Give Zongman some collapse shock

"How...how is it possible?"

"I'm a little curious about where the power generation capacity comes from, but forget it. Leave the analysis to Hephaestus. I'll only be responsible for the strength test. As a tool, you must protect the imperial weapon and prevent it from being damaged."

Mei chuckled and snapped her fingers.

A simple little action.

The red lightning turned into bullets and arrived in front of Bud in an instant.

Danger!

Every cell in the body is clamoring for danger to come.

Almost as an instinctive response to the crisis, Bud aimed his arms faster than ever before, activating his imperial weapon's defensive capabilities. Electricity formed a barrier in front of him, a gleam of white light blocking the red lightning bolt... for a moment.

The defense was defeated in just a moment.

The Buds snorted and flew backwards, their bodies trembling, with burnt wounds piercing the right side of their abdomen, as if mocking the general's arrogance.

"What kind of monster are you?"

Budd's face was expressionless.

The other 'audience members' seemed to have lost all their strength in an instant, and slumped back in their chairs.

It’s over.

They were stunned.

One of the strongest men in the empire was being attacked like a child... no, it was like an innocent insect being blown away in the blink of an eye.

Bud lay there, his will to resist gone. He hadn't been at full strength just now, but now he understood the vast difference in strength. No matter how hard he struggled, Adrameleth's lightning was merely a loyal soldier controlled by his will.

That is the true Queen of Thunder, the monarch of all thunder.

Seeing this, Mei walked over gracefully and stepped on the arm armor on Bud's left hand.

"Ant, get up."

"..."

"You won't cooperate. Never mind. Let me test the defensive capabilities of the imperial weapon one last time."

With a little force, with a crack, the imperial weapon that had been passed down for hundreds of years shattered like thin ice.

Mei was very disappointed, both with the Teigu and with Bud.

"The empire is the strongest, but this is it."

Immediately, he swung his sword and beheaded him.

The strongest ending.

Chapter 117 People need blood.

The fall of one of the strongest men in the empire did not cause the slightest ripple.

imperial capital.

As the heart of the empire, its most prosperous city, residents of the Imperial Capital appear to have a relatively stable life. It's a simple truth: no one wants to live in a doghouse. Even for their own physical and mental pleasure, the nobility will maintain the Imperial Capital's superficial prosperity.

At the same time, there was no doubt that the residents of the imperial capital were the most cautious in the entire empire, because no one knew whether walking on the streets of this city with the largest number of nobles would lead to a disaster due to an unintentional or accidental action.

Therefore, the residents of the imperial capital have quietly learned to remain silent and not look, listen, or ask.

Even if their good friends were suddenly killed by nobles in front of them, they would pretend not to have seen anything after a brief moment of panic to avoid bringing disaster to themselves and their families.

"What a sad city this is."

Walking on the street and observing the reactions of the people around him, Jiang Chen was inspired.

"The nobles of the empire are indeed too cruel. Fortunately, we are here. They will be judged as criminals."

Belfast, half a body length behind, spoke as if hoping to interrupt such a sad thought: "This... well, medieval city is still quite prosperous for now. It won't be long before it recovers."

"No, Belfar, the prosperity of a city, or even a country, is not determined by the economy or productivity, but by the happiness of the people. And being born in the Empire, let alone happiness... the people living here are not even human beings."

That's a very unpleasant thing to say.

But if we change the criteria, we can see this sad fact.

"Laugh when you're happy, cry when you're sad. That's the right everyone has: to express their emotions. By upholding this, even in the face of despair, we still have the courage to reach out for hope. But when this innate right is taken away, it's like being stripped of the very right to be human."

"I see."

Belfast understood immediately. Just like they were being chased around the world by Sirens, they had hope again if they fantasized about the commander.

As for the residents of the Imperial Capital...

Just take a quick look around and you'll know.

Noticing Jiang Chen was traveling with the Royal Maids, passersby silently made way for him. Faced with the beauty of the Royal Ship Girls, people didn't even bother to admire them, not even glancing at them. Everyone seemed to be going about their business normally, shopping, and sightseeing. Even if Jiang Chen had approached them earlier, they would have responded normally.

Is it normal?

Very normal.

But beneath this normal calm lies the common people's deep fear of the nobles... no, it can only be said to be numbness.

He didn't even dare to show fear.

I'm afraid that if you grab someone and slap him, he will smile meekly and praise the noble grandfather for the good beating, and kneel down on the spot to express gratitude for the "reward".

If someone randomly kills an audience member with a knife on the spot, people will turn a blind eye and act as if nothing happened.

Simply because this is what the nobles want to see.

"Go back, I have a pretty good idea."

The empire is terminally ill.

Not only the country, but also the people, need a drastic measure.

So, a few days later.

It was unknown when it began, but rumors began to spread among the people: the empire had quietly changed hands, and the emperor and nobles were all secretly imprisoned.

At first, people didn't believe it.

They may even immediately isolate the person who spreads the rumor.

Soon, the guards and city defense soldiers were replaced by dark elves, proving the credibility of the rumors.

No one dared to approach the elven soldiers. People were even more cautious than ever, traveling much less. They stayed home, awaiting the catastrophic changes that both had nothing to do with them and yet were deeply connected to them. It was merely a change of rulers. To the indifferent people, it was merely a change of masters, who continued to oppress them. Life went on as usual.

Until one day.

"Om-"

A magnificent and solemn scene appeared in the sky, as if it could penetrate the barriers of the buildings, allowing everyone to see it just by looking up.

That was the interior of the Imperial Auditorium, where every emperor would complete his coronation ceremony. The flawless white floor tiles, jade-inlaid beams and pillars, and countless gold-plated statues and decorations were luxurious beyond imagination.

Civilians usually don't even have the qualifications to watch, and for many people, it was the first time they saw the interior of the auditorium.

Today, the auditorium is filled with elven soldiers holding ceremonial vessels.

There was no emotion on their faces as they stood loyally guarding on both sides.

At the deepest part of the auditorium, Jiang Chen, wearing a red quilt... cloak, sat on the throne with a serious expression.

He secretly glanced at Altria in the corner, who looked very pleased.

I always feel uncomfortable wearing this outfit.

Altria gave a knowing thumbs-up and explained the procedures to the two girls beside her, lamenting that she had gone through the same thing in the past.

Of course, what's going to happen today is not some boarding ceremony.

Soon, under the 'protection' of two elves holding spears, the young emperor of the empire stepped forward stiffly.

No need for any unnecessary nonsense, surrender is just a trivial part of today.

"I...I represent you."

The little emperor's voice trembled as he gritted his teeth and said, "The Empire surrenders to you."

The little emperor slowly knelt down and raised the scepter, which represented the highest power of the empire, above his head with both hands.

Jiang Chen accepted the scepter, but instead of following the elaborate ritual, he waved his hand, and the scene instantly shifted to the empire's largest square. It was deserted and silent, save for the weeping nobles tied to stakes, their ugly sides on full display.

He held the scepter high and faced the screen.

"The Empire has long been corrupt. Under the brutal rule of the Emperor and his ministers, citizens of the Empire, what suffering do you live in? The law cannot protect you. The nobles trample on your dignity with impunity. They are no different from bandits, even more brutally robbing you of your families, lovers, wealth, and even your lives. Are you willing to live like this?"

"You're unwilling to accept this, right? You naturally hate the injustice of the world, but you can't do anything about it. You'll be killed if you resist, you'll be killed if you complain, you'll be killed if you cry, you'll be killed if you laugh. They take everything from you, don't allow you to have your own thoughts, and even make you kneel down and thank them for their grace. And you, powerless, can only watch them devour your flesh and blood!"

"You have suffered enough humiliation. The Empire wants you to kneel, but I want you to stand up!"

"Now I declare that the Empire has been slain by me! The nation that oppressed you is shattered from this moment, and those who bullied you are reduced to dust. Your pain, your hatred, are liberated from this moment!"

"The imperial power that weighs upon you ends here!"

With a bang, the golden scepter in Jiang Chen's hand shattered.

At the same time, the camera pulled away and people's attention was focused on the nobles with terrified faces.

A high elf stepped forward and read out the nobles' crimes one by one according to the information on the computer.

Heads fell one by one.

Thick blood gradually filled the entire square. But behind them, a dark mass of prisoners remained, awaiting execution: nobles, their helpers, officials, soldiers who oppressed the common people, merchants, and thieves who colluded with officials and merchants.

Every minute and every second, sinners are being killed.

Gradually, people came out of their houses and gathered at the Imperial Plaza. The strong, stench of blood did not frighten them. Instead, after a brief moment of shock, they either cried or laughed, and then burst into cheers.

Every time a new head falls to the ground, there will be people applauding.

Finally, people's attention was focused on the two wooden stakes tied to the most conspicuous and high place: Minister Ernest and the little emperor.

There is no doubt that these two people are the culprits of the empire's corruption and the source of all people's suffering.

All the anger, all the hatred, gathered here.

They looked forward to the fate of these two men and directly recognized the new ruler.

justice?

They don't need justice!

justice?

Justice delayed is meaningless!

The blood brought back the numb self, and hatred ignited the long-lost emotions.

To them, whoever destroys the empire is a hero.

The one who executes the nobles is a god.

Killing the emperor and his ministers is where all the glory lies.

"kill."

"kill!"

"Kill! Kill!"

Chapter 118 Esdeath: We are both queens, why should I give in to you?

The live broadcast of the execution of nobles was not limited to the imperial capital area.

The gratifying scene was witnessed in every important town of the empire. Upon learning of the empire's collapse, blood and hatred finally ignited the people's rebellious spirit, and they spontaneously flocked to the mansions of the local nobles.

All Jiang Chen needed to do was dispatch a few elven soldiers to various locations to demonstrate some initial strength. Even if he could only kill one or two noble guards, it would be enough to give people the courage to act. Once the majority took action, true power would be awakened. Even the noble guards, armed with sophisticated weapons, could not withstand the raging rage coming from all directions.

Of course, the execution of the nobles also alarmed other forces.

For example, the surrounding kingdoms.

Night attack assassination team.

Revolutionary Army.