Cross is unwilling to give us such a lucky opportunity, the path of greatness must be accompanied by pain and hardship, and all these are tests, and we can only be victorious after passing them!"

"So...... What should we do?" the little fat man who was almost strangled to death just now was still a little afraid: "Now the Wang family's carriage will definitely not pass by this side, even if we continue to ambush ......"

"Then don't wait any longer, let all the people rush forward now, take advantage of the chaos and kill the prince together, just by the way, and end the trouble!" Nafario's voice revealed a terrifying fear: "Since it is destined to bleed, let the noblest blood purify the city, and let the Radiant Cross see for yourself how pious we are!"

With shouts and shouts, hired by Nafario and many of the nobles of Turin, the mob that had been lying in ambush beneath the streets and hills marched towards the Glorious Cross with torches and weapons of all kinds. Standing at the top of the attic, Nafario smiled hideously and quickly ...... The city of Turin is about to change the world, and soon it will ...... The damned lords of the place will be hanged one by one, and will soon ......

Soon...... Nafario couldn't laugh anymore. His bloodless lips trembled, and his eyes burned as he looked at the black tree flag on a white background galloping from the direction of the Horserus hills, the banner of the Knights of the Sacred Tree!

It's impossible, even if Green Turn, he should have come from the east, and the Knights of the Sacred Tree are all there...... Nafario suddenly realized that these Sacred Tree Knights were originally responsible for guarding the palace, and they had all been sent!

Twenty neatly aligned Knights of the Sacred Tree formed a five-column column and followed behind the Captain of the Knight Leonardo Gombray, who held the banner of the Sacred Tree, and followed by a full three hundred-man cavalry sergeants and guards. And the thugs who were unaware of it, and were rushing towards the temple with torches, were on the way through which this procession must pass.

And the man who followed the chief knight of Leonardo...... Edward Witwood?!

Nafario was so frightened that he almost fell out of the window, and he was wearing a thick fur coat but was cold, and he suddenly understood that Greene Turn's was just a ploy to trick himself into action, and this army was the real reinforcement, and it was the group of killers who suddenly appeared.

Yourself have been deceived?!