Countless people watched the reactions of several nobles, doubted, and walked out one after another.

But the scene in front of them made their eyes widen,

They just can't accept it.

Huge carriage after carriage was piled up with countless corpses.

The bodies were almost shoehorned into the carriage, blood and rancid stench sealed in the carriage.

Several soldiers, expressionless, stepped forward and opened one carriage after another.

The corpses that had been forced into it fell off to the grass the moment the door of the carriage was opened.

The smell of blood and rancid quickly spread through the vast courtyard, and the stench soared into the air.

The smell of decay accompanied the falling corpses towards the crowd.

Like a vicious beast's sticky and fishy giant tongue, licking everyone's body.

Countless nobles looked at the scene in front of them, and their stomachs couldn't help but turn upside down.

They covered their mouths and quickly turned their heads, but they couldn't stop trembling.

Why, all of a sudden, so many corpses were transported?

Their bodies were as if they had been specially preserved, and there were no signs of decay in sight.

It's like the unjust soul in each corpse, forcibly sealed on a lifeless flesh and blood body.

Piles and piles of corpses kept falling in the courtyard.

The nobles looked at the corpses all over the ground, their faces as pale as paper.

At this time, Aurelian also walked out with the twelve ministers,

She also felt extremely sick when she saw countless corpses piled up.

The twelve ministers of the empire also narrowed their eyes and held their foreheads, suppressing their nausea.

Finally, August walked out slowly, with a calm face.

He looked at Aurelian, who couldn't contain his disgust, and said with a smile:

"I'm sorry, Your Highness Princess, I may have scared you."

"But rest assured, this will not affect you."

What do you mean?

The atmosphere around was silent and tense.

Although the meaning of Auguste's words was not clear, several nobles present rushed at him angrily and asked in a loud voice:

"August! What the hell are you doing! ”

"A good diplomatic banquet, you made it look like this!"

These words were like lighting a fuse, and anger spread rapidly in the field.

Their dissatisfaction and anger at August was like a volcano erupting at the moment.

And Auguste listened to their accusations and looked at their anger, and his face was still calm:

"Don't get so excited, guys."

"Why don't you keep your eyes open and see if these people feel familiar?"

The aristocrats stared at the corpses, and suddenly, many were speechless in shock.

Most of these corpses were guards who had died in the previous siege of the Subhumans, as well as civilians who had unfortunately been involved.

On that day, the royal city was destroyed.

A great deal of life was lost under the iron hooves of the subhumans.

Originally, the bodies were supposed to be cremated respectfully and the ashes melted into the soil of the kingdom.

But now, they have been brought here.

This, why is that?

Don't......?

"Because I need these corpses."

August's smile almost reached the root of his ears, and he laughed:

"Do you know what is needed for the corpse of a blood sacrifice? That's right, warriors who died unnaturally. ”

"These glorious corpses are simply the most suitable devotees for blood sacrifices."

The moment the words fell, the nobles present seemed to suddenly understand something.

The rebellion in the royal city was due to the invasion of the subhumans.

But why would those organized and disciplined sub-people choose such a good time to invade the royal city when the defense is weak?

Why, by chance, did the king have no guards around him?

All this is too much of a coincidence.

Countless nobles' eyes widened,

They completely understood, understood how all this happened, and understood who was the initiator.

But now, they could only watch the almost mad king, with a frenzied glint in his eyes and laughing wildly.

He opened his arms and announced to the crowd:

"Please witness this."

"The Blood Sacrifice is about to begin."

The scarlet light pierced through the thick clouds and tenderly embraced the full moon.

The moon seemed to be submerged in a sea of blood, and its pure white was stained with blood, like scarlet eyes.

Blood rained down from the sky, casting a halo over the desolate land.

Above the vast courtyard a scarlet and obscure formation emerges.

The intricate lines are like a dry river, surrounding the corpses lying quietly.

The scarlet formation seemed to have life, and the bright red lines danced in the light, like slowly flowing blood.

The formation reached out like tentacles to the corpses, and strange runes crawled up the corpses like ants, tattooing the earth underneath.

The courtyard shimmered in the reflection of the scarlet light, coloring everyone present with a blood-colored halo.

The nobles stared nervously at the strange scene in front of them, and scolded Auguste:

"Auguste, you brute!"

"You did it on purpose, you deliberately let those subhumans enter the royal city and destroy the royal city!"

"Those innocent soldiers and civilians all died at the hands of you, the king!!"

August looked at the angry nobles and showed a calm smile:

"Yes, I did it on purpose."

Hearing August's calm tone, the nobles present were all stunned.

In the scarlet moonlight, August's shadow was stretched even longer.

The blood on his face was reflected more vividly, and the blazing light in his eyes was even more scorching.

He slowly raised his head, his deep gaze swept over every nobleman present, and his tone was flat:

"You have always disobeyed me, even though I am your king."

"You hate me, but you have to be respectful to me because of bullshit."

"Otherwise, the Grand Duke's punishment will befall each of you."

Many of the noble lords looked at each other, but none of them could speak.

Indeed, the counts or marquises who followed the previous king were indeed as Auguste said.

They were really unconvinced Auguste.

After all, before August took office, they were already lords.

And Auguste didn't have much to admire.

More so because Duke Faestin Barlow served the royal family, the old nobles had to show respect to August.

And what these noble lords are afraid of is only the Grand Duke of Barlow.

So, August was telling the truth.

At this time, August slowly narrowed his eyes and said:

"But now, I don't have to care about your attitude towards me."

The tentacle lines above the formation had passed through all the corpses, and the blood moon above the sky had begun to slowly fall down a thin red line.

Following the scarlet light, it gradually connected to those countless corpses.

The imperceptible blood-colored aura above the formation merged into those corpses.

Afterward, they struggled and wriggled from the ground, as if they had regained consciousness and come back to life.

The nobles' eyes widened, and they felt a wave of nausea as they felt the pungent stench and blood rush into their nostrils:

"Dead ...... Necromancy!? ”

"Nope."

August laughed indifferently:

"It's a blood slave."

Finally, a noble earl could no longer hold back and drew a sword that flashed with cold light from his waist.

Dressed in a lead-colored robe, he flew through the air, his face resolute.

"August! Your crimes must be punished! ”

He was full of confidence, convinced that his fourth-order strength would definitely defeat August easily.

He slammed under his feet, and the whole person rushed towards August with the whistling sound of the wind around him.

The cold light flashed, turning into a silver meteor under the blood-colored night sky, which instantly pierced Auguste's body.

Sand dust kicked up and slowly drifted down around the two of them.

The people present didn't even have time to react, and the scene in front of them made them jaw-dropping.

August stood in place, his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief, looking at the cold blade inserted into his body,

His body trembled, and a stream of warm blood spurted from his mouth.

"You ......"

Countless people's eyes widened as they watched this violent act of killing the king, and even Aurelian was extremely shocked.

Only Count Laurean remained flat, as if nothing had happened.

After the earl stabbed Auguste with a knife, his expression was extremely calm.

Suddenly, his eyes widened in horror as if he had sensed something.

His arm suddenly exerted force, but he found that his long blade had been embedded in Auguste's body, and he couldn't pull it out.

August suddenly raised his head, smiling, with blood at the corners of his mouth.

"Do you really believe it?"

"I lied to you."

Hmmm-

Two cold lights flashed in an instant, and only one of the three blades that Auguste had originally worn on his waist was now left.

The count felt a chill on his neck, and the image before him began to spin.

He felt time around him slow down while he looked at the stunned crowd.

Soon, the picture freezes in front of the two bodies.

Strange, how did the August in front of him look so tall?

And this body...... So familiar, whose body is this?

They're so tall, so tall.

What's going on?

What warm dripping on your face?

Oh..... That's my body.

Bang!

The lead-robed body slumped to the ground, blood soaking the grass and spilling scarlet.

And Auguste's two long swords returned to his waist.

He gently pulled out the blade of the sword on his chest, and he didn't even feel the slightest pain:

"I almost forgot to tell you that I was the most gifted student in the history of Star Academy."

"It's just that this achievement doesn't help you to become a king."

He licked the blood off the corner of his mouth, and the scarlet in his eyes seemed to become more fanatical:

"Unfortunately, you never knew me."

"Without strength, how can I be a king?"

In the next second, countless blood slaves struggled to climb up from the ground, dragging their twisted bodies, and behind the bodies, a blood-colored silk thread was connected.

And at the end of the silk thread, connected to the scarlet full moon.

August stood in front of the Blood Slave, his eyes gradually filled with a scarlet color with the Blood Moon.

In the midst of the shock of countless nobles, he gently dropped his smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our banquet is not over yet."

He faced the castle-like mansion of Count Laurien, the blood moon in the sky, and spread his arms hidden beneath his robes.

Behind him, the blood slaves also stretched out their twisted and shriveled hands along with Auguste.

As if thirsting for blood, leaning forward, pulling at his hoarse throat, and August:

"Praise the moon."