" The Byzantium king, the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps wants you. You're courting death, daring to refuse to hand him over?"
A domineering low shout came from a vassal state camp that was less than half the size of Chambord City. Sun Fei looked up and saw that the camp was surrounded by people a hundred meters away. His eyes were like lightning, and he instantly saw through the gaps in the crowd that there seemed to be a conflict in the center of the camp. The side that had the upper hand in the conflict consisted of more than a dozen burly men who were all wearing black tight-fitting clothes and light leather armor. On the leather armor on their chests, there was a blood-dripping scimitar embroidered.
This is the emblem of the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps!
It's like searching high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly.
Sun Fei discreetly squeezed into the crowd and arrived at the front. Through the camp's fence, he saw the mysterious giant stone pillars with the three large characters "Byzantium" carved on them, indicating that this small camp was the residence of a small vassal state called Byzantium.
Sun Fei had never heard of this small country before, but from the whispers of the surrounding crowd, he learned that the Kingdom of Byzantium was actually a very weak sixth-rank vassal state. However, its geographical location within the empire's territory was the exact opposite of Chambord City. It was located on the southernmost coastal harbor of the Zenit Empire, with a pleasant climate and relatively beautiful scenery. Moreover, it occupied a small harbor within the empire, making its geographical conditions much better than Chambord City.
In several other large camps adjacent to the Kingdom of Byzantium Byzantium, several neighboring countries were stationed. Therefore, among the onlookers were people very familiar with the situation, and their constant whispers provided Sun Fei with more information. The Kingdom of Byzantium was weak, yet it occupied a small port in the south with a relatively important geographical location. It had long been coveted by its surrounding vassal states, who saw it as easy prey. Two years prior, the old King had passed away, leaving behind a minor son to inherit the throne. With ministers holding power, the entire kingdom was suddenly beset by internal and external troubles. This time, the King personally led his people to participate in the Martial Combat Competition, hoping to preserve the Byzantium Empire's title. However, for some unknown reason, they clashed with the infamous Blood Blade Mercenary Corps in the capital.
The Blood Blade Mercenary Corps is one of the four major mercenary groups in the empire, with influence throughout the capital and beyond. It is infamous for its ferocity and boasts numerous experts. It is also backed by the empire's powerful noble groups. Within the twenty-mile camp, only the ten first-class vassal states and a few powerful second-class vassal states can make it give way. As for a weak sixth-class vassal state like Byzantium, which is so small that its future is uncertain, it may lose its title after this Martial Combat Competition. Blood Blade is naturally not afraid and has brazenly entered the camp.
"Our commander admires Miss Isabella and has specially invited her to a banquet at the Imperial Capital headquarters. Byzantium King, how dare you stop him?" A burly man carrying two octagonal black iron hammers larger than his own body sneered at the young Byzantium King, his threat evident in his words.
The Byzantium king was a handsome but thin young man, clearly pampered and naive. His eyes held anger, confusion, and helplessness. A white robe covered his body, and his frail frame trembled slightly with tension. He tightly embraced a graceful young woman, shielding her with his chest as if holding her life itself. Facing the burly man's angry shouts, he pleaded, "Captain Harry, Isabella... she... she's sick! Please let her go, let her go!"
The fact that the king of a nation was so humble shows that the Kingdom of Byzantium had indeed been weak for a long time.
"Heh heh, sick? Blood Blade Headquarters has the best doctors and healing mages in the capital, they can cure her illness, let's go!" The burly man carrying two giant hammers ignored the Byzantium king's explanations. His eyes were fixed on the girl the Byzantium king was protecting in his arms, his eyes gleaming, he looked like he was blinded by lust, wishing he could devour the girl.
"You are all too presumptuous! Isabella is the future queen of Kingdom of Byzantium, His Majesty's beloved, a member of the royal family. How dare you, a bunch of rude villains, bully and coerce my king like this?" A loyal guard by the Byzantium king's side could no longer hold back and finally spoke up to rebuke him.
Bang!
The hammer was swung.
The loyal guard's head was instantly smashed into a pile of minced meat, blood splattering everywhere.
The burly man named Harry grinned maliciously, defiantly rubbing his massive hammer, stained with the guard's blood and flesh, against the brutally murdered body, wiping away the red and white brain matter, before re-inserting it behind his back. He offered no explanation whatsoever, as if he had just swatted away nothing more than an annoying fly, not the Byzantium king's personal guard.
"You..." The Byzantium king was both shocked and furious.
"Your Majesty, what are you still hesitating for? Please grant Captain Harry's request immediately. Are you going to extinguish the hope of the Kingdom of Byzantium for the sake of a woman? Don't forget, only with the help of the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps can the Kingdom of Byzantium retain its title in this Martial Combat Competition!" Behind the Byzantium King, a short, stout, and wealthy middle-aged man in a purple brocade robe spoke. Judging from his status, he seemed to be a minister of the Kingdom of Byzantium, but his tone was mostly reprimanding towards the young Byzantium King, while he bowed and scraped with a fawning smile towards Hammer Harry, making his stance intriguing.
" Aike, as a messenger of Kingdom of Byzantium, how could you... you..." The young Byzantium king pointed at the portly man, too angry to say anything.
"Hmph! Your Majesty, please make a swift decision. Do not become a traitor to the Kingdom of Byzantium for the sake of a woman, and ruin the late king's hard work!" The plump man flicked the snowflakes off his official robe and said coldly.
"Your Majesty, save me, save me!" The girl, like a frightened fawn, burrowed tightly into the young Byzantium king's arms, pleading with tears streaming down her face.
A breeze blew, and snowflakes fell on the young Byzantium king's head.
His loyal guard had just had his head smashed with a hammer right before his eyes; the blood on his body stained the pristine snow, and the blood was still steaming...
His enemies are aggressively pressuring him to hand over the woman he loves.
His ministers, however, were by his side aiding and abetting his evil deeds, speaking aggressively and threateningly.
At this time, the Byzantium king, with his young and frail body bearing a tremendous weight, seemed as if he might collapse at any moment. His eyes were filled with love and reluctance for the girl in his arms, making him seem more like a bewildered and helpless young man in love than a high and mighty king.
"Your Majesty, what are you waiting for? Do you really want to provoke Captain Harry's wrath? You're actually risking the survival of Byzantium for a lowly woman?" The fat, middle-aged man in purple robes glared at the Byzantium king and urged him coldly.
"I..." The young Byzantium king's eyes showed pain, conflicted and struggling.
"Hmph!" The burly man with twin hammers, clearly the leader of the Blood Blade group, snorted coldly, applying pressure. The other dozen or so mercenaries sneered with unfriendly expressions.
"Your Majesty, Isabella does not wish for you to bear the blame for the destruction of a nation. I am willing to give everything for you... Lord Harry, Isabella is willing to go with you to the capital for the banquet. I beg you, do not forget your promise, please help His Majesty preserve the title of the Kingdom of Byzantium in the military exercises..."
Seeing the conflicted and anguished expression in the young King's eyes, the innocent girl finally understood. She sighed softly, reluctantly leaving her lover's warm embrace. Crystal-clear tears slid down her fair cheeks and dripped into the snow. Her petite figure stood trembling in the snow, facing a pack of ferocious, Blood Blade, like a delicate white flower in the cold wind, her pure face etched with despair and heartbreak, pitifully beautiful.
"No..." the young Byzantium king groaned in pain and despair, reaching out as if to salvage something, but was grabbed by the fat middle-aged man in purple.
"Hahahaha!" The Blood Blade mercenaries laughed triumphantly.
"Sigh... What a bunch of beasts! In the past few days, they've abducted no fewer than fifty young girls from various countries under various pretexts..." Someone sighed softly from the crowd outside the Barracks. The Blood Blade Mercenary Corps had been forcibly buying beautiful young girls from various vassal states to bring into the capital as gifts for their powerful backers. This heinous act had already aroused widespread resentment, but the Blood Blade was powerful and backed by a noble family, so some vassal states dared not speak out against it.
The softest spot in Sun Fei's heart was instantly touched by the scene before him.
Especially seeing the painful struggle in the young Byzantium king's eyes, and the despairing, heartbroken, and sorrowful expression of the girl named Isabella, Sun Fei suddenly felt, for some reason, that the Byzantium king and his beloved's situation was so similar to some of his own past experiences. Wasn't he also once trapped by the messenger Bazel and the Black Armor Army? If it weren't for the emergence of the Diablo World, his fate would probably be even more tragic than the Byzantium king's...
Thinking of this, Sun Fei lifted the cloak that was covering his head.
"Slay all the villains of the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps! Those who are not involved, get out of the way!"
A loud shout suddenly came from the crowd.
Along with the loud shout, dozens of crimson Fireball, each over ten centimeters in diameter, shot out in an instant.
Boom boom boom boom--!
In an instant, flames burst forth in the air, the temperature soared, and a deep red light illuminated the night sky. The powerful magical fluctuations shocked the entire scene. More than ten members of the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps were caught off guard and struck head-on by the Fireball!
"Ahhhh..."
The Blood Blade mercenary, struck by the crimson Fireball, was instantly engulfed in scorching flames. He screamed and rolled on the ground, unable to extinguish the flames. He was quickly reduced to ashes, and even his armor and weapons melted into molten iron!
The whole scene was extremely terrifying.
"Who goes there?" Blood Blade leader Harry gripped his twin hammers, turned around, and roared.
"Kill your man!" Sun Fei switched from [ Sorceress Mode ] to [ Barbarian Mode ], laughing wildly as he parted the crowd and strode into the camp. His whole body was filled with killing intent and a chilling aura. With each step, the heavens and earth trembled, and with each step, ghosts and gods trembled. He was like a Demon God descending from Zongheng sky, walking step by step towards the center of the field.
Second update.
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