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The black cloak stood on the edge of the wall with its arms outstretched, and the passing wind blew his hood, revealing a scarred face and a bald head that was also scarred.

"Even if you become a demon, you will surely purify the world, and we are the Salvation Army. ”

As if to read the opening sentence to the prey, Scarface said it and leapt down the walls.

Even the army with bows and arrows exclaimed, no one knows why this madman who washed the east gate in blood suddenly couldn't think of committing suicide, it couldn't be because he couldn't see the hope of living, right?

But then, a terrifying scene appeared, Scarface spread his arms in the air, laughed maniacally, and then ...... He fell to the ground so hard.

Well, no more laughing.

Scarface's bald head fell to the ground, not into a pile of rotten flesh, but like a human-shaped water bag, splattered with blood, and other than that, neither flesh nor bones existed.

This bloody scene frightened the army enough, it was not that they had never seen dead people, but it was rare for them to die so exaggeratedly.

The commander of the archery team blushed with iron, and he reached out to wipe the blood splashed on his cheek with his fingertips. But just before he touched the bloodstain, a tingling pain went from his cheek to his brain, and then, he didn't know anything.

The soldiers with bows and arrows watched the commander get his head knocked to the head by a bright red spike, and they were horrified and aimed their bows and arrows at the commander's corpse, and their superior eyesight allowed them to judge that the attack was coming from the commander's side, but they did not know the exact location, so they had to defend themselves in this inefficient way.

This kind of defense, which is not even clear, is useless, because in addition to the commander, there are many people who have also been splashed with the blood of Scarface's bald head.

With a dense tearing sound, all the soldiers who were splashed with blood were covered in the footsteps of the commander, and for a while, the ranks of the army were covered with bright red thorns.

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Ten minutes earlier, when Scarface and Bald appeared at the east gate, someone had sent this information to the palace, and at the same time as the reinforcements arrived, the herald also came to the outside of the main hall.

At this time, most of the nobles and important ministers of the entire kingdom gathered in the audience hall to discuss the future direction of the country. The first and second princesses had not yet been found, and the possibility that the two princesses had already met with an accident could not be ruled out, so the most powerful Balkan count proposed to form a provisional council to temporarily take over the administration of the country until an heir to the throne was found.

Of course, such a proposal was greatly hindered, and most of the obstacles came from General Igor, the old leader of the king's faction, and the heads of the various provinces of the kingdom.

There is no way to do this, even if Count Fat Pig uses his children to replace his parents to gain the greatest power, but it does not mean that these new heads of the family can completely replace their fathers, and this group of new generations who have just taken power are still very unconfident against Igor, a group of real power figures.

Looking at Igor's stubborn old face, Count Fat Pig was very angry but had no tricks, Igor was not a Matthausen who lost his support and the wall was pushed by everyone, it was not so easy to get rid of, and with Igor's influence, the methods used to deal with other nobles would not work.

Igor didn't take Count Fat Pig in his eyes at all, no matter how much Count Fat Pig did and how much power he gained, he was just a low-status count in Igor's eyes, not to mention that Count Fat Pig was still the lackey of the nouveau riche of the Duke of Fear Mountain, which made Igor look down on him.

"I strongly disagree with your stupid and disgusting plan, no one can replace the royal family, and I think that if the first king were still alive, he would definitely agree with my old bones. ”

It's always like this, this old immortal always relies on his oldest seniority among all the nobles to rely on the old and sell the old, but no one can refute it, because this is a fact. To make matters worse, this old immortal was not only one of the most powerful dukes, but also a general who controlled most of Heberis's army.

Earl Fat Pig is too lazy to entangle with this-stirring stick anymore, he is thinking about how to get rid of this old immortal and kill this old immortal, otherwise his plan will never be successfully implemented, and even if it is really successfully implemented, there will be such an old thing stuck in the gears and hindering the normal operation.

You don't have to be unaware, as long as people can't find evidence and truth. Obviously, asking for bats is a good way to do this, and even if the two have differences, they are on the same page in these general directions.

The two people in the center were silent, so the surroundings could only be quiet.

Under such circumstances, the sound of the knock on the door of the main hall was clearly audible, and many people wrinkled the door when they heard this sound.

The door of the main hall was opened, and a blood-stained herald stumbled into the main hall, and after closing the main hall door, he knelt down in front of the nobles and ministers with a look of trepidation.

"My lords, not long ago, a man in a black cloak broke through the walls of the east gate, and killed most of the defenders alone, and I was the only one who managed to escape while he was killing the others....... ”

The herald's face was terrified, and he described in vivid detail how strong the black cloak was, how cruel the killing methods were, and how critical the situation was.

"Really?"

Igor walked towards the herald with a gloomy face, his hand holding the sword at his waist trembling slightly with anger. In the face of the sudden crisis, the old general showed his due courage, he bypassed the herald, walked to the door of the main hall, the wizened fingers of his left hand had already touched the door, but he did not rush to open the door, but kept his back to the herald, and said to himself.

"But before that, we must get rid of the moles here. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a magic pattern appeared on Igor's crumpled skin, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed with a speed that did not fit the old and weak body, and slashed at the herald.

Igor was a little amused, this stupid thief thought that this level of disguise could fool him? Even if the lie that only he escaped alive was excluded, when would a small herald be able to carry a bloodstain through the layers of guards and directly enter the main hall of the audience?

Is it true that everyone thinks of themselves as dry bones in the grave because of their old age? What a foolishness, it is not possible to grasp military power with such an old body and rely on seniority alone.

With the sound of a sharp blade tearing through a human body, bright red blood spurted out. (To be continued.) )