I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

I don’t know how long it took, but someone pushed open the door of the hall and walked in.

The person who entered the door was Wolfe. At this moment, his body was covered in blood and there were more or less wounds on his body, but they were not fatal.

He looked around and saw that the entire hall was full of corpses. All the palace guards who came in had their throats sealed with a precise sword without suffering too much pain.

The ground was dyed red with blood, and the strong smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.

Arthur was sitting on the steps under the throne. His body was covered with blood, and his hands were supporting the holy sword. There was no blood on the sword. In the dark space, Arthur's eyes were flickering. Brilliance.

Wolfe also noticed the emperor on the throne who had his chest stabbed.

He quickly stepped forward to check around the emperor, and after a moment, he concluded.

"He committed suicide."

Hearing this, Arthur raised his head and looked at him.

"Whether it is held in the forehand or the backhand, the sword will not penetrate at this angle." Wolfe said, "The probability of suicide is higher."

After a pause, Wolfe murmured in confusion, "But why did he commit suicide?"

"In order to continue the war, so that the Spanish Empire will not be defeated because he was kidnapped." Arthur said, "He also has a crown prince, but he is not in the imperial capital."

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

Arthur slowly stood up from the stairs and asked, "How is it outside now?"

"The Knights have already occupied the palace, but nearby troops should be heading here."

"I understand." Arthur turned his head and looked at the corpse on one side and said, "Take his crown out to show the troops, and tell them that their emperor, Louis XV, has been kidnapped by us and ask them to surrender. "

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

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

For us, our purpose is to kidnap the emperor of the West Asian Empire, but it doesn't really matter whether the emperor is true or false.

The important thing is that others think the Louis XV in our hands is genuine or fake. "

Arthur said calmly.

“Now that we have captured the palace, no one will think that the Louis XV in our hands is fake.

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

I have killed all witnesses, as long as the information is blocked.

Enough to allow us to achieve the strategic goals we want. "

A glimmer of light flashed in Wolfe's eyes, "I understand, I will have people block the news now."

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

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

There are more than 10,000 elites. Although many people were lost in the attack, there are only about 10,000 people. It is still very simple to face the defenders of these imperial cities.

This is also thanks to this era, but it cannot be successful if it goes forward or hundreds of years later.

Hundreds of years ago, the imperial city must have been a city wall. The cavalry had no way of attacking the city, and they had more means to deal with the cavalry.

In the next few hundred years, as the population increases and it becomes more difficult to hide, and communication becomes closer, their traces will soon be discovered.

The Spanish Empire has a huge territory, but its defeat is also due to its huge territory. It is vast and sparsely populated, and more than 10,000 people can easily be hidden across most of the empire.

The corridor is full of cavalry armed with firearms. They stand in two rows, with solemn faces and high spirits.

Wolfe directly called two members of the Knights and told them to enter the meeting hall and look at the body of Louis XV.

They walked out of the palace, and the battlefield outside had ended. Many Spanish Empire soldiers were tied up by their people and gathered on the lawn on one side.

The moment Arthur came out, all the eyes of the Spanish Empire were focused on him, and soon they saw the crown held by Wolfe.

Everyone's eyes dimmed.

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

But there was no joy on Arthur's face.

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

It still looks dim and bright, giving people the feeling of being in the evening.

It was already past four in the morning when they attacked the imperial capital. Now that several hours have passed, there is no reason why the sky is still like this.

"What's wrong?" Wolfe asked.

"It's nothing, maybe I'm just paranoid." Arthur said.

He looked around.

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

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

A heavy sleepiness gradually swept over Arthur's body, making him feel dazed.

The surrounding soldiers, including the tied Royal Palace Guards, began to fall one after another and fell into coma.

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

He looked around and found that Wolfe had also fallen to the ground, and everyone visible nearby had also fallen asleep.

The whole city was shrouded in this strange fog, as silent as death. Dawn did not come, but an even darker darkness came.

Arthur seemed to feel something. His pupils shrank slightly and he turned his head sharply to look at the palace, as if he wanted to see the scene of the meeting hall through the walls of the palace.

In that chamber.

Louis XV's body was slowly uprighting, just like the Marquis that Heilang had killed. The blood under him 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 suddenly, and the difference between the white and the black of the eyes was completely lost, and there was only a deep blackness, like an abyss.

There was a strange and deep aura exuding from his body, and the smoke around him seemed to be spreading in all directions with him as the center.

He raised his hand, grabbed the sword inserted into his chest, and slowly pulled it out without taking away any blood.

He raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the door. A figure was slowly walking towards this side.

He grinned slowly.

"I can only say that he is truly worthy of being the chosen holy king.

There are not many people who can resist my field.

You really brought me a lot of trouble.

Arthur Brittania. "

Arthur slowly walked in from the corridor. The two members of the Celtic Knights guarding the meeting room also fell into a deep sleep, but their lives were not in danger.

Arthur raised his eyes and looked at Louis XV on the high platform.

"who are you?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Louis XV grinned and said, "Louis XV, the emperor of the Spanish Empire you are holding hostage."

"No, you are not him." Arthur shook his head. "He is already dead, and you have taken over 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?"

"It seems that I asked first, didn't I?" Arthur said.

Louis XV let out a low chuckle.

"You are really difficult to deal with.

When my people started the war in Western France, they estimated that the Eastern Front would take at least seven to eight years. You pushed it to the imperial capital in a few months, and even wiped out the entire Western France, allowing my It is difficult for people to intervene.

There is also the battlefield on the southern front, which I am more confident about.

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

Arthur's eyes narrowed, "Are you behind all this?"

"Is it surprising?" he teased.

"It's not surprising." Arthur said, "When I reviewed the situation, I felt that there was something fishy about this war."

He raised his eyes and looked at Louis XV.

"what is your purpose?"

"It's nothing, just die a few people." Louis XV said calmly, "Unfortunately, the number of people who died in this war is still far from meeting my requirements."

"How many deaths do you want?" Arthur asked.

"Tens of millions," he said casually.

"Tens of millions!?" Arthur opened his eyes.

But soon, a hint of imperceptible sullenness appeared on his face, and he clenched his fists.

"Even Britannia only has over 80 million people!"

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

After a pause, he nodded to himself, "Your country is too big, so that's normal."

He sighed.

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

"But you came just in time!"

Arthur reached his hand to his waist, grasped the hilt of the sword, and prepared to rush directly to the man on the throne.

But at that moment, his pupils shrank slightly to a point.

He couldn't move at all and could only maintain this position.

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

Louis XV on the throne looked down at him.

"You are indeed outstanding. There may not be many people like you in the entire history of mankind.

But unfortunately, the enemy you face.

But God”

He raised his hand, raised his fingers and slowly pointed them at Arthur's forehead, murmuring softly.

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