Chapter 823: The Power of Lord Anwu
Today is a rare good weather. The clouds are thick and the hot sun cannot be seen. Today is also a rare leisure time. People after a busy week can finally relax because today is the weekend and Saturday.
The rows of college students on the street are noisy about where they want to go, whether to go to the caves in the suburbs to adventure, or to see the new magical beasts in the Colosseum. The workers and staff are also planning how to get through this expectation. holiday. But on this relaxing day, a serious and heavy atmosphere filled the palace of Hindmore.
A military minister reported: "Your Majesty, according to the battle report from the front line, Black City has been lost. Fried has ordered the entire army to completely withdraw from the Vulkan area and is now 50 kilometers away from Black City. Garrisoned."
"Black City. Radat frowned: "The Black City is an important stronghold on our front line facing the Demon Moon, and it is also an important defensive city in that area. How could it be lost so easily! My Prime Minister, what is going on? ?" He said and glanced at Zarberg in front of the hall.
Zarberg said: "Ever since our army's all-out attack on the Endless Sky Defense Line failed, morale has been low. Coupled with the large number of military reinforcements from the Demon Moon Empire, the situation has reached a point where it is unfavorable to us."
"This cannot be done. It became an excuse for the loss of Black City." Radat said solemnly: "The prince promised me before the war started. I, Saint Biko, will definitely win this battle, so I will appoint General Kea as the marshal to go out. Why has it turned out like this now?"
"Your Majesty, my promise is still there, no. It will change, but the situation on the battlefield is changing, and in order to cope with the changes, we should also keep changing," Zalberg said. : "Now that Demon Moon has a superior force over us, and they have an endless defensive line to rely on, and there is no very steep terrain after Vulkan, in order to reverse this situation, I think it is necessary to send more troops to the front line to support. "
"Send more troops," Radat said: "Is this war going to be endless? "Is it going to expand?"
Zarberg said: "The war between Saint Bikeya and Mo Yue is inevitable. Your Majesty has just inherited the throne, and you need a great military exploit to prove your Majesty's power." Prestige. If we can win this battle against Demon Moon, it will undoubtedly be very beneficial to His Majesty’s rule.”
"How come this battle is certain to be won?" Radat said: "Since my father, although there have been constant frictions between the frontline and the Demon Moon Empire, there has been no war for a long time, and the Demon Moon Empire has been stronger in both economic and military terms. Not comparable to Saint Picea "I'm afraid it will be difficult to win this battle. Even if we win, the cost will be very high, which will not be good for the governance of the country."
Zarberg said: "Your Majesty can worry about the country." and the people, as Prime Minister and His Majesty's uncle , I am very pleased. But your Majesty must be young, and some things are not very clear.”
“Don’t be angry, Your Majesty.” It's a matter between two countries, but It’s not just a matter of two countries. Although the Demon Moon Empire is not inferior to me, Saint Bikea, there are unstable factors in the surrounding countries of the Demon Moon Empire.”
“You mean Holy. Gripen Empire?”
"This is just one of them." Zarberg said: "I have confirmed with the envoys of the Holy Gripen Empire a few days ago. At present, the king of the Holy Gripen Empire has personally come to the front line, leading millions of troops to fight against the demons. Not to mention anything else, the Holy Gripen Empire will cause a lot of trouble to the Demon Moon Empire. In this case, the Demon Moon Empire will be attacked from both sides, so we will win this battle."
" So, what does the prince think we should do?" Radat asked.
Zalberg said: "In addition to once again sending more troops and generals to the front line, I suggest that your Majesty personally order Marshal Fried to use the Doomsday Judgment."
"The Doomsday Judgment! "
As soon as these words came out, the faces of many ministers present changed color.
Radat said: "The destruction magic of the Doomsday Judgment has been signed by Saint Bikoa and the Demon Moon hundreds of years ago. The bells of the Doomsday Judgment and the Empire will never be used in the war between the two countries. This matter was initiated by the Holy Garden. The sages serve as witnesses. If you use them rashly now, you will definitely be brutalized by the demon moon. Retaliation will put our country at a disadvantage in terms of diplomacy and the Holy Garden."
"As long as the war can be won, the past agreements will have no effect." Zalberg lowered his head slightly. But he stared straight at Radat on the throne.
“But what about the Holy Garden?” Radat asked.
Zarberg smiled and said: "Your Majesty, will the Holy Garden lead troops to attack Saint Bikoya?"
"This..." Radat looked at the palace. All the ministers stared at him closely, and suddenly fell into a panic and hesitation.
Just when the atmosphere in the palace was tense for a moment, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the palace.
"What's going on?" Radat asked quickly.
A palace general from outside the palace suddenly ran in and said: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, someone broke into the palace privately."
In front of the palace gate of Black Crystal City, a majestic figure stood on the road Center walks towards the palace. Countless guards and forbidden troops in the palace surrounded them with halberds and weapons: "This is the palace, no one is allowed to enter at will!"
An Wuhou ignored the countless weapons in front of him and still walked striding, fearlessly. .
"Stop, if you don't stop we will attack." After saying this, the guard raised his gun and stabbed him.
An Wuhou turned his eyes, and his dark green eyes looked directly at the soldier who was speaking. He saw the cloak billowing behind him, and a powerful magic power surged from around his body.
The hearts of the hundreds of soldiers present felt as if they had been hit hard, and they all fell to the ground. In the blink of an eye, the person who came was already a hundred meters away.
Marquis Anwu quickly arrived at the nine-star flower garden in front of the palace's political affairs hall. Suddenly, four extremely fast figures flashed out of the flower garden, and the four blades emitting cold light slashed at Marquis Anwu in a dazzling manner. An Wuhou's pace remained unchanged, his figure flickered, and none of the blades that slashed like rain hit him.
The four black figures suddenly stopped at the same time, and then attacked again at the same time! I saw four black shadows flashing across each other, cutting a black cross in the air, and the center of the cross was An Wuhou Yanlong!
An Wuhou glanced at the four black figures standing at the four corners, and patted his armor: "The black feather camp's forbidden army is not weak." As soon as he finished speaking, the swords of the four black feathered top forbidden troops suddenly burst out. Broken, the four people vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
"Flaming Dragon!" In front of the palace, a veteran stood on the steps holding a sword.
An Wuhou's eyes narrowed: "It's you. It's rare to see a familiar face here."
"Please come in, His Majesty is waiting for you in the palace." The former veteran moves out of the way: "Please."
In the political hall, all the ministers looked at the visitor with doubts and surprise.
“It’s you!”
“An…An Wuhou…Yan…Long!”
An Wuhou ignored everyone’s gaze and walked straight Arriving in front of the imperial palace, he swung his cloak, knelt on one knee and said: "General Yulin, Marquis Anwu, Yanlong, pay homage to His Majesty the King."
Radat on the throne raised his hand: "Get up ”
"Yanlong, when did you come back, and whose order did you follow?" Before Yanwu Hou Yanlong got up, the ministers present immediately attacked him.
Trosa on the side said: "Marquis Anwu, no general outside can return to the royal capital without the order of His Majesty the King or the Chief Prime Minister. What's more, you committed a serious crime many years ago and were ordered to stay permanently in the rain forest. Wasteland, if you return to the capital without any orders, do you know what the consequences will be?"
An Wuhou stood in the center of the hall and said coldly: "Are you talking to me about military law? I know this better than you."
"Then you still dare..."< br>
"I'm coming back, what do you want?" An Wuhou's tone was full of power, which frightened Trosa so much that he didn't dare to speak anymore.
Another minister shouted: "Marquis Anwu, how dare you despise the royal power like this! You are a general of the empire. As a general, you should abide by your duties and obligations. It is not for you to violate the laws of the country."
Anwuhou said: "I have my own reasons for coming back. "
"What reason?"
An Wuhou put his hands behind his hands and snorted, without even looking at him: "I don't need to explain this to you, and you are not qualified to listen to me. Explain.”
“You...”
"Stop quarreling." Radat said: "Yanlong, you came at the right time. There is just one thing. I want to hear your opinion. At present, the two countries are at war, and the Prime Minister proposed to me to use the devastating weapon of Doomsday Judgment. Magic, what do you think?"
"No need." An Wuhou's answer was brief and powerful.
Zarberg said: "The battle situation on the frontline is now stalemate..."
Anwuhou interrupted him and said: "Do you think that the empire's generals are too incompetent? ? ”
“…” An Wuhou said The incomparable questioning and power made Zalberg not know how to react for a while. After a while, he said: "The use of Doomsday Judgment has been agreed upon by all the ministers present and the tutors of the Royal Academy. What reason do you have to disagree? ”
"Reason? I am the reason." An Wuhou glanced at Zalberg: "Is this reason enough?"
Trosa scolded: "Don't be too arrogant. !"
"Okay." Radat raised his hand to silence the scene: "The Anwuhou is the most meritorious in the empire. , one of the most prestigious generals, since he believes that the Doomsday Judgment cannot be carried out rashly, I think this matter needs to be discussed carefully. That's it for today's parliament. Please step aside."
Ministers. Angry and unwilling to leave the government hall, only Anwu Hou was left alone to face King Radat. The two were silent for a while, and Radat spoke first: "I can see that you are angry."
"Yes, because I don't want to see you." Anwuhou turned around and put his hands behind his back. And establish the way.
"You are really rude by turning your back to me. But I'm not angry. I know you never wanted me to inherit the throne." Radat said.
"You are too ruthless. No matter who the ruthless person is, I don't like it." An Wuhou's tone was low and his words were heavy.
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(End of this chapter)