Not Only Was the Emperor Not Angry, He Was Grinning. (54)

On the steps, corpses were piled up like mountains, and blood flowed down the steps, forming shocking rivers of blood.

The high-ranking members of parliament who held prominent positions in Chernobog are now nothing here.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and death, sending chills down one's spine.

As the last scream faded, a deathly silence returned to the command center.

Luo Chen turned and left, leaving behind a scene of chaos and corpses scattered on the ground.

He had no time to admire the dismembered bodies; their troops were around the fortress, and he had to act before Chernobog could react.

Integrate and cleanse their ranks.

Luo Chen's team was very efficient. They had made preparations in advance and, under the guise of Command Headquarters, infiltrated the various units of the Border Defense Army that were now leaderless, and directly massacred the management.

The simplest way to prevent traitors is to kill everyone who might become a traitor.

After killing all the high-ranking commanders of these units, Luo Chen mixed the remaining soldiers into his new army.

It was handed over to the non- Infected warriors of the Reunion Movement for command.

Although Luo Chen's purge will cause the team's combat quality to decline rapidly in a short period of time, and they may be routed in the battle against the Reunion Movement.

However, the Reunion Movement is also one of our own.

Therefore, this problem is no longer a problem.

In just one day, Luo Chen had wiped out all the high-ranking officers who had gathered there.

The heads of the officers alone formed a small mountain.

Patriot felt a chill run down their spines looking at the sight of officers' heads piled up.

He could already imagine how furious and enraged the nobles of Chernobog would be upon hearing the news.

They might roar in anger, or tremble in terror, but in any case, they cannot change this cruel reality.

However, Luo Chen has gone too far; won't the empire become uneasy?

This kind of thing would definitely become big news if it got out, due to domestic public opinion.

The empire also had to intervene.

By then, Luo Chen will have no room for maneuver.

"Luo Chen... aren't you... aren't you... afraid... the Empire... will... punish you for doing this?"

Patriot knew that Luo Chen was very bold in his actions.

But I didn't expect him to be so extreme.

Those were hundreds of officers; Luo Chen killed them all without saying a word.

He single-handedly broke the record for the most enemy kills since the Reunion Movement's inception.

This made even the usually bold and fearless Patriot a little uneasy.

He was very familiar with the empire's strength.

Don't be fooled by Luo Chen's current success; if the empire were to unleash its full power, destroying everything they have now would be a simple matter.

He hoped Luo Chen would take it easy and not provoke the empire.

Otherwise, everyone will die.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Luo Chen replied calmly.

Now that things have come to this, he doesn't know what the Patriot have to worry about anymore.

"What does Boris's evil deeds have to do with me, Luo Chen?"

"The emperor should be secretly pleased."

Luo Chen said that if Patriot didn't understand at all, he would go and convene his military conference.

It was called a meeting, but it was more like a cake-sharing session.

Luo Chen promoted every member of the Reunion Movement he had placed in.

Ordinary soldiers from the village were all promoted to squad leaders.

A dog like Wendell that is obedient.

He was directly appointed as the deputy commander, taking over Luo Chen's fortress and being responsible for its future operation and management.

After the appointment ceremony, Luo Chen separately announced the appointments of high-ranking military officers.

The news of today's attack, in which more than two hundred officers were accidentally killed, was also reported to Chernobog and the Imperial Military Command.

When Chernobog's top brass received Luo Chen's report, the entire city seemed to be plunged into deep panic and uproar.

This news was like a bombshell, instantly shattering the previously calm surface of the lake and leaving everyone shocked and uneasy.

Inside the parliament hall in Chernobog, members of parliament were engaged in heated discussions, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Their faces were filled with terror and disbelief, as if the sky were about to fall.

"This is practically a coup!" an elderly congressman exclaimed in a trembling voice. "What kind of attack could leave not a single soldier dead, with only officers killed? This is unprecedented!"

"Boris is rebelling!" another young congressman exclaimed, slamming his fist on the table. "We can't stand idly by; we must act immediately to prevent him from targeting us."

"Yes, we must immediately seal off all exits from Chernobog!"

A member of parliament in military uniform stood up and said firmly, "To prevent this mad dog from biting us, we cannot give him any chance to escape!"

"Moreover, he's trying to become a warlord!" another member of parliament added. "We can't let him succeed. We must immediately request reinforcements from His Majesty the Emperor and send the Imperial Army to quell this rebellion!"

The entire parliamentary hall was filled with tense and heated discussions.

As for Saint Petersburg...

When Fyodor saw Wendell's report, he grinned from ear to ear.

Because Luo Chen's report consisted of only one sentence.

"I have already taken control of the fortress's guards. I can assassinate Boris tonight and hand this force over to His Majesty."

Chapter 214 The emperor was not only not angry, but he even grinned. (54)

[Your Majesty, your loyal warrior Wendell has completed the mission entrusted to him by the Empire; I have successfully assassinated Boris.]

[All the Border Defense Army of Chernobog will become His Majesty's most loyal bodyguards tonight.]

Late at night, Fyodor was awakened by an emergency communication while he was fast asleep.

Urgent communications are always for important matters.

Fyodor propped himself up, frowning, his eyes still heavy with sleep.

But when the intelligence came into his view, his eyes snapped open, revealing a hawk-like gaze.

"Your Majesty, what has happened?" The Chief Steward was also curious about what news had made the Emperor so concerned.

"It was just a small matter that I casually arranged."

Fyodor said this, but he couldn't wait to unfold the telegram and read it word by word.

At the same time, he said nonchalantly, "With a little trickery, I brought all the Border Defense Army in Chernobog under my control."

Upon hearing His Majesty the Emperor's words, the Chief Steward immediately began to flatter him.

"As expected of His Majesty, His Majesty is truly wise."

In the past, Fyodor wouldn't have felt particularly happy when others complimented him.

Because he knew that it was all just people exaggerating to curry favor with him.

But today he felt genuinely happy.

Because he had indeed devised a plan that could be considered a model for emperors.

The emperors of the past did nothing but kill and wage war.

Only he could take control of an army without losing a single soldier.

"Your Majesty, the Speaker just sent someone to say that officers in Chernobog are plotting a rebellion and have illegally murdered over a hundred officers."

"Those councilors from local aristocratic backgrounds want to use this as an opportunity to push for a bill to expand the military and police."

"He wanted to remind His Majesty that this bill might be passed tomorrow."

If this proposal had been put forward yesterday, Fyodor might have angrily cursed it.

But now it's different; the corners of his mouth turned up.

It was time for him to show those greedy nobles what the emperor could do.

Fyodor straightened his back and said triumphantly:

"Go tell the Speaker that I have dealt with that lawless warlord in a moment of carelessness."

"My control over the empire is sufficient to ensure the safety of every city."

A sinister yet excited glint flashed in his eyes:

"All greedy and wicked people will end up like Boris."

At the same time.

Chernobog.

The city hall was brightly lit.

It was also late at night.

They didn't sleep either.

But the lawmakers who were unaware of Boris's death were too panicked to sleep.

They convened all the elites in Chernobog to discuss how to deal with Boris.

However, after a day of research, they discovered that the military and police were already stretched thin just defending Chernobog, making it impossible for them to impose any sanctions on Boris.

"Boris, Boris, what are you?"

Bashar glanced at the arguing councilors and silently left the city hall.

If he didn't have Boris's head in his refrigerator, he might have joined the lawmakers in their heated debate, discussing what to do with Boris.

But at this moment, he only felt his hands and feet were ice cold and he couldn't muster any strength.

He couldn't imagine how a dead person could have done all that.

What exactly is that fake Boris plotting?

He dared not tell anyone about his experience, nor did he dare discuss it with others.

Because he was afraid that one day the person around him would suddenly become Boris.

Then he said he was disobedient, and then he chopped off his neck with a knife.

He felt it wasn't that he was cowardly, but rather that the fake Boris was too terrifying.

It prevented him from even having the slightest thought of resistance.

Upon returning to his residence, the butler reported to Bashar:

"Sir, your adjutant just came to see you and said he has something important to discuss with you. He is currently waiting for you in the study."

"Charlemagne? What does he want with me in the middle of the night?" Bashar frowned.

He didn't say, he just said we could talk in person when you get back.

"Alright, go and have someone prepare some late-night snacks."

After instructing the housekeeper to prepare a late-night snack, Bashar went straight to his study.

Bashar was stunned when he pushed open the study door and saw the person inside.

Charlemagne, who should have been sitting on the sofa, was nowhere to be seen; Boris was there instead.