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The crystal beads that adorned the chandelier had almost fallen, but they still didn't stop shaking.

The Emperor and the nobles such as Spencer Lucas had come out of the inner chamber and were back with the nobles.

Emperor Stanley III stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, staring out into the drowsy darkness outside.

The royal guards in charge of "defending" the mansion reported again and again, and each time the situation became worse and worse, it had made his heart sink to the bottom. However, Lucas on the side looked coldly, and the young emperor had no intention of backing down at all. If this is the case, even if Chairman Singh can quickly control the situation, he will not be able to escape the poison.

The noble lady and the eldest lady, who were amorous not long ago, could now only huddle and cry in the side room, closely guarded by the royal soldiers, and the main people left in the hall were bureaucrats and nobles, who stood or sat down, but there was no excessive reaction, because the few people who dared to put up a noble stand at this time were already on the ground. Without giving them a chance to defend their quarrels at all, the warning of the royal soldiers was a cold sword, these royal guards who were loyal to the emperor were obviously not selected from the children of the nobles according to the convention, they had no scruples when they made a move against the nobles, and they didn't know if the emperor gave such an order or they also needed to vent their suppressed feelings.

"Your Majesty, for your safety, shall we evacuate here first......" Spencers, the only one who could speak, finally spoke.

"Hmph. Lord Spencers, don't you see the determination of our young majesty?" Lucas still likes to steal other people's words, but now he is not interrupted by the little lost earl, but by the foreign minister who stands beside the emperor, he stalks his neck and looks at Spencers with contempt: "There is no possibility of peace in this war. Doesn't the blood of your colleagues here remind you? Could it be that all the people in the room except you sincerely follow the Council? If the Council is the roof of the Argus people, then they are the cornerstone of the empire! Your Majesty's tyranny today is tantamount to self-destruction of the Great Wall...... It's just that our majesty knows that once the council saves the situation, then although we noble officials may be severely punished, most of us will still be nobles, even if we can't participate in the Argus political arena, but we still don't lose our fancy clothes and food. Manor ......"

He sneered and turned around and smiled coldly at the emperor who was sloppy: "Our emperor ...... What will be left of the young Stanley III? When the time comes, he will not even be able to abdicate in a dignified manner! A spell, a cup of poisoned wine, or even a rope is the only thing our emperor can get!"

The young emperor seemed to be smiling, but there was a murderous look in his eyes: "You know the shape very well." Lucas, it's a shame to have you as the Chief Justice. Do you think I'm going to lose? Even if I lose, why do you think Singh will take you to heart and come here to save you?"

"Speaker Singh certainly doesn't take me to heart. In fact. Actually, now I really hope that Your Majesty the Emperor will be able to take over the Council so that even if I will not be forgiven by you, at least I can live a little longer......" Lucas's tone was calm, but he did not have the panicked feeling at the beginning: "But Your Majesty, you should know as well as I do that it is impossible to defeat the Council and Singh at all! What you are doing now is only for yourself." If Speaker Singh is really angry, it will be completely easy to completely transform Argus into a mage state under the rule of the Council, and then the empire will really be finished!"

"Shut up!" the emperor blushed: "A coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

He yelled not only at Lucas, but also at all the officials and nobles in the hall: "The glory of Argus was bought by the emperors of the past dynasties who led their subjects to cut through thorns and thorns, and was born and died! Not some unknown mage! What about your blood? What about your glory? You think that the nobles are the echo worms in the court, the courtesans at the ball." Incest and nymphomaniacs in the bedroom? Do you know what aristocrats are? Why are you nobles now? I sue you, this is because your ancestors killed all the enemies of them in this land! The so-called nobles are composed of the strongest pirates, mountain bandits, and horse thieves! Even if Lucas is right, I have already made up my mind! Only victory, no defeat, defeat is death! Death is the end of the Argus Empire, so as the nobles of Argus, you will be martyred for the empire with me!

The Emperor's roar caused a commotion in the hall - Is the Emperor crazy? Nor is it qualified to arbitrarily dispose of our life and death, and now he actually says such things?

"Your Majesty! For the sake of the future of the Empire, you must consider making peace with the Archmages of the Council—" A fat nobleman who seemed to be a military general, but had clearly begun to bow down and make fortune, shouted in the crowd.

Stanley III set his eyes on him like a lone wolf trapped in a desperate situation. This look made the fat nobleman shut up suddenly, and he tried to shrink his big belly, hoping that he hadn't said anything, and at the same time understood that no matter how worthy of showing off the status of the nobleman, it would be unwise to annoy someone who was already crazy.

But it was too late. The Emperor waved his hand violently. The fat aristocrat's shiny skull flew up with a circle of stubble and blood splattered on someone's face, like a frisbee that had been thrown out in a very lame way.

The fat nobleman opened his mouth. He looked dazed. His eyes rolled upward, as if to see what was going on with the top of his head. Then he threw himself to his knees and threw himself forward on another aristocratic official, who almost stared out of his sockets, looking at the fat nobleman's skull cavity with extreme horror as part of his brain had been cut off, and he hurriedly pushed it, but accidentally inserted his finger into the fat nobleman's head, and with the warm and sticky feeling came a belching "uh-" from the fat nobleman, and the desperate screams echoed throughout the hall.

"There is no way back for Argus...... I have no way back...... Neither do you. The Emperor rushed at the taxi who was putting his sword into its sheath

An appreciative look, and a cold voice: "Princess, calm down and go with me!"

"The results are out, Your Majesty. ”

Everyone looked towards the door—not counting those who had fainted.

O'Sullivan appeared at the door in a rare unkempt state.

"Count O'Sullivan, great, what's the situation? Darner and Master Kant have already taken control of the council, and what happened to the successive earthquakes?" Spencers immediately greeted him, since he had returned from the mage quarters, now. Yuri O'Sullivan is naturally another figure worth paying attention to.

"O'Sullivan, my friend, I hope you can bring me good news. The Emperor stood straight, but the little reason left in his heart told him not to have any hope, for O'Sullivan could guess from the way he looked—but the Emperor said this anyway, as if he were just a terminally ill man holding the priest's hand and asking, "Shall I be healthy?"

O'Sullivan made his way through the crowd, walked up to the emperor, and fell to one knee.

"Your Majesty. I beg you to leave Watan at once. O'Sullivan said word by word: "The Royal Guard is completely powerless to compete with the council's weapons. Master Kant had left before the battle began, and his whereabouts are unknown, and Lord Darna is leading his army to resist, but he is afraid that there will be more than one bad luck...... There is reason to believe that the entire Tower of Seven Sins has now become Singh's steel fortress!"

The emperor froze. Left?Leaving Watan, am I still the emperor?

O'Sullivan raised his head: "Your Majesty, you must follow me immediately! Now the only way to escape from Watan City is to regroup elsewhere." Rallying the people to rise up against the mages is the best way to go! What we thought was too simple - we can't confront the Council head-on with the army alone!"

A slap fell on O'Sullivan's face. As a warrior who can compete with demonic elves, the emperor's slap seemed to O'Sullivan as if it were slow motion, but he didn't dodge this palm, just looked at Emperor Stanley's distorted face, his eyes were full of shock, humiliation, and unwillingness.

As if he couldn't get angry, the Emperor raised his leg again and kicked him down: "Bastard! Bastard! What are you doing here!Darna is fighting desperately, but you are back to tell me this useless news." And you want to instigate me to escape? I am the Emperor of Agus! Vatan is my home! Where do you want me to go? Maztika? That wild rainforest is where the emperor should go? How dare you say such a thing! This is a betrayal! A naked betrayal! Damn Kant! You, like the damned Kant, betrayed me! So is your family!"

"Betrayal? are you accusing me of betrayal?" O'Sullivan got up from the ground and looked at the emperor in disbelief, looking at the person who was his childhood playmate: "How can you compare me with a villain like Kant?"

His anger was also thoroughly aroused by the Emperor's slap and kick: "For the sake of the Argus Empire, I am always in danger, and I do not hesitate - I am against the Council. You even went against my great-grandfather's precept that 'don't disturb Archmage Lum' and went to the swamp to find a way to defeat Singh and the Council, and what did I get in exchange? You stripped me of my military position and sent me overseas, and I had to deal with the moody Red Tutor Isabella in order to be able to harness the power of the Red Robe Mage Society, and what did I get? I ignored and didn't have any support, and I even had to give my most beloved in order to unite with those who could only help us, in order to gain his trust. The magical weapon Atlas that Archmage Lum gave to our family has been handed over to the other party, and what have I gained? My father was taken from the high-security Imperial prison and died in an unexplained manner!"

"How much have I paid for the Empire, and now you say that I and my family have betrayed you?For the sake of the honor of my O'Sullivan family, Stanley, I beg you to take back your words!"

"Reputation?hahaha, the Argus Empire is going to be finished, what do the little O'Sullivan family want reputation for?" Stanley laughed wildly.

He suddenly stopped laughing, and his face was extremely vicious: "Do you think I don't know? And you, Lao Tzu, I don't know your calculations? Your allegiance is only based on your selfish desire to benefit your poor family! If there is a benefit, you will make a loyal face. If there is no benefit, you will betray the royal family immediately, and you say, what do you want to do? pretend to take me out of the city of Watan, and then restrain me, and deceive the people of Argus in my name, and satisfy your lust for power?"

The crystal chandelier finally fell to the ground and shattered.

"Wishful thinking!" yelled Stanley, who seemed to be a little deranged, "I'm going to execute you! This is my battlefield! I'm here waiting for news of Darna's victory!"

"Your Majesty!" Spencers came up to stop the Emperor with a look of panic, he wanted to stop the young Emperor's madness: "Count O'Sullivan and his family have always been loyal to Argus and Your Majesty!

Blood splattered on the emperor. Spencers looked at the Emperor in disbelief with his eyes wide open, and then looked down at the terrible wound on his chest from his right shoulder to his left hip.

The Foreign Secretary fell to the ground. Stanley gasped with his sword in both hands. It seems that in tonight's war, he has been trained in earth swordsmanship since he was a child, and he has still been able to play some roles.

Then he raised his sword at O'Sullivan.

"All traitors! one less dead! You parasites. Do you think I can't stop the Council from taking Feet? Yes, I can't, but I don't want to! How can I influence today's big plans for the sake of an outdated former earl......

O'Sullivan listened to the emperor's words clearly, and at the same time, he was forced by the blade to retreat - and his face became expressionless again.

"For Agus, I will sentence you to death!" the emperor forced O'Sullivan to the door and stabbed him with his sword, and O'Sullivan seemed to be unable to dodge

Blankly watching-

A figure suddenly stopped in front of O'Sullivan. It's an old man. The Emperor's Earth Sword pierced deep into his body, like a beam of light thrown into the water. No one knows how the old butler of the O'Sullivan family got in, and no one knows why this old guy has such agility and strength. He grabbed the emperor's sword with both hands. No matter how hard Stanley thrashed, he wouldn't let go—his face was calm, as if there was no pain.

O'Sullivan was startled, and then sobered up.

"Bastards! all bastards!

Stanley's voice snapped off.

His eyes widened and his mouth open. His throat moved, and a red line appeared clearly on the neck of Emperor Argus.

"It's not me who betrayed you......" O'Sullivan looked at him, and the warm blood was squeezed out by the pressure in the emperor's body and splashed on the count's indifferent face: "It was you who betrayed me, Stanley." ”

He killed the emperor!

Everyone was shocked. The royal guards, who were too late to react, pounced on the rebel and tried to break the body of this rebellious man into pieces, but they were greeted by ethereal and uncertain. Knife light that was almost out of sight. Stanley spent a lot of money to train and train the henchmen soldiers who were helpless against the ghostly earl, and O'Sullivan roamed the halls, hiding and defending with the help of pillars, nobles, and even the soldiers' own bodies, and each shot was bound to bring blood splatters......

Just a moment. The soldiers in the hall who were used to control the situation had already been killed by him.

The rest of the people froze.

"Count O'Sullivan, we know that you killed the emperor only out of necessity! Your Majesty has gone mad!" Justice Lucas was the first to step forward with courage: "Now, please lead us!

O'Sullivan looked at Lucas indifferently, and couldn't even arouse disgust for this important minister of the empire who had bullied him for a long time with the thick legs of the council.

"Lead you?" he gave the old man one last look at the fallen old man, and turned away a little dejectedly, "What are you doing? Where are you going? What's the point......?"

With the count's somewhat hoarse tail, the Lucas mansion shook violently—the nobles blew up, ran and fled, pushed each other, and squeezed out desperately.

The drastic changes caused by the rise of the Tower of Seven Sins have also affected Moriel and Dagulas, who are working on destroying each other, and in fact they have almost exhausted their magic and stored spells due to their previous battle with Aretha and the fall of the earth's collapse - and now they are just whirling.

But maneuvering was clearly a victory for Dagulas. She jumped backwards and landed on a thick subway tube. Wrapping the pipe with a flaming whip, his eyes were full of joy of victory: "It's useless! Don't you feel it? The energy in this cocoon is about to be drained away! Give up! It's me who wins!"

"It's too early to talk about your victory!" Morriel also steadied himself on the earthquake-shaking cocoon, but he didn't think with as much confidence as he said.

Morriel's natural keen senses told him that the cocoon of steel was dying. Or rather, it used to be a full jar, filled with incredible magic water that gave life to steel, but now, Singh was casting an unprecedented spell to empty the jar without mercy. Squeeze every drop of power out to feed his vast, almost uncanny plans......

"We're on the rise!" cried Dagulas, as if ostentatious, "what did old Singh do? I really want to go out and see what a spectacle it is!"

The surging lightning storm had stopped, and the blue electric light that once filled the entire space had dimmed—and now it had resumed in a single or a line of electricity flowing down the line into the dark void.

Morriel took a small step sideways. There was a cracking sound under his feet. She looked down and saw that she had stepped on an earthworm-shaped iron pipe. Rust spots of all sizes had already appeared on the cocoon, like cloth soaked in water and piled up in a dark corner, and it began to mold at an unimaginable rate.

A sucker. Morrill tried to convince himself that Forty-Seven was fine, but there was no reason. She didn't know how to position herself in relation to the strange construct, perhaps the moment she stepped into the ruined mage tower in the swamp, she was destined to have an inextricable connection to Forty-Seven, more than just a mage master and the tools she had found. Coherent but bizarre remarks, unscrupulous disobedience and disobedience to their master, the horrible and ridiculous appearance of the nezumi in the cave, and the vague memories of waking up in a coma after his adventure in the temple...... So much so that in those days when Isabesha was tortured by all kinds of horrific methods, one of the motivations that he was able to persevere in was to find the forty-seven, even if it was just the wreckage, that Singh threw into the River Styx......

Morriel slammed the dagger into a sudden rage. This startled Dagulas, who was also a little worried about whether Forty-Seven, who was imprisoned in the Rusty Cocoon, would be completely destroyed by Singh.

Ignoring Dagulas's surprised gaze, Morriel stomped his feet, and for the first time in several years, he took off his disguise and vented his emotions: "You stupid fool who insists on going his own way! Now it's okay! I don't care if you live or die! You can find a way to crawl out of this!"

As soon as the words fell.

Like a sharp blade piercing leather, or like a large ship wrapped in iron armor breaking through the ice on the water, five terrible spikes broke through the shell of the iron cocoon and stretched out between the two men. The spikes continued to rise, like the claws of an insect, one, two, three...... It can be seen that they form the five fingers of a steel monster hand, and then the wrist and part of the forearm also reveal the cocoon shell, according to the strange combination of the staggered steel armor and iron bones are intricate metal tissues, the protective armor is as sharp as a knife and axe, just this part of the arm is almost as tall as Moriel, and it seems that because of the attraction or induction of this steel giant arm, a strong blue lightning suddenly fell from the void and fell on the sword-like sharp claws. Morriel and Queen Dagulascang retreated, and in the midst of them were blue-white flames that rose into the sky.

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