Arad's crooked savior

The last four legions of the empire, with a total of more than 200,000 soldiers, as well as many knights loyal to the emperor, stood outside the golden capital of Weitalun City, with a chilling atmosphere and an overwhelming atmosphere.

This was already the last conventional force of the empire. The lords from various places and their private armies were defeated steadily by the revolutionary army. They were completely overwhelmed and had no way to come to the king.

Duke Conard and Marquis Crowell have awakened their thoughts and have great ambitions. Ten years from now, the Delos Empire will definitely be upright and aboveboard.

They stood up, no matter what the final outcome was, at this moment, they stood proudly in front of everyone.

Several legions and knights in the empire were also awakened to have "righteous" hearts. They felt deeply that they had been deceived by the emperor one after another. They stopped fighting and led their troops to approach Vetalon. They needed a reasonable explanation.

Rotten blood, moth-eaten bones, and ruined souls need a major reform.

The palace hall is splendid and majestic. It uses the most expensive materials and is made by the best architects with huge manpower and dexterity, demonstrating the supreme dignity of the royal family.

Now the main hall and the hall are filled with panic. The nobles and celebrities who are greedy for pleasure feel sour in their hearts, as if they have chewed a mouthful of yellow lotus.

What the hell, less than half a year has passed since the Chaos Legion besieged the city.

Why, in the blink of an eye, Weitalun was surrounded by the empire's own army again, could he still enjoy a luxurious life with peace of mind.

There was even a confused person who suggested that the feng shui of the golden capital, Vetalun, was not good, so it was better to change the location of the capital. Leon, who laughed angrily, slapped him until he was dead.

The magnificent palace was bustling and noisy. Leon, who was sitting on the throne, felt increasingly agitated. The headache that had been cured showed signs of recurrence again.

"Shut up, it's just a temporary gain for the resistance forces. They scare you like wild ghosts. The aristocratic etiquette that usually prides itself on being elegant is no different from the barbaric savages at this moment!"

After Leon cursed angrily, he also knew that these guys were just cherishing their lives and had no other choice, so they gathered in the palace hall, rather than loyal supporters of the monarch and willing to become the monarch's last line of defense.

They just couldn't get out.

No wise person can give him any useful advice at this moment, the brave and loyal Duke Conard, the virtuous and courteous Queen Josephine, the clever Celia... He is now alone and helpless.

"Since I was born in this era and stand now, I must shoulder the greatest destiny. The emperor is the emperor who stands above hundreds of millions of people!"

Leon's eyes revealed unparalleled murderous intent, and he made a gesture to the secret. Since the chaotic whirlpool gathered in Weitalun again, he would use "killing" to restore the glory of the empire.

The empire has the absolute foundation to turn defeat into victory.

He wanted to imitate his ancestor Heron Baden, who killed more than a dozen vassal states and suppressed everything with iron and blood before proclaiming himself emperor.

Heroes are made on the battlefield, and glory is praised in praises!

"His Majesty."

Someone suddenly spoke softly, and the heroic and majestic emperor suddenly trembled. He slowly turned his head to look at the corner of the hall. Queen Josephine, who had lived in the palace for a long time, had a tall and slender figure and was much thinner. Her flawless and beautiful cheeks were full of Haggard.

The memory was awakened in a flash. As a young and noble man, he saw a delicate and bright girl in a white dress at a glance at a noble dance. She was as beautiful and pure as a flower that had been in full bloom for a moment, and even the bees had no time to stop.

Although he and Josephine were in a political marriage, they were still considered to be a talented man and a beautiful woman. After their marriage, they respected each other as guests and the family was harmonious.

"Your Majesty, look at your hands." Queen Josephine gave a gentle lady's salute, respectfully turned and left.

There is a chastity dagger hidden in her sleeves. If the emperor's fate is destined, then as the queen, she should also bear joint and several responsibilities to atone for her sins with death for the people of the world.

"my hand?"

Leon frowned and looked down at his hands. In his hands were the killing gloves of his ancestor Emperor Heron, a precious and powerful secret treasure that had helped his ancestor to be victorious and invincible.

Was the queen wishing that she could be like her ancestors, or was there some deeper meaning that he couldn't understand yet.

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"Gravus, you are a passenger on the ship of decay, why don't you try to protect yourself wisely." Crow Weir sighed and shook his head. The stubborn old guy in front of him still has not been able to pick up the first sword.

"Marquis Crowwell, you are well. You seem to look a bit younger again." Gravus smiled, feeling slightly relieved and sad to meet this old friend again, unexpectedly on the battlefield of tit-for-tat. superior.

A Marquis with a prominent reputation in the empire and the first head of the Royal Knights, Crowe Weir was no less influential than Duke Conard Kruger. He was also a sincere monarch.

"Graus, Delos has decayed. There is no need for you to sink into the sea with it." Crow Will said seriously, and finally tried to persuade him.

Although there are many intrigues and intrigues among the nobles, how could it be possible that when we were young more than forty years ago, we didn't have much friendship with each other.

They were once carefree, young and arrogant, and were the "dandy" children of this golden city.

Then he spent half his life in court, serving the only monarch, and the people he saw when he lowered his head and looked up were all "old friends".

I thought I would continue to be like this until I grow old, but fate plays tricks on people, which is extremely ridiculous.

"The Walter family has received many favors and rewards from His Majesty over the years. The monarch is so kind and his subjects are courageous and loyal."

Glaus is not deliberately sarcastic. Everyone has a choice. When a coin is tossed, there are only three outcomes: heads, tails, and vertical.

Judy, the talker of the Ringwood family, once joked that "smart betrayal is better than foolish loyalty", but there is really no shortage of "foolish" people in this world.

He, Margrave Glaus Walter, whose family has received great favor from the royal family for hundreds of years, has nothing to repay, he just does his best.

Siatt held Lei Woding in her arms, her bright and beautiful eyes slightly complicated. She glanced at her father beside her, only to find that he had the same expression.

"Mr. Glavus hugged you when you were a child, but it's a pity..." Count Orson murmured, clenching his fingers slightly, but feeling weak.

Everyone has his own choice, and he couldn't force Gravus to join the revolutionary army.

"Gravus, you..." Conard was about to say something, but saw the other party shaking his head slightly. The battlefield is only iron and blood. Reminiscing about old times and chatting will be left for later.

If everyone is still alive.

Seeing that his cousin Qianying seemed a little confused, Siatt explained: "Margrave Gravus Walter, his family is one of the founding fathers of the empire, and he is a famous warrior. He has always had a strict military style in running the army, and he is knowledgeable and talented. , even in his sixtieth year, the emperor was reluctant to let him retire."

My cousin is an adopted daughter, not an aristocratic lady of orthodox origin. She inevitably does not have a complete understanding of the aristocracy of the Delos Empire, nor can she understand the feelings between Duke Conard's friends.

If time passes forward thirty or forty years later, and everyone looks back at the present moment, they may have the feeling that after years of accumulation, everything is unspoken.

"I still can't understand it." Gu Yu muttered, isn't it just a friendship of about fifty years, what's wrong, she is already two hundred years old.

She, her sister You Yu, and Minette of the Senate have been friends for more than a hundred years, but every time they meet, they still find that woman annoying and acting unseemly.

Feng Ying couldn't help but rolled her eyes and poked her head with her finger, "Stupid dark elf, shut up."

Life spans only a hundred years, and others have worked hard to cultivate to the legendary realm, only then can they take the first step to break the invisible shackles of time.

But the awakened ones are already one in ten thousand, dragons and phoenixes among people. The reason why legends are called "legends" is because there are only a few who can achieve this state, just like illusory and ethereal oral legends.

However, if the Dark Elf race is free from diseases and disasters, it is not a problem to live a healthy life and easily live to be eight or nine hundred years old. Especially the old man Xia Pulun in the Senate is almost a thousand years old.

Think about the Tower of Despair again. Some strong human beings who want to break through the realm but lack qualifications have to hide in the tower to survive. The gap is not as big as usual.