I don't know how long it took for someone to push the door of this hall and walk in.

It was Wolf who entered the door, and at the moment his body was covered in blood, and there were some wounds on his body, but they were not fatal.

He looked around, the entire hall was full of corpses at the moment, and all the palace guards who came in had their throats sealed with a precise sword, and they did not suffer too much.

Blood stained the ground red, and the smell of blood came to my nose.

Arthur sat on the stairs under the throne, his body was covered with blood, his hands supported the holy sword, there was no blood on the sword, and in the dark space, Arthur's eyes flashed with flickering light.

Wolf also noticed the emperor on the throne who was impaled in the chest.

He stepped forward quickly to inspect the Emperor's vicinity, and after a moment, he concluded.

"He committed suicide."

Hearing this, Arthur looked up at him.

"Whether it's held in the forehand or backhand, the sword won't pierce at this angle." "The probability of suicide is higher," Wolf said. ”

After a pause, Wolf murmured a little confused, "But. . . Why did he kill himself? ”

"In order for the war to continue, so that the Western Empire will not be defeated by his abduction." Arthur said, "He also has a crown prince, but not in the royal capital. ”

"It seems that this emperor still has some blood." Wolf muttered.

Arthur slowly got up from the stairs and asked, "How's it going out there?" ”

"The Knights have taken possession of the palace, but the nearby troops should rush this way."

"I see." Arthur turned his head to look at the corpse on the side and said, "Take his crown out and show it to the army, and say that their emperor, Louis XV, has been held hostage by us and told them to surrender." ”

Hearing this, Wolf raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"I have a magic that can disguise people as someone else.

For us, our purpose is to hold the emperor of the West Asian Empire hostage, but it doesn't really matter whether this emperor is real or not.

The important thing is that others think that Louis XV in our hands is real or fake. ”

Arthur said calmly.

"Now that we have stormed the palace, no one will think that Louis XV in our hands is a fake.

There will be no so-called real Louis XV jumping out.

I've killed all the witnesses, as long as the news is blocked.

Enough for us to achieve the strategic goals we want. ”

A twinkle flashed in Wolfe's eyes, "I see, I'll have the news blocked now." ”

"Call someone to come here and watch, and I'll go out with you to have a look."

With that, Arthur followed directly behind Wolfe, and the corridor outside was now completely controlled by the Celtic Knights.

The elite of more than 10,000 people, although they lost a lot of people in the attack, there were also about 10,000 people, and it was still very simple to face the defenders of these imperial cities.

This is also due to this era, but anything that goes back or hundreds of years will not succeed.

In the past few hundred years, the imperial city must have been walled, and their cavalry could not attack the city at all, and they had more means to deal with the cavalry.

In the next few hundred years, it was more difficult to hide as the population grew, and the communication became closer, and their traces were soon discovered.

The territory of the Western Empire is very large, but the defeat is also due to the huge territory, the land is vast and sparsely populated, and more than 10,000 people can easily hide across most of the empire.

The corridors were full of cavalrymen armed with guns, and they stood in two rows, with solemn faces and spirits.

Wolf directly greeted the two members of the Knights, and told them to enter the council chamber and look at the corpse of Louis XV.

They walked out of the palace, and the battlefield outside was over, and many soldiers of the Western Empire were tied up by their men and gathered on the lawn on one side.

The moment Arthur came out, all the eyes of the Western Empire were focused on him, and soon, they saw the crown that Wolf was holding.

Everyone's eyes darkened.

At this moment, they already knew the end of the country.

But there was no joy on Arthur's face.

He raised his head and stared at the sky with a serious face.

It's still that misty appearance, which makes people feel like they're in the evening.

It was already past four o'clock in the morning when they attacked the imperial capital, and now that hours had passed, there was no reason for the sky to still be like this.

"What's wrong?" Wolf asked.

"It's nothing, maybe it's just that I'm suspicious." Arthur said.

He looked around.

The morning fog seemed to be getting thicker and thicker, and the whole city was shrouded in smoke and became more and more hazy.

But suddenly, I don't know if it's because of the days of fighting, I relaxed my spirit at this moment.

A heavy sleepiness gradually swept over Arthur's body, causing him to be in a trance.

The surrounding warriors, including the tied palace guards, began to fall one by one, falling into a coma.

Arthur seemed to sense something was wrong, and immediately bit his tongue to make himself sober up.

He looked around and saw that Wolf had also fallen to the ground, and that the people in the vicinity had fallen into a deep sleep.

The whole city was shrouded in this strange mist, as silent as death, and the dawn did not come, but an even more drowsy darkness came

Arthur seemed to sense something, his pupils contracted slightly, and he turned his head sharply to look at the palace, as if he wanted to see the council chamber through the walls of the palace.

In that chamber.

Louis XV's body was slowly straightening up, like the Marquis that Hei Lang had killed in the first place, and the blood under his body began to flow back, and the blood on the carpet gradually faded and gradually flowed back to his body.

As the last drop of blood returned, he opened his eyes violently, and the difference between the whites of his eyes and the blacks of his eyes was completely lost, and some were only a deep pitch black, like an abyss.

There was a strange and deep aura exuding from his body, and the smoke around him seemed to spread around him.

He raised his hand, grabbed the sword that was inserted into his chest, and slowly drew it out, not taking any blood with him.

He looked up in the direction of the gate, and a figure was slowly walking towards him.

He grinned slowly.

"I can only say that I really deserve to be the Chosen Saint King.

There aren't many people who can stand up to my field.

You're really. I've caused a lot of trouble.

Arthur Britannia. ”

Arthur walked slowly through the corridor, and the two members of the Celtic Order who were guarding the chamber fell asleep, but not in danger of their lives.

Arthur looked up at Louis XV on the high platform.

"Who are you?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Louis XV grinned, "Louis XV, the Emperor of the Western Empire that you are holding hostage. ”

"No, you're not him." Arthur shook his head and said, "He's dead, and you're in possession of his body." ”

Louis XV narrowed his eyes slightly, "It seems that someone has systematically taught you to understand the mystery, I am a little curious, who is the person behind you?" ”

"Like, I asked first, didn't I?" Arthur said.

Louis XV let out a small chuckle.

"You're really hard to deal with.

When my people provoked a war in West France, it was estimated that it would take at least seven to eight years to fight on the Eastern Front, and you would push it to the imperial capital in a few months, and even wipe out the entire West France, making it difficult for my people to intervene.

There is also the battlefield on the Southern Front, which is a battlefield in which I am more confident.

You have raided the imperial capital in a short period of time, which really caught me off guard. ”

Arthur's eyes narrowed, "You are behind all this?" ”

"Was it a surprise?" He quipped.

"Not unexpected." Arthur said, "When I reviewed it, I felt that this war had started strangely. ”

He looked up at Louis XV.

"What is your purpose?"

"It's nothing, just kill some people." Louis XV said calmly, "Unfortunately, the number of dead in this war is still far from what I wanted." ”

"How much do you want to die?" Arthur said.

"Tens of millions." He said casually.

"Tens of millions!?" Arthur's eyes opened.

But soon, a subtle look of anger appeared on his face, and he clenched his fists.

"Even Britannia has just over 80 million people!"

"It's 120 million." Louis XV reminded, "How long has it been since you had a census?" ”

After a pause, he nodded to himself, "Your territory is too big, but it's normal." ”

He sighed.

"I didn't want to come in person, but you're such a nuisance."

"But you're just in time!"

Arthur reached his waist and gripped the hilt of his sword, ready to charge directly at the man on the throne.

But at that moment, his pupils shrank slightly.

He couldn't move at all, so he could only maintain this position.

It was as if there was an absolute power that froze his soul and body in place, but his consciousness was awake.

Louis XV on the throne looked at him condescendingly.

"You are indeed very good, and there may not be a few people like you in the entire history of mankind.

But alas. The enemy you're facing.

But God."

He raised his hand, raised his finger and slowly aimed it at Arthur's forehead, and whispered softly.

"Sleep forever, in the dream world, you will get everything you want."

(End of chapter)