Under Albion’s impact, a massive gap had already been smashed into the Holy Knight Order’s sturdy sacred art grand formation.
“Charge!!”
The New Imperial Army seized this opportunity and launched a charge, aiming straight for the breach in an attempt to storm into the capital.
“Hurry and repair the sacred art grand formation!!”
The Holy Knights sprang into action one after another, trying to fill the gap in the sacred art grand formation.
At that very moment, the vanguard led by Alef charged up.
The demonkin raised their weapons high and clashed with the Holy Knight Order. The sounds of shouting and fighting merged into a continuous roar.
They were like mad dogs, tightly biting down on the Holy Knights at the breach and giving them no chance whatsoever to repair the opening.
“These damn demonkin!!”
A member of the Holy Knight Order cursed furiously and turned his head to look at his companions.
“Hurry and request instructions from His Grace the Bishop on how we should respond next! If this continues, the rebels will storm into the capital very soon!”
“It’s no use. I’ve already tried calling for His Grace the Bishop, but I haven’t received any response at all! After the giant dragon descended, there has been no news from him whatsoever!” another Holy Knight replied.
The expression of the Holy Knight Order member changed abruptly. A bad premonition rose in his heart, and the color gradually drained from his face.
“How could this be? Could it be that His Grace the Bishop has already…”
Having lost their central pillar, the members of the Holy Knight Order became somewhat panicked in the face of the situation. A high-ranking officer whose status was second only to Belon’s temporarily took over command.
However, he felt extreme despair in the face of these circumstances.
The only possibility at present was to withstand the pressure from both the New Imperial Army and the demonkin while waiting for reinforcements from the Holy Knight Order.
Yet the demonkin were locked in a life-and-death struggle with the Holy Knight Order, and the sacred art grand formation was incomplete. How could they possibly hold on?
This had already exceeded the scope of what he could handle.
Time passed second by second.
In the end, under Stella’s command, the New Imperial Army crossed the battlefield, charged into the gap of the sacred art grand formation, and launched the final assault on the capital.
“Soldiers, charge with me! Storm into the imperial palace of the capital, capture Soren, and overthrow his rule!!”
Riding her warhorse, Stella raised the longsword in her hand high and issued the order in a loud voice.
Her voice greatly boosted the morale of the New Imperial Army, causing every soldier present to erupt with astonishing fighting spirit that pressed down upon the Holy Knight Order.
Accompanied by the clear blare of horns, a new round of battle erupted.
“What did you say? The Holy Knight Order’s sacred art grand formation has been breached?!”
After hearing the minister’s report, Soren rose from the imperial throne and looked at his trembling subordinate with an expression of disbelief.
“Your Majesty, the sacred art grand formation was truly breached by the giant dragon. Those rebels seized the opening in the formation and have already charged into the capital!” the minister replied in a terrified voice.
“Impossible. The Holy Land’s archbishop personally guaranteed to me that as long as the sacred art grand formation remained, the rebels would absolutely be unable to take even half a step into the capital. Once the other reinforcements from the Holy Land arrived, the rebels would have only one path—death!”
Soren stood up, shoved the minister in front of him aside, and ran out.
When he left the palace gates and saw the scene outside, his entire body froze.
Soaring flames had already lit up in the distance of the capital, and the sounds of battle carried to his ears on the wind.
Although the Holy Knight Order was still resisting, it was clear that the capital’s walls had already fallen.
For a moment, he could not accept it.
Could it be that he was truly going to have the throne taken away by Stella?
“Hurry and call Belon over!!”
“Your Majesty, Archbishop Belon of the Holy Land has already… perished in battle.” The minister scrambled over to Soren’s side on all fours.
“Dead?”
Soren supported his forehead. A strong sense of dizziness washed over him, nearly causing him to lose his footing.
He felt as if he had fallen into a desperate situation.
“Where is the Saintess?”
“Her Holiness the Saintess is at the main gates of the palace, currently standing guard there,” the minister replied. “However, this humble servant feels that Her Holiness the Saintess alone may be unable to hold back so many rebels. Your Majesty, we still cannot place all our hopes on Her Holiness the Saintess alone!”
“I know.”
“Your Majesty, do you not still possess the Imperial Heirloom Artifact passed down by the previous emperor?” the minister proposed. “This humble servant has heard that the Imperial Heirloom Artifact contains inconceivable power. Why not unleash this hidden strength to confront the enemy forces?”
The Imperial Heirloom Artifact.
Soren took out the short staff he always carried from his bosom.
This was the Imperial Heirloom Artifact of the Saint Luo Empire.
He looked at the Imperial Heirloom Artifact, closed his eyes, and fell into silence.
After a long period of contemplation, he made his decision.
“Gather every member of the imperial family remaining in the capital. Now. Immediately. At once!”
“Understood, Your Majesty!” The minister indicated that he understood.
The former Seventh Prince of the empire, along with the other surviving princes, were all gathered.
The currently idle Seventh Prince looked at Soren’s expressionless face and felt a bit afraid.
Everyone present had long since been stripped of all power and had become nothing more than tools for Soren to display his benevolence.
“By now, you should all know what is happening in the capital, right?”
Soren fixed his gaze on the Seventh Prince.
“It seems… someone is… rebelling?” the Seventh Prince asked tentatively.
“Yes. Stella has brought rebel forces and is currently attacking the capital.”
“Elder Brother, that situation does sound rather bad.” The Seventh Prince lowered his head.
“I know. You all don’t really care either way, do you? Whether I sit on this throne or Stella does, it’s the same for you. As long as you obediently surrender and cooperate, none of you will die.”
“Elder Brother, what are you saying? We hope even more for you to remain as emperor. You are… more suitable than Stella!” the Seventh Prince hurriedly replied.
“Is that so?”
“Yes!”
The other idle princes also voiced their agreement with the Seventh Prince’s words one after another. After all, their lives currently rested in Soren’s hands.
“That’s good. You truly are our closest kin. Even in such a moment of crisis, you still want to help me.” Soren nodded with great satisfaction.
“Of course, Elder Brother.” The Seventh Prince forced a smile.
“In that case, I will give you this opportunity. Men, make your move!”
Soren raised his hand.
Soldiers hidden in the shadows charged forward, drew their weapons one after another, and stabbed every prince present straight through the heart.
“Ah!!”
The Seventh Prince let out a miserable scream and collapsed.
In an instant, the palace became a pool of blood, extremely terrifying.
“The activation of the Imperial Heirloom Artifact requires the bloodline of the imperial family. The more bloodline there is, the stronger the effect naturally becomes.”
Soren took out the Imperial Heirloom Artifact and allowed it to float up into midair, absorbing the bloodline of every imperial family member and converting it into energy.
The Imperial Heirloom Artifact, which had originally been silent, began to glow with an eerie light.
“Your sacrifices will not be in vain. All of it will become the power with which I crush Stella!”
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