In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

Inside the palace hall, thousands of candles dimmed in unison. After a moment of darkness in the hall, the candles suddenly became brighter, as if they were going to burn themselves out and bring dawn to this eerie and gloomy night.

The candle tears piled up into a mountain, and the sword light was as bright as stars.

The numb and stiff expressions of the mutants froze in place, and then bloodstains appeared on their bodies. Then they broke into pieces and scattered on the ground like knocked-over building blocks.

The candle flames sealed their wounds just right, preventing the infectious blood from flowing freely. The disgusting burnt smell made it difficult for the Greek nobles to open their eyes.

“Is this the end?”

"Oh my God, this is too scary."

They looked at these monsters being slaughtered like mowing grass, and felt both relieved for having escaped, and grieving for the loss of their loved ones. So many nobles with prominent status were quietly invaded and wiped out without leaving any room for them.

A flash of light cuts through the darkness, and bright light breaks the gloomy night.

In Lagaia's mind, the motto that Geralt Van Helsing engraved on the sword guard in the Witcher story popped up. This motto was so appropriate to use here.

"Do you want to surrender?"

Viviana looked at the usurper standing among the corpses and gently raised the blade in her hand.

Peisistratus showed a bitter smile. He obtained powerful strength from the witch, through which he secretly controlled most of the officials in the court. He thought that was an extremely powerful force.

"I never expected that a random female swordsman under Lothar who I have never heard of would possess such terrifying power. No wonder His Majesty is willing to place his bet on you."

He looked at the Queen deeply. After this killing spree by the female swordsman, those people who were just sitting there doing nothing would be able to vacate their seats under him.

According to the Queen's usual style, she will most likely promote a group of young and enterprising officials.

He smiled carefreely: "Haha, no matter whether you win or lose, it's finally a good ending."

He immediately made the starting gesture of the Turkic swordsmanship inherited by the border guards.

"You're a good swordsman."

Viviana bowed her head to greet him, holding her sword across her chest. The next moment, countless candles flickered at the same time, and the figures of female swordsmen emerged among the flickering shadows of twenty marble pillars.

They seemed to be able to flicker and dance with the light and shadows, and the swords in their hands were fast and continuous.

Bang, bang, bang——

The sound of countless swords clashing resounded and echoed in the towering dome, weaving a pleasant sonata.

With a loud bang, the image of Pisitra was blown away like a cannonball and embedded in the marble column.

"You're not bad."

The female swordsman on the opposite side was a little surprised. The opponent's swordsmanship was really good, almost catching up with those famous swordsmen she met when she was studying abroad as a child.

Pisistratus was panting heavily. The power of the plague strengthened his body, allowing him to barely keep up with Viviana's sword speed.

But he had only just become a superhuman not long ago, and had very little experience fighting equally superhuman opponents. He could not fully display his own strength, and there was an insurmountable gap between him and Viviana in swordsmanship.

He smiled self-deprecatingly: "It's just the dying howl of an Anatolian wild dog."

He moved his numb wrists, and the bruises in his body were recovering rapidly under the effect of the plague. It was hard to imagine that this female swordsman wearing a deer antler hood, with such a terrifying power hidden in her seemingly petite body.

"Do you want to surrender?"

Viviana asked again.

Pisistratus staggered to his feet and stood up straight. He stroked the sword in his hand that he had been given when suppressing the Bulgarian rebellion. "Lady, dying in battle is the best outcome for me."

The Christ the Redeemer statue on the dome lowered its compassionate gaze. Lagaia lowered her head slightly, and the pearl tassels on the crown formed a shadow between her eyebrows.

These two like-minded people who were equally determined to revive the empire had exchanged glances many times during the fierce battle just now, but their positions were completely opposite and they were bound to be unable to coexist.

She looked at the nobles who were cursing because of the tragic deaths of their in-laws.

His daughter, who bore the name of Komnenos, was shouting in a shrill voice: "We can't just kill this damned rebel. I'm going to tie him to the back of a hot bronze bull and let all the citizens of the city see what happens to the rebels!"

“That’s enough!”

The queen tried hard not to show her disgust and said, "Let this palace coup be confined to the palace."

The more this matter is magnified, the more of a challenge it becomes to the legitimacy of the royal family.

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Viviana slowly raised the weapon in her hand, sighed softly, and flew forward again.

Pisistratus tried his best to resist, and many times he even exchanged injuries for injuries, but the results he achieved were almost zero.

The opponent's swordsmanship was sometimes like the undercurrent of the Bosphorus, sometimes like the whirl of a Sassanid dancer, sometimes magnificent like the sun, and sometimes treacherous like a shadow, making it impossible to figure it out. He thought he had adapted to the opponent's rhythm, but the next moment the opponent's rhythm would suddenly change.

Chi——

The sharp blade cut off his sword-holding arm, and the flames made his wound sizzle.

He looked at the sword on the ground with a bit of confusion, which had been dented with countless cracks. He looked up helplessly at the opponent's clothes, which were only torn by his attack of exchanging injuries for injuries.

Fighting against such a powerful swordsman, he felt like a small boat in the storm.

He slowly bent down to pick up the sword.

The severed arm was still struggling, and the flesh at the broken end was wriggling, as if it wanted to grow a new body from it, but the magic flame attached to the wound suddenly became stronger.

The firelight illuminated Peisistratus' eyes, and at the same time, the sword from behind pierced Peisistratus' heart.

Peisistratus knelt on the ground, raised his head, still with a bitter smile on his face, and whispered softly: "Madam, the person behind me is very dangerous, please stop her."

The female swordsman who suddenly appeared behind him, as if squeezed out of the shadows, nodded slowly, and the magic power on the blade burst out, sweeping away all the "special" in Pisistratus' body and completely cutting off his life.

The queen on the throne slowly spoke: "The usurper has been executed. Thank you, Lady Viviana."

Viviana shook her head: "No need, it's just my duty."

She stood back beside the Queen. Apart from a tear on the corner of her clothes, she seemed to be completely unharmed, without even a drop of blood on her.

Princess Ila was a little unhappy. She knew she had no right to blame Viviana for disobeying her orders, but she was still very angry.

"What are you still standing there for? Carry the usurper's body out and hang it in the most conspicuous place!"

The queen waved her hand feebly: "Ila, my daughter, the ones attacking the palace are a group of monsters. They will not stop attacking just because the usurper is dead."

She somewhat regretted that she had been too focused on government affairs over the years and neglected to discipline her daughter, causing her to grow up to be what she is now.