The giant bell on the palace tower is ringing.

There was already chaos inside and outside the imperial city, and everyone in the palace attendants who were running back and forth showed a panicked appearance. Outside the imperial city, the fires in the neighborhoods in the distant city can already be clearly seen, and the movement of the riot has also reached the imperial palace.

The Imperial Guards are being assembled, but everyone, from soldiers to officers, has a gloomy face, a look of decadence after defeat written on everyone's face.

Just outside that large hall inside the palace, officials and nobles of an empire had gathered here. Many people heard the commotion in the middle of the night and rushed from home in a panic. Many of the officials were dressed in disarray, some even wearing nightgowns, and some did not even wear boots on their feet.

Obviously, these noble lords were terrified. Everyone was crowded together, nervously gathered outside the main hall, as if waiting for something one by one, but at this time, it seemed that everyone's eyes were full of confusion. "Your Excellency, Your Majesty, the Prime Minister is here!" "Your Excellency!!", "Your Excellency, what are we going to do!!", "Escape! There are still ships in the harbor, and if we leave immediately, we may have to "My lord, get an idea......!"

Salumbonelli also seemed to be a little embarrassed, his robe was covered with dirt, "he had no hat on his head, his gray hair was a little unkempt from the cold wind, and the old prime minister was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot.

And what surprised everyone was that this old and frail old prime minister actually carried a sword in his hand! More importantly, there was blood on the blade of the sword! "Quiet !!"

The old prime minister ran to the top of the steps, condescendingly looking at the group of panicked people in front of him, although his voice was a little stiff, a little hoarse, but at this moment, coupled with the sword blade in his hand that was still dripping with blood, immediately made everyone shut their mouths. "Silence!!" Salembonili's fierce eyes seemed to sweep over everyone's faces: "Shut up!

Everyone looked at the old man, everyone was terrified, fearful, and some were even trembling.

"We haven't reached the end yet! General Spann has brought the army and is now arranging the defense of the palace! The rebels have not yet entered the palace, don't all of you look like you have reached the end of the day!" The old prime minister's eyes were clear: "Look at your appearance! Have you all forgotten your identity! You are nobles! You are the high-ranking officials and ministers of the empire! You are the noble elite of the empire! Now look at yourself, what are you like! A group of lost dogs! Have you all forgotten your identity! Even if you come to this situation, at least keep a little dignity for yourself!"

Looking at the old prime minister, the people below pondered for a while, and finally someone couldn't help but whisper: "My lord, there is still a little time now, the city is already in chaos, take advantage of the rebels not to hit the palace, concentrate the guards, we will protect Your Majesty towards the dock, there is still a ......"

"Shut up!!" The old man didn't wait for Yunren to finish speaking, he snapped his snort, and slammed the sword in his hand: "I swear to the gods, whoever dares to say a 'run, word, my sword blade will kiss his neck!!"

The old man's eyes were calm, he stared at the person who spoke just now, gritted his teeth and said: "I came all the way from home, and I have already killed a few deserters on the way! At this time, don't let me raise my sword to my own people again!" Salembonili took a deep breath, looked at everyone, and whispered, "What about Your Majesty?"

No one could answer the question, everyone looked blank, some people looked at each other, and they couldn't answer the question.

Sarunbonelli was furious: "You have come here to make noise and cry, and no one has seen Your Majesty! Damn, what the hell are you doing here!"

Finally, someone tentatively said = "Your Excellency 1111111 we came here) but) Your Majesty 1111 ● 11 He didn't want to see people...... He ...... "Salon Bonili only felt that his eyes were dark, and the anger in his chest grew less and stronger.

The old man was also awakened in the middle of the night by the news of the rebel siege, these days he has tried his best to cooperate with Adric and others to preside over the affairs of the city, which has made his old body almost collapse, and it is easy to stop the rebels these days, and the Landis have landed again, which can be regarded as a sigh of relief. He had a rare good night's sleep last night, and who knew that he got such a shocking news!

The news of the rebels' all-out attack on the Arc de Triomphe dragged him out of bed, and he had planned to go to the Arc de Triomphe to check on the situation. But after the old man had gotten up and dressed, and had not yet reached the Arc de Triomphe with his guards, he heard news from his men that a fire had broken out in the direction of the city gates of Wellington, and that there had been a commotion in the city.

The old and sophisticated prime minister immediately sensed the danger! He tried to go to the Arc de Triomphe to find Adric and Span, but there was already a riot in the city, those who were in charge of the city set fire to riot everywhere, the old prime minister only brought a small number of guards and servants with him, Luo Guo was surrounded in the chaos in the city, some of the people who participated in the riot seemed to recognize his carriage, some people tried to attack his convoy, most of the old prime minister's guards had been transferred to enrich the city defense army, and many nobles and high-ranking officials in the city did so. There were only a few guards left by his side, and the others were just a few young servants in the family.

As a result, in the chaos, those servants were killed and scattered by the mob, and it was only through the courage of a few guards that they rushed to protect the old prime minister

After killing out, he encountered a small group of patrol riders on the way, and finally escaped from danger. Then he had no time to go to the Arc de Triomphe, so he had to return to the palace, and the bad news came one by one, the rebels broke through the gates of Wellington, and the city was in chaos and the people were disheartened......

The riots have spread to almost half of the city's neighborhoods, and most of the rioted areas are inhabited by nobles, which are vast and sparsely populated, and the wealth and beauty of these noble families have naturally become the best day for those mob attacks. The few patrolmen in the city were no longer able to maintain order, and when General Spann arrived with his defenders, the old prime minister realized how bad the situation really was.

There weren't many Imperial Guards in the palace in the first place, before dawn, the city was full of fires, and the sound of fighting and rioting came everywhere, and in the chaos, everyone didn't know what the situation was outside, and even looked at the fires everywhere in the city, everyone thought that the rebels had entered the city in a big way.

The phenomenon of escaping began to appear in the palace, and many servants in the court, taking advantage of the chaos of the night, took advantage of the chaos of the night to collect their baggage and belongings and escaped. Even deserters appeared among the Imperial Guards. Fortunately, Spann arrived soon with someone and stabilized the situation a little. Spann brought only more than 3,000 soldiers, and immediately controlled the palace and the outside of the palace. Before the old prime minister arrived, many nobles had already fled to the palace.

At this moment, outside the palace, the city is full of chaos, some internal responses, and some mobs who are in turmoil at night begin to attack the homes of these nobles, and many of the servants around them have run out, and it seems that only the palace is guarded by the guards in the city at this moment.

These nobles who fled here in a panic cried and begged to see Emperor Garcia, but as a result, the young emperor has not shown up until now!

The only person who saw the Emperor was General Span, who is said to have met His Majesty the Emperor as soon as he came to the palace, but only for a short time, and then General Spann walked out of the palace with a face like a dying man.

The old prime minister glanced angrily at the aristocratic ministers who were crowded under the steps. He flicked his sleeves heavily, turned and ran towards the hall above.

Before he ran to the door, several pale-faced palace attendants stopped in front of him, and a palace official was obviously frightened, his body trembled, and stopped in front of the old man: "Great, my lord, Your Majesty has an order, don't see anyone, you ......" "Get out!"

The old man was really angry when he walked around, he raised his leg and kicked this guy hard, the old prime minister, this kick did not kick this court official, but he stumbled. The palace attendant next to him hurriedly came up to help, but the old man had already raised the sword in his hand and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

He stood up, and was about to rush into the main hall again, but the palace official saw that he was about to stop again, and the old prime minister raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily: "I am the prime minister of the empire! When the national disaster is at hand, what is your intention to dare to stop me from seeing Your Majesty! Get out of the way! If you don't give way, I will let your blood splash on the spot!!"

Maybe it was the old man who suddenly became powerful, or maybe it was such a doomsday juncture, the so-called imperial decree really didn't have much deterrence, under the old man's bloody sword, several waiters in front of him ran away in embarrassment, and the old prime minister rushed to the gate of the palace, kicked open the door, and walked in proudly. In the huge palace, the atmosphere is eerie.

Originally, the candles and braziers in the main hall that had been bright day and night all year round had been extinguished, and the hall was cold and calm, full of a smell of apocalypse.

The old man stepped in, and saw that it was pitch black all around, only at the end of the front of the great hall, as if there was a little candlelight, flickering faintly. The old prime minister rolled up his sleeves, strode over with his sword in his hand. In front of the main hall, in the emperor's seat, the young Emperor Garcia was sitting.

The young emperor was dressed in a magnificent robe, with a crown on his head, and he still held the scepter that symbolized imperial power tightly in his hand.

On the platform beside him, only one candlestick was lit, and the flickering and dim candlelight reflected on his face, stretching the shadow on his face for a long time...... "Your Majesty 7-!!"

The old man shouted, his voice full of indignation: "What time is it, why are you still sitting here!!" Garcia raised his head and glanced at the old prime minister standing at his feet.

Salembonison couldn't help but be startled when he saw the young emperor's face clearly!

Young Garcia, his face was as withered as a dead man, blue and gray, and his gorgeous robe seemed to be put on top of a dead corpse, and his whole body was not angry at all.

If it weren't for Garcia's eyes still rolling, and the old prime minister hearing his slight breathing, there was even a moment when the old man almost thought that it was a dead man sitting on it.

"Prime Minister, you ...... Laibu"

Garcia's voice didn't seem to be alive at all, he seemed to be looking up at the old prime minister, but it was obvious that his eyes were a little distracted. "Your Majesty, you must do something at a time like this!, and not shut yourself up in a daze!" said the old man, and he hurried up in a few steps, reaching for Garcia's sleeve. Garcia suddenly shrank his arm, dodging the old prime minister's outstretched hand.

Then, the young emperor suddenly smiled, but this smile was full of despair: "Do something...... What else do you think I can do?

Garcia gritted his teeth, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat little by little: "What else can I do?!! I desperately enter the city and ascend the throne, you told me that I should trust Adric and Span, I gave them all their trust, all the military affairs were handed over to them, all the troops were assigned to them, and I would never interfere! I even handed over the Royal Forest Army to them, mobilized the resistance of the whole city, and all the nobles contributed guards and private soldiers!" In the city, there was a shortage of supplies, and the rationing system was implemented, and I, the emperor, took the lead in reducing food and clothing, and I even contributed the royal horse that I pulled to the soldiers as mounts! I only slept less than three hours a day, and I personally went to boost morale, to give speeches, to encourage people's hearts, I went to church, and even begged the church to let magicians come to our aid, and I even put down the dignity of an emperor, endured humiliation, and signed the most humiliating jump with the Lantis! Everything I did was for the sake of this empire!! Don't think that I don't know what everyone is talking about behind my back! Everyone says that I am a traitorous emperor! I betrayed the interests of the empire to the Landisians! You are all talking about me behind my back!! but there are a few people who understand my situation and understand my difficulties! The country is in such a situation, how can I do it without bearing the burden of humiliation!! I even know that the history books of later generations will definitely leave me a mark of shame! People of later generations will talk about me when Garcia and give me the title of 'traitor emperor'! But I don't care about all this! all I want is for this empire to last!!"

In the end, the muscles on the young emperor's face twisted into a ball, and he suddenly screamed: "But now! What results did I get!! You tell me! What did I get! I trusted Adrick and Spann so much! I gave them everything for the defense of the city! I agreed to all their demands, everything, and I will give them whatever they wanted! Just the day before yesterday, Adric swore to me that they could win this war and would not let the rebels enter the city! But now! They betrayed my trust!!!"

The old prime minister listened to the young emperor's gasp, and the wheezing voice was as weak as an old man.

“...... Your Majesty. The old prime minister's eyes suddenly turned red, and tears flowed out, looking at the young emperor: "We...... We still have hope, General Spann is already arranging the defense of the palace, the rebels, they can't get into here for the time being, we ......" "That's only a matter of time!"

Garcia suddenly laughed wildly: "Sooner or later, Sarunbonelli! Don't you understand!!I'm about to become a dead emperor!!I've done all this, but I can't save my country's fortune and prevent it from happening!!"

The young emperor jumped to his feet and clenched his fists as if he wanted to break free from anything, but soon he threw himself on his knees and fell to the ground! When the old prime minister saw the emperor like this, he let go of his hand, and his sword fell to the ground, and the old man also knelt down, and knelt in front of the emperor.

Garcia burst into tears and looked at Salumbonelli: "Prime minister, you tell me, you look me in the eye, you tell me, am I an emperor of a dead country? I did everything I could! I ...... I...... I don't deserve this result!I shouldn't!!This is unfair, unfair!!I don't covet pleasure, I never dare to slack off on government affairs!I, I shouldn't be an emperor who has lost my country!!!This is unfair, unfair!!" Salenbonili's heart was like a knife, and he looked at the young man in front of him who was on the verge of collapse.

Perhaps because of his age, in the eyes and heart of the old man, the young man in front of him did not have much of the majesty of the so-called emperor, especially this 31, in front of him, it seemed that Garcia was just a desperate and decadent young man. In my heart, the young emperor really didn't deserve such an ending.

He worked hard enough, and he was diligent enough, after being crowned and enthroned, he could be regarded as an emperor, he had never enjoyed the power and benefits of the position of emperor for a day, and he walked on thin ice almost every day, although the matter of hastily signing an alliance with the Landis was not discussed, but when he thought about it, he did not seem to have much choice......

It can even be said that even if anyone is changed, in his position and situation, it is impossible to do better than him. It is not his responsibility to be in such a state of affairs, or to put it simply, he is just very unlucky, born in such an era, born in such a time when the imperial power is in decline.

At the beginning of the Tema Military Region system a hundred years ago, the imperial power was lost and the warlords were in power, but to this day, it is indeed a little unfair for him to bear the consequences.

Taking a deep breath, the old prime minister tried to calm himself: "Your Majesty, now." 'il！i...... r......”

"Now?" Garcia stood up suddenly, and he sneered repeatedly, "Now, I'll tell you what to do now! I've done everything I should have done! I've done everything I have to do to save this empire! But I've failed! So I'm telling you, now I have to do something for myself! I, Garcia, will never die here! I don't want to be a prisoner of those rebels!" I don't want to be caught by the rebels, I don't want them to hang my head like a flag on the flagpole to shine a light on their success!

When the old prime minister heard this, he still had some compassion in his heart just now, and the beast mushroom sank suddenly, looked up at Garcia, and said in a lost voice: "Your Majesty, you, you want to escape?!"