Realm of Power

The morning sun shines through the thick mist, drawing traces of light under the pure sky.

The fat man's carriage, escorted by thousands of fully armed Samor guards, once again passed through the tall and heavy Cresdo City Road in front of him.

The golden morning light illuminates the way forward,

"Klesto in the light!" The fat man opened the curtain of the carriage, opened his eyes that had been slightly closed, and looked at the dazzling light in the sky with a complicated expression.

In front of the carriage, rows of Samor soldiers in black armor stood on both sides of the main road in front.

All street entrances in the city have been completely blocked by the Samor army in the early morning.

The murderous soldiers frightened all the people in Kress

"The Samors have entered the city!" The chaotic Cresto looked particularly calm today

The residents of Claystone Street who had just woken up in the morning were stunned by the scene in front of them, their horrified eyes full of fear.

Outside their gilded windows,

Countless heavily armored soldiers in black armor, holding cold spears in their hands, stood on the street, like eternal warrior statues.

Although the sun was shining brightly outside, the desolate atmosphere still made the citizens feel chilly.

"Oh my God! It's a white thorn flower!" A newly rich man hiding behind the window covered his mouth and screamed!

Through the slit of the window, he could see a black carriage engraved with white thorns, slowly passing by until it disappeared on the street corner in front.

Thinking of the streets filled with murderous black-armored soldiers, and the appearance of the most powerful coat of arms representing Vecia,

"Oh God! Is today the day of judgment for Cresto?"

The nobleman whispered with his eyes, his whole person was sluggish, there was no trace of blood on his pale face, and his body collapsed on the ground because of the loss of support.

It's him who's coming, it's him who's coming! The nobleman screamed in his heart,

Even though it was so bright and sunny outside, he still felt shivers all over his body.

The nobles who had served at the bottom of the Kyoto Army knew very well how terrifying the Samor army was.

From defeating the stone bridge on the outskirts of Kyoto where tens of thousands of troops were stationed overnight, to completely defeating the extremely solid outer city walls, the Kyoto royal army considered themselves superior to others.

In front of the Samor army that swept across the south, they were as defenseless as a rabble.

With just one stroke of the sharp Satsuma sword, he defeated the 80,000 troops in the suburbs of Kyoto.

This is a confrontation with great disparity in strength.

No matter how tyrannical the nobles in the city are, no one dares to act wild in front of the Samor army.

Thinking of the flames that dyed the night sky red during the Battle of Stone Bridge,

Thinking of the iron-blooded style of the Samor army that has always exchanged blood for blood

This nobleman could no longer imagine what would happen next!

The white thorn flower, which represents killing and power, is stained with blood!

Under the aura of the glory of the Kingdom’s God of War, there is not only glory, but also corpses.

To the enemy!

Fatty Samour, who behaves vulgarly, has never been soft-hearted!

A crisp sound of horse hoofbeats sounded from the front. Guards General Hu Keqili rode a horse, surrounded by more than a dozen cavalry, and stopped in front of Fatty's carriage. He reported respectfully

"Sir, according to the final list, we have completed the arrest! Do these people need to be arrested immediately..." The fat man waved his hand, interrupted Hu Keqili's words, and said calmly, "You don't need to report to me, I have given full authority to this matter to Si Duhan! "

"Yes, sir!" Hu Keqili nodded with a strange expression, and continued, "The courtyard where Miss Allensteen is imprisoned is right in front."

"No need" I'll go in person!

I promised her that if she was in danger, I would be the first to appear at her side!

"Yes! Sir!" Seeing how determined the fat man was, Hu Keqili quickly asked the dozen Samor guards squadron captains behind him to lead their own men to guard both sides.

"Creak" Fatty's carriage stopped in front of a small two-story building. Two servants stood at the door with panicked expressions and were at a loss.

They didn't know what happened. As soon as they opened the door in the early morning, they saw a group of black armored soldiers standing at the door.

They thought they were sent by the family to guard Miss Allensteen. Today is the day when the Douai family elects the heir. The servants responsible for guarding have already received orders.

No matter what happens, Allensteen, a well-known heir in Kyoto, must not be allowed to appear at the family's succession ceremony.

But then, they realized something was wrong. These soldiers were completely different from the vassal soldiers of the family.

He stood upright like a benchmark, looking at them with a terrifying murderous intent.

A servant saw the carriage coming and ran into the inner courtyard in panic and called the housekeeper.

"Who are you? You must know that this is the heir to the Douai family! The property of Administrative Officer Cresto! If you dare to touch it, I will..."

The housekeeper who was responsible for guarding came out of the gate and boldly shouted,

As a once prominent family in Kyoto, we still have this confidence, not to mention,

The current Douai family still retains the title of Cresto's political officer, which was given by Samor himself.

Even though the old Duke is no longer here, this servant butler still believes that no matter who the other party is, if he dares to ignore this identity, he is ignoring Samour.

"Administrator Cresto?" A knight in black armor looked stunned for a moment and strode up. This undoubtedly made the butler feel a little more proud.

No matter how arrogant you are, you will never dare to ignore the fact that Samor rules Vecchia.

But things were beyond his expectation,

There was a crisp sound of "clang", and a cold light flashed from the waist of the black-armored knight and whistled towards the head of the servant butler.

"Ah" the servant butler was frightened by the sharp sword light in front of him,

A cold arc-shaped sword, with a bone-chilling coldness, stopped just an inch away from his nose.

His screams were so frightened that they quickly became silent. He was like a duck whose neck was pinched. His body was so stiff that he didn't dare to move.

"Except for the old Duke Duai, there is no political officer in Cresdo!" Hu Keqili's voice was cold. He knew that the fat man in the carriage hated someone who pretended to be powerful in the name of the old Duke.

"Forget it! It's just a servant! No need to worry too much!" The fat man's indifferent voice came from the carriage,

"Hmph! You're such a loser! If I hear you act so boldly again, I'll chop your head off with a knife!" Hu Keqili snorted, and the sword in his hand turned into a shadow. He retracted the scabbard with a clang,

"Yes! Yes!" The servant and housekeeper lay on the ground tremblingly.

"Miss Allensteen lives here?" The fat man opened the door of the carriage, raised his head and looked at the dilapidated small building in front of him, with a hint of anger in his indifferent tone.

"Yes, it's in the small courtyard behind the small building! I will immediately take someone to invite Miss Allensteen!"

Soon, the pale Alan Stine appeared in front of the fat man,

"You! Why are you here?" Alan Stine looked at the fat man standing at the door, disbelief written on his fair and haggard face.

"What? Are you surprised?" The fat man showed a wry smile, "I promised you! That's why I'm here!"

Hearing the fat man's sweet words, Allensteen's pretty face showed a bit of desolation, and said in a sad voice, "Why didn't you come earlier! If you had come earlier, grandpa would not have died, and if you had come earlier, Cresto would not have died either." . .

Allensteen's pink fist hit the fat man's chest like a drum beat,

Crystal tears dripping in the wind like broken beads

At this moment, Allensteen seemed to have a mental breakdown, and all kinds of grievances poured out like a flood,

The fat man lovingly stroked Alan Sting's shoulder, which was still shaking slightly, and held Alan Sting in his arms with his thick arms.

The sudden death of the old Duke undoubtedly had a great impact on this weak girl. The news that she was not the biological child of the old Duke spread from within the family.

The invisible enemy is far more terrifying than an open sword or an open gun. The hidden arrows shot from the dark place make Alan Stine's sad heart once again tortured and bruised in the whirlpool of conspiracy.

According to Fatty’s information, in order to have a chance to attend the old Duke’s funeral,

In order to be able to see the old man who always loved me for the last time,

The filial Allensteen even renounced his identity as heir in public in exchange for the opportunity to attend the final funeral.

A relative leaves, a group of relatives rebels

The fat man can't imagine,

How did the weak Allensteen survive in such an environment?

After a while, the fat man hugged Alan Stine, who was crying on his shoulder, and said softly

"Okay, it's okay. No matter what the situation, I'm here! Believe me, as long as you are willing, I will let the entire Duai family be buried with the old Duke!

"No, don't!" Allensteen raised his head with a hesitant expression, and covered the fat man's mouth with his delicate jade hands, fearing that the fat man would really vent his anger on the Duai family.

After all, this is the family that once raised me

Allensteen knew that the man in front of him was the master of the entire kingdom, and asking the Duai family to be buried with him was definitely not a joke to please him.

The king is ruthless!

As long as he gives an order, the once glorious century-old wealthy family will be reduced to ruins, and the noble surname Duai will also become one of the countless famous families that have mysteriously disappeared in history.

"Okay, for the sake of the old Duke and you!" The fat man looked at Allensteen's resolute face and knew that Allensteen would definitely not agree with this proposal, so he sighed helplessly.

"Sir, it's almost time! The inheritance ceremony of the Duai family should be about to begin!" Si Duhan reminded him hesitantly, looking at the fat man's cold face.

"Ceremony?" The fat man seemed to have remembered something when he heard this, and said to Hu Keqi behind him, "Immediately send someone to notify each family on the list! Tell them that the succession ceremony of the Duai family will be held here! If you don't come, Those who do so will be executed as rebels on the spot!”