At the gray dawn, the roar of the dragon still shook the sky, making eboden shiver under its majesty.
No, not only the thunderous roar, but also the sound of thousands of neat and uniform iron boots
Among the ruins, the guard Knight supporting the fascists stopped in place and looked at the oncoming patrol soldiers without expression.
Usually, the patrol guard of eboden only has a simple robe and a fairly strong chain armour, and its weapons are only a broad sword, a thin single shield, a dagger and a crossbow. Even the captain can have a decent helmet at most, let alone knee protection and arm armour.
But the soldiers... The guard Knight narrowed his eyes slightly.
The black military uniform is padded with fine composite armor. The fine lock armor not only has shoulder protection, but even the chest is reinforced with iron sheets, which looks quite heavy; Almost all the soldiers carried a Zheng shaped shield nearly one person high behind them, a single blade halberd with a swallow tail flag in their hands, and a heavy sword hung around their waist.
Heavy and slightly rough armor, black and slightly thick military uniform, as well as their long halberd and heavy sword... The guard Knight slowly raised his head and looked at the flag held by the "patrol soldiers" - on the black flag, there was an iron crown held by three red dragons.
That''s the coat of arms of the Dragon King family, desalion. These people are soldiers of the imperial Legion led by Prince sakran.
Did the imperial Legion arrive at eboden so soon?
Just then, a middle-aged man dressed as an officer in a cloak suddenly came out of the soldiers and looked suspiciously at the guard knight and fascist in front of him:
"Your Excellency, and... The priest of the Holy Cross, can you tell us your identities?" the officer waved to the soldiers behind him warily:
"The whole eboden has been under martial law. Why did the two appear in the closed civilian area in the south of the city at this time?"
At the same time, the team of 100 people standing behind him had blocked the street, put up shields in front of him, and the cold halberd sounded slightly in the cold wind in the morning.
In a moment of silence, the officer had pressed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, and the soldiers in the first row raised their shields almost at the same time.
Looking at the forest like halberd, the guard Knight slowly looked back at his side. The unrecovered fascist looked pale and spoke slowly after hesitating for a moment:
"We are the waiters of eboden Cathedral... I''m Anthony, the close priest of Lord Francis of eboden." after a pause, the eyes of Francis were still as calm as usual: "this is the escort Knight of the bishop beside me."
"We have a very important message. We must go to the imperial capital as soon as possible and deliver it to the Archbishop!"
"What news?" the officer was still reluctant.
"This is an important message to the Archbishop!" the knight of the guard glared at him, and his voice was cold.
"What... News?" the officer pulled out his sword, like a forest halberd across the shield.
"Bishop of eboden, Lord Francis from lottel..." Francis''s lips trembled slightly and his expression remained modest:
"Has been summoned by the Holy Cross and ascended to heaven --!"
A trace of surprise flashed on the officer''s face and quickly made a gesture behind him. The soldiers in the line immediately made way of a passage and did not forget to salute them: "I''m very sorry, the imperial legions are loyal believers of the Holy Cross - I promise my reputation that no soldiers will stop you!"
"Pious children, may the Holy Cross bless you forever!"
The weak Francis smiled and thanked. His status as a priest made him habitually pray for these soldiers.
"Wait!"
Just as they were about to leave, an exclamation came from a queue: "I know him. He is Lord Francis - he once preached in our hometown, which I will never forget in my life!"
The atmosphere suddenly solidified.
The fascist who stopped in place still smiled, and the guard Knight silently pressed the hilt of the sword around his waist.
"Could you please..." the officer''s expression became very ugly: "explain it?"
"The dog of the Holy Cross... What are you going to do..." the deep voice, like the wind, echoed in the ears of fascists again, with some kind of playful teasing, as if looking forward to something: "if you are found here... Such an end... I shouldn''t have to tell you, right..."
"But... There seem to be too many enemies..."
"Just let me do a little favor... I won''t ask for anything in return..."
"If... You really need it..."
Francis lowered his head slowly so that the soldiers around him would not see his face. His trembling voice seemed to whisper to his loyal guard knight with endless fear:
"Do it --!"
... eboden, the free Parliament.
This room, once full of quarrels, shouts and all kinds of noise, is now only a wail. The free nobles in Chinese clothes are gray, and even lie on the tables and chairs and cry.
No one spoke, no one whispered, and many gray faced people just sat there quietly, like death prisoners waiting in line to go to the guillotine.
If you count carefully, you can find that only one-fifth of the "noble members" are left in the hall of the free Parliament. Even if this number is passed unanimously, it is not enough to pass any worthless bill.
The only reason they stay here is their common identity - they are the unwavering henchmen of the Bellini family.
In the face of the coming imperial legion, the supporters of the wizard tower are naturally happy to see its success, while the neutral nobles gloat, and the little nobles who are on the wall on weekdays run away
Only they stood firmly behind the Bellini family from beginning to end and helped the Bellini family pass one bill after another that was beneficial to them and could crack down on those damn wizards with wealth and power.
Now that the Bellini family is finished, they are naturally buried with them - even if they don''t want to, the little nobles who are eager to break away from the Bellini family will be eager to tell them. The current situation is not as safe as hiding in the free Parliament.
The usual swagger has turned into a loss of heart at the moment of collapse and liquidation. I hope that the means of the imperial Corps will not be too tough, and at least they can be allowed to spend money to buy a living
"Bang --!!"
The heavy gate was roughly knocked open, and the Legion soldiers holding shields poured into the hall of the freedom parliament with roaring and neat steps, and the cold halberd pointed to the "noble parliamentarians" sitting on the seats.
The aristocrats, who had been ashen a moment ago, immediately turned into frightened rabbits and looked at the heavily armed soldiers with fear.
In front of these cold swords and shields, the power, wealth and status of the past have become a paper tiger that can be broken with a poke.
"What are you doing?" an elderly man stood up bravely: "this is the free Parliament of eboden, a forbidden area that soldiers are absolutely not allowed to step on! Even the imperial Legion must..."
"What must be done?"
A half joking voice suddenly sounded. A young man with red hair and red pupils, neat and exquisite clothes, and that cynical smile came into the smashed door. He was completely a standard aristocratic dandy.
If he was not followed by a girl in the same Knight''s blouse and a whole hundred soldiers
"According to my usual habit, I should have been polite to you first, and then get to the point, but unfortunately, today we are all very busy and have little time, so it''s better to be simple."
The laughing boy straightened his chest, carried his right hand behind his back, and coughed twice very deliberately: "I am Brandon de sallion, the 13th generation of the Dragon King family, the son of Eckhart II, the supreme emperor of the saxophone Empire, and the Dragon driver."
"This one..." the young man quickly put his right hand to the knight girl beside him: "this is Fei Tero Nai Desa Leon, the twelfth generation of the Dragon King family, the daughter of the first emperor Otto of the kingdom of the imperialist Empire, the sister of the supreme emperor Eckhardt II, and his Royal Highness Princess!"
The voice fell, and the smile on the boy''s face became cold: "now, your adults, please
Are you kneeling? "