As King of Chambord raised his hand, the soldiers and experts who were densely packed around and guarding the eldest prince Arshavin immediately became trembling with fear. They were terrified that King of Chambord, in his rage, would disregard everything and kill the imperial prince and the God of War right in front of them; that would truly be the end of the world.
Sure enough, a half-meter-thick, orange-yellow flame-shaped object plummeted from the sky.
However, this flame did not exhibit any power fluctuations or aura.
"Ahhhhhh... No, Your Highness, save me... Ahhhhh, save me, Your Highness!!!!!!!!!" A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, came from the flames falling like a meteor.
Arshavin's expression changed; that voice was very familiar to him.
"Get out of my way!" He pushed aside the soldiers guarding him, clearing a space in front of him.
The next moment, the streak of light and flame crashed to the ground with a loud bang, but it didn't shatter. Clearly, King of Chambord had controlled the force of his throw with extreme precision. The burning flames dissipated, revealing a charred humanoid figure in the center. The skin all over its body was burned into black scars, and the slightest movement would cause it to burst open with blood-red wounds, like a roasted shrimp. The body was emitting blue smoke and heat. The facial features seemed to be protected by an extra force, not charred, but already half-dead.
The charred body stretched out its black, club-like right arm and strained to reach out to the First Prince Arshavin standing before it, managing to utter its last words with great difficulty, "Your Highness... save... save... save me!" before its body stiffened, its breath ceased, and it died a gruesome death on the spot.
This man was none other than Mataisen, the Military Department envoy he had personally appointed to Twin Flag City not long ago to carry out his series of plans.
King of Chambord used him as a show of force, and with the most vicious methods, he was killed on the spot.
" Alexander!!!!!!!!!!"
The eldest prince uttered Sun Fei's name word by word, his head tilted back in fury, his gaze sharp as knives. After all, he was a figure known as the God of War of the Empire, and his anger exuded an intimidating aura. If it were an ordinary person, hearing his words and seeing his imposing presence, they would probably tremble with fear.
But from above, Sun Fei's response was a hearty laugh.
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth; it is impolite not to reciprocate!" Sun Fei stood atop the [ Throne of Chaotic Times ], exuding an indescribable demonic aura. Looking down at the God of War, he calmly said, "You stretched out your claws in Twin Flag City to distort the truth, commit murder and frame others. You should have been prepared to have your claws severed by me. What? You think I'm cruel? If you knew what your lackeys had done in Twin Flag City, I think you wouldn't be so indignant!"
Sun Fei threw Mataisen down from the sky so that this blood-stained, worthless envoy, like the Senate's guardian Delixi, would experience the agony of being skinned alive, and to avenge the nineteen dead soldiers of the Twin Flag City garrison.
From the very beginning, Sun Fei had no intention of letting Mataisen off the hook.
"Who do you think you are? What right do you have to criticize me, the prince? Hmph, within the empire, thousands of soldiers and civilians are all at my command, to be taken or taken at will. With my status as the prince, let alone killing a few disobedient soldiers on the border, even a century-old empire like Spartak would be uprooted and its blood would flow like rivers. You dare to criticize me for such a trivial matter? You are truly foolish and beyond redemption!"
The eldest prince reached out and slapped away the charred and stinking corpse of Mataisen, then sneered and pointed at Sun Fei, his expression extremely arrogant.
The high-ranking officials and thousands of soldiers of the Imperial Military Department around them were all trembling with fear. This was the first time that everyone had seen the Imperial God of War's First Prince, who was usually known for his gentleness and kindness, so out of control, so tyrannical, so arrogant. They couldn't help but feel a strange sense of unease.
High above, Sun Fei's gaze swept over the First Prince with a strange expression.
After a moment of silence, Sun Fei suddenly shook his head and said, "Good, very good. You've finally spoken your mind. It seems I really overestimated you before. Is this your true face? Hahaha, trying to play the role of a wise and virtuous ruler all these years, haven't you gotten tired of it? Today, I'll tear off your hypocritical mask so you won't have to work so hard anymore!"
Sun Fei's voice echoed in the sky above the capital.
The eldest prince almost vomited blood.
This was a feeling he had never experienced before. Everything was beyond his control. The figure in the sky that made him grit his teeth was an insurmountable chasm between him and the person above. No matter how many armies or how many weapons there were, they could hardly pose a threat to this person. This was the terrifying aspect of a martial arts master. Extreme martial power could transcend the constraints of armies and authority. King of Chambord's growth rate was simply too fast, and it was already beyond his control.
But he doesn't regret it.
He never regretted pushing King of Chambord Alexander to the opposite side.
Since accidentally witnessing that secret in the palace a year ago, Arshavin knew that he had to make a choice and change. If he did not want to give up his desire and pursuit of the Royal Fist, then the man in the sky above him, who looked down on him like a god or demon and even the entire capital, would be his enemy for life.
But he doesn't regret it.
He never regretted pushing King of Chambord Alexander to the opposite side.
Since accidentally witnessing that secret in the palace a year ago, Arshavin knew that he had to make a choice and change. If he did not want to give up his desire and pursuit of the Royal Fist, then the man in the sky above him, who looked down on him like a god or demon and even the entire capital, would be his enemy for life.
At this moment, despite his inability to suppress his anger and resentment, Arshavin was not as agitated as he appeared on the surface.
Because he was waiting.
They await the decision made by the one in the palace.
This is a gamble, Arshavin doesn't want to lose, but the decision isn't in his own hands.
He was terrified that he would be disappointed or even driven to despair.
This despair stemmed not only from the coveted and coveted imperial power.
Or is it because...?
Taking a deep breath, the cool night wind brought a long-lost chill to his lungs. Arshavin snorted and fell silent. King of Chambord could lower himself and speak sarcastically without restraint, but for him, one loss of composure was enough, and he did not want to show his composure again.
For a soldier, that would be a sign of weakness and powerlessness.
At this moment, the capital's defenses finally reacted. The orange-yellow protective light barrier in the sky did not disappear, but more and more experts flocked towards the Military Department headquarters. The Imperial Capital Public Security Office, the Imperial Capital Imperial Guard, the Iron-Blooded Camp, the Knights' Hall, the Senate experts... a large number of soldiers and troops, like a black ocean on the ground, surrounded the entire imperial Military Department' high platform hall and the First Prince in the very center.
Sun Fei stood there silently.
His gaze swept across the crowd and he saw the Second Prince Dominguez, the Fourth Prince Krisdin, the Alluring Witch Paris, [ Red Beard ] Granero, the heads of the major noble families in the capital, military and civil officials of all ranks, and celebrities of the capital... All these important figures, whether Sun Fei knew them or not, finally made their appearance.
At this moment, the entire capital city, with its millions of citizens, was gazing up at the sky.
I looked up at the young King atop the white throne.
The young King, meanwhile, was looking down.
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