Deposed Crown Prince: After three years of service on the frontier, the entire court knelt and begge

Similar scenes played out in every noble castle in the British Empire.

The Earl of Leicester in the north, a distant relative of the Duke of Houghton, was staring blankly at the Duke of Houghton's memorial tablet when he received the order.

That was a bloodstained fragment of a wolf banner that he had secretly sent men to snatch from the ruins of Frostwolf Keep.

He clutched the shards, his fingertips aching from the rough fabric, and finally sighed. He called his second son over: "Go tell the steward to find my most formal suit, and bring your brother along... We're going to the capital."

"Father! Uncle Horton wasn't..." The second son wanted to argue.

"Houghton is dead!" Earl Leicester interrupted him, his voice filled with suppressed grief!

“We cannot be buried with them. Zion Capo demands obedience, not hatred. We are going to the capital to protect House Leicester.”

The second son, standing to the side, looked embarrassed and didn't know what to say...

Duchess Vanessa of the East is one of the few female nobles who wield real power. Her territory is close to Sea Cliff Territory, and she had previously secretly provided aid to Moros's fleet.

When she received Wang Ling's order, she was in her study polishing an ancestral short sword, its blade gleaming coldly.

Her maid asked cautiously, "Your Excellency, shall we...disobey?"

Vanessa lowered her dagger, gazing out the window at the turbulent sea in the direction of Sea Cliff Territory, her eyes then filled with despair...

She shook her head: "Disobey? Moros's fleet was sunk underwater by Atie. My strength is no match for it. Take my daughter and go to the capital. Zion Capo wants hostages, I'll give them to him. But he wants me to completely submit... not so easily."

As she spoke, a barely perceptible smile flickered in her eyes...

In just three days, like a sudden storm, the nobility of the British Empire were swept away. Those lords of earldom and above, whether they liked it or not, set off for the capital with their heirs and family seals.

Some convoys were grand and imposing, yet exuded a sense of tragic grandeur; others traveled light and simply, wanting only to keep a low profile and save their lives.

The military outposts along the way, like cold checkpoints, recorded the movements of every convoy, and no one dared to delay without authorization.

The atmosphere in the capital became increasingly oppressive with the arrival of the nobles.

The streets surrounding the palace were heavily guarded by the Illuminati, and everyone entering or leaving had to undergo strict checks!

The nobles were accommodated in a castle specially arranged by the royal capital.

The castle is guarded by the Illuminati, ostensibly for "protection," but in reality for surveillance! They cannot leave the castle at will, nor can they make secret arrangements; they can only wait for the triumphant ceremony.

During this time, Zion Capo never appeared...

Of course, this was all done intentionally by Zion Capo...

Finally, on the afternoon of the third day after the king's decree was issued, Zion Capo ordered them to follow him to welcome General Atie's triumphant return.

These nobles, both high and low, all arrived with utmost respect, as Sion Capote had notified them to come two hours in advance.

After making these people wait foolishly for two hours in the scorching sun, Zion Capo finally arrived.

When Zion Capo arrived, he didn't say much to them...

These people were well aware that this was a show of force to intimidate them.

But, as they say, when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

Zion Cabo stands on the high platform of the palace, wearing a golden robe that symbolizes the king!

The nobles stood in neat rows on both sides of the square according to their rank. They were dressed in their most magnificent robes, but each of them had a solemn expression and their gazes were involuntarily drawn to the end of the street.

The people of the capital were kept outside the cordon, craning their necks to look out, their eyes filled with fear and curiosity.

They wanted to see what the "Iron Man" who killed Duke Houghton and wiped out Marquis Moros looked like.

They actually heard more rumors about the Iron Man Legion.

The sound of orderly hooves and clashing armor came from afar!

The voice was steady and powerful, rolling across the streets of the capital like thunder, silencing the entire city.

Ah Tie's figure finally appeared at the end of the street.

He rode a black warhorse, which seemed intimidated by the bloodstains emanating from him, its steps steady yet tinged with unease.

Atie was still wearing that armor covered in battle scars, with dried blood and dirt still clinging to it, and in some places even embedded tiny arrowheads—traces left from the battle between Frostwolf Fortress and Seacliff Territory.

His chainsaw was slung diagonally behind his back, the serrated edges still bearing dark red bloodstains that gleamed eerily in the sunlight.

Behind him were two thousand Radiant Army soldiers.

They formed a neat square formation, their steps synchronized, the clanging of their armor sounding as if they were a single entity.

Every soldier of the Illuminati was expressionless, their weapons gleaming, their eyes fixed resolutely ahead. Behind them were several wagons laden with spoils of war: the Duke of Horton's wolf banner, the Marquis of Moros's family crest, and gold and jewels seized from the two castles—each piece reeking of blood...

At the very end of this convoy, something truly terrifying and chilling happened...

The two strange corpses were now hanging from a pole, their shapes extremely bizarre...

One of the corpses was a giant black wolf, but its head had been cut off and replaced by Horton's head.

The other corpse was a large, rotting, and stinking fish. Its head had been replaced with a human head, which was crudely sewn on. This human head was none other than Moros of the Sea Cliff Territory.

The two corpses had been delivered long ago. Zion Capo wanted to teach these people a lesson, and the black wolf was Horton's favorite direwolf.

The enormous fish was a shark that Moros had previously kept in captivity...

This scene was extremely bizarre.

When Atie's warhorse, carrying the Guangzhao Army and two strange corpses, reached the center of the square, the entire square fell into a deathly silence.

The common people held their breath, and the nobles dared not look directly into A'Tie's eyes. Some even lowered their heads discreetly, afraid of being stared at by that cold gaze, and even more so, they avoided looking at the gruesome, eerie corpse...

Atie reined in his warhorse and dismounted.

His movements were fluid and precise, without the slightest hesitation.

He walked down to the foot of the platform, bowed slightly to Zion Capo, and said in his usual icy tone, devoid of any emotion, "Your Excellency, the mission is complete. The Illuminati have all returned to their posts, the spoils have been inventoried, and the two bandit leaders have been brought to justice..."

Sion Capo's smile widened as he raised his hands and his voice, amplified through the loudspeaker, resounded throughout the square: "Ladies and gentlemen! This is the divine power of the Illuminati! This is the unparalleled fighting prowess of General Atie! Horton's rebellion and Moros's collusion have been purged! Under the grace of the Illuminati, order in Britain will be restored!"

"Everyone can see this: this is what will happen to anyone who dares to defy the will of the Illuminati!"

Zion Capo spoke, pointing to the two extremely bizarre corpses...

Sparse applause rang out in the square, a result of the nobles' deliberate cooperation; there was no joy in the applause, only suppressed fear.

Sion Capo seemed unconcerned, and continued, "To commend General Atie's illustrious military achievements, I, in the name of the Alliance City's special envoy, hereby appoint Atie as the Guardian of British Order, award him a thousand taels of gold, and bestow upon him a castle in the core area of ​​the Alliance City! All soldiers of the Radiant Army will each be awarded a hundred taels of silver and promoted one rank!"

A'Tie remained as cold as ever, only bowing once more: "Thank you, Your Excellency. The Guangzhao Army fights only for order and seeks no reward."

Zion Capo laughed heartily: "General, you are truly righteous! But a reward is necessary! This is the rule of the Alliance City, and it is also my intention. Now, let us welcome the hero's triumphant return together, and then... let us feast together in celebration!"

After he finished speaking, he gestured to the old steward to read the triumphant eulogy.

The old steward's voice was loud and solemn, his eulogy filled with praise for Atie and admiration for the Illuminati. Every word seemed to strike the hearts of the nobles! They knew very well that behind this eulogy lay naked intimidation.

After the eulogy was read, Atie led the Guangzhao Army, carrying the spoils of war, into the palace.

The nobles, following in order of rank, made their way to the palace, a symbol of power and fraught with danger. Their steps were heavy, as if they were walking towards an execution ground.

The victory banquet was held in the main hall of the palace. The hall was brightly lit, with a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the dome, reflecting a dazzling light. The long table was laden with a sumptuous feast: a whole roasted wild boar, golden brown and glistening with oil, fresh fruit and fine red wine, each dish as exquisite as a work of art.

But no one had an appetite.

The nobles sat on either side of the long table according to their rank, their plates piled high with food, yet few touched their knives and forks. Their gazes occasionally drifted to Atie, who stood beside the head of the table. Atie didn't sit down, but rather stood behind Sion Capo like a cold statue, his emotionless eyes slowly sweeping over each noble, sending chills down their spines.

Sion Capor, holding his wine glass, stood up and surveyed the room: "My lords, today's banquet is to celebrate General Atie's suppression of the rebellion, and also to celebrate Britain's return to order. Let us raise our glasses together to General Atie!"

The nobles raised their glasses, but only took a symbolic sip.

Some people are so absent-minded that they don't even notice when the red wine in their glasses spills out.

Ah Tie didn't drink; he just nodded slightly in response.

Sion Capo set down his glass, his smile fading as his tone turned serious: "Gentlemen, you have all seen the fate of Horton and Moros. They resisted the order of the Alliance City, defied my orders, and ultimately met their demise, their entire clan wiped out. I hope this serves as a warning to you! Those who obey prosper, those who defy perish!"