I became the king of villains in the game

Chapter 455 Battle of Nabil Forest Castle

Anlong United Kingdom.

The capital of the Principality of Yaco, Natmani.

In the magnificent palace, King Tihamoir was sitting on a high throne. He touched the armrests inlaid with gold and gemstones, but he was not in the relaxed and joyful mood of the past.

The queen, who was beautiful on one side, looked at her husband with worried eyes.During this period of time, her husband's hair turned gray a lot, and his face often showed depression and despair inadvertently, which made the queen feel extremely uneasy.

"King, the Principality of Xie Luoer has surrendered, and they sent envoys to persuade...to persuade you to surrender."

Beneath the throne, a courtier in a purple dress and a dark green melon skin hat bent his waist at ninety degrees and said in a deep voice.

"Shameless!"

"Shameless bastard!"

"Has the Petar royal family degenerated into the lackeys of the empire?! When they swore an alliance together and established the United Kingdom, they didn't look like this groveling and disgusting!"

"Drive their envoys back! It's really disgusting that our territory cannot be contaminated by the breath of these guys!"

On both sides of the palace hall, many nobles scolded.

They moved their hands and feet quite vigorously, clenched their fists tightly, and their expressions were ferocious, and it seemed to be some kind of anger that was naturally revealed between fear and tension... I don't know if it was anger at the betrayal of their allies, or because of something deep in their hearts. Cowardly and angry.

King Yaco didn't answer, he grabbed the armrest with all his strength, his veins bulged, and his eyes swept across the seat under his left hand calmly, where there were five exquisite chairs.

These chairs are specially reserved for the saints enshrined in the Principality of Yaco, but at the moment there is only one figure sitting on them, and the rest are empty.

Tehamoir sighed secretly.

"Your Majesty Ibrain, what is your opinion on Yake's current situation? I want to hear your opinion..."

He tried his best to keep his tone as calm as possible, so as not to let others see his nervousness.

Ibrain wears pearl ornaments on his head, and his short light gray hair looks quite mysterious and elegant under the decoration of these pearls.If Chen Lun were here, he would be able to recognize that the incarnation he once fought against on the high wall of Hercule's bridgehead came from this saint.

He turned his head slowly, glanced at the high-ranking King Yaco, and just shook his head.

"Your Majesty Tiha, forgive me for being powerless."

As soon as these words came out, the king's heart sank suddenly.

Even though he was mentally prepared, he still felt extremely lost at this moment.

All the nobles in the hall fell silent for an instant. No matter how angry they were before, now there is only despair left.The calm words from the saint's crown seemed to pronounce the darkest ending for their future.

"The strength of the Trisur Empire cannot be summed up in any words... From the very beginning, it was a wrong decision to go to war. I have reminded you before."

Ibrain got up from his chair and sighed softly.

"With all due respect, when the Red Apple Church fell, everything was already doomed, and even I couldn't reverse it... Even if there were no border frictions, there would be an 'assassination' scene directed and performed by the Sun Prince, and even The 'fuse' that was secretly ignited by the Rose Royal Family... Yake Principality, and even the United Kingdom of Anlong are too weak after all."

His words echoed gently in the hall, like an ice chisel, piercing the hearts of everyone fiercely.

No one dared to refute him, perhaps, they also silently agreed with these words.

Ibrain looked around the palace for a week, and finally looked at the high-ranking king and queen.

"Your Majesty Tiha, I'm a little tired. I want to let go of the war-related burdens... Unknowingly, 13 years have passed, and the family's kindness has been repaid. I will leave after the war... But please rest assured, no matter What happens next, I will still fulfill my last promise to protect you and the direct blood of the royal family until the moment before I leave."

"Your Majesty Ibrain..."

King Yaco's expression tightened, and he even got up from the throne reflexively.

This last straw will also leave, making him deeply desperate.

Ibrain stopped looking at him, dragged his long silver-white skirt, and walked towards the outside of the palace until his back disappeared.

King Tiha sat down on the throne in a daze. The queen hurried over to show concern for her husband, but the king just shook his head and didn't speak.

I don't know how long the dead silence lasted.

A courtier in luxurious clothes suddenly ran up to the palace, and said to the king in surprise:

"Your Majesty, the request for help from the Kingdom of Beelzebub has been answered! They even sent envoys!"

King Yaco suddenly raised his head, as if seeing the dawn, his eyes lit up.

"Please envoys come! Quick!"

Seeing this, the courtier who summoned him didn't even have time to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, so he turned around and left.

Not a moment.

The man returned to the hall with a group of people.

This group of envoys was not many, only about a dozen people. The leader was a thin middle-aged man with a mustache and a dark red tight-fitting expensive cotton coat with some rose patterns printed on it.

The man came to the throne with his head held high, and bowed slightly.

He spoke with a strange ups and downs, which is slightly different from the common Trisul language, and seems to have a different accent:
"King Yaco, Your Majesty Tihamoel, I am the leader of the Rose Messenger, Urbert... At the request of the Rose King, I come to help you."

"Envoy Ulbert, welcome to your arrival."

King Yaco opened his arms with a smile on his face, and he didn't see the previous depression... Maybe he covered it up well, or the arrival of the messenger made him see hope.

"On behalf of Yake and all the people of Anlong, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to the Rose King!"

Ulbert raised his mustache and smiled slightly.

Afterwards, King Yaco enthusiastically asked the attendants to bring chairs for the messenger group to sit down, which was a treatment that even the nobles in the palace did not have.

After a brief exchange between the two sides.

The king cautiously asked Urbert's envoy about reinforcements.

Unexpectedly, the envoy smiled lightly, indicating that the Kingdom of Beelzebub did not plan to send troops.

"No... no army?!"

King Yaco was stunned.

He immediately guessed something, with a struggling expression on his face, but soon, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said hoarsely to the messenger:

"I see... Messenger Urbert, please convey to the great Rose King that the Principality of Aco is willing to surrender to the Beelzebub Kingdom and become a part of the Rose Kingdom."

Everyone in the hall was startled, and then looked at the king in shock.

However, the king ignored these gazes and just looked lonely. He knew that this was the only way out for the Principality of Yaco... To be precise, it was the only way out for the royal family and all the nobles present.

After all, becoming a vassal of the Kingdom of Beelzebub may lose dignity, but it is better than being trampled by the imperial army and turning into dry bones.Even if the whole country surrenders, it will definitely not be their rulers who will survive in the end.

"Um……"

However, the envoy frowned, and after a short pause, he said:
"Oh, Your Majesty King Tihar, I think you seem to have misunderstood."

He glanced at everyone present with a half-smile.

"Although my king has no plans to send troops, we have prepared some powerful means to help the Principality of Yaco resist the attack of the imperial army."

"..."

King Tiha looked at the messenger quietly and fell silent.

It was not embarrassment, but at this moment, he finally understood the intention of the Rose Royal Family from the words of the other party... Beelzebub Kingdom will not accept their surrender at all, but is willing to provide some so-called "help" and use them as guns So, push it to the table to fight a war of attrition with the empire.

The other party had no good intentions from the very beginning. The Principality of Yaco and even the entire United Kingdom of Anlong were just pawns in the game between the two great powers.

Tihamoyer suppressed the grief and indignation in his heart, squeezed out a smile and said:

"In this case, I am really grateful to His Majesty the Rose King for his mercy and willingness to support the Principality of Yake..."

"Your Majesty Tiha, my king once said that Anlong is a neighboring country of Beelzebub, and they should help each other to resist the brutality and cruelty of the Trisur Empire... Helping you is also helping us."

The messenger smiled.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but King Tiha always felt that there was pride and sarcasm hidden in this smile.But he had no choice but to grit his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

In the ensuing exchange, the envoy group headed by Ulbert discussed the next strategic deployment with King Yaco... However, His Majesty the King seemed quite tired and weakly responded to various arrangements.

"...Your Majesty Tiha, the most critical fortress in the Principality of Yaco is Nabil Forest Castle. Once this place is breached by the imperial army, the whole battle will be hopeless..."

The eerie accent of Ulbert's envoy echoed in the royal palace.

King Yaco supported his head with his hands, and spit out words in his throat:

"According to the envoy's opinion, what should I do?"

"Naturally rely on the means we brought..."

The messenger spoke casually about the plan.

After King Yaco finished listening, he fell into a long silence, and all the nobles who were watching had complicated expressions on their faces.

Finally, the king nodded heavily and uttered a word:

"it is good……"

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a few days later.

A forest area more than 700 kilometers away from the capital of Natmani.

In front of Naples Forest Castle.

A shallow creek was filled with fallen tree stumps and some randomly dropped boulders.Not far away, the army of the Imperial Army was approaching like clouds before the heavy rain.

The guards of Anlong on the castle looked tense, as if they were facing a big enemy. The recruits looked at the army below the city, shaking violently as if they were suffering from a disease, their legs were weak, and they forcibly supported the parapet to avoid falling to the ground.The veterans sat on the ground with their backs against wooden barrels or ammunition boxes, smoking cigarettes with their heads bowed. Only the hands that kept rubbing the butts of their guns trembled slightly, revealing that their hearts were not at peace.

Soon, it was evening.

When the sky was getting dark, a loud horn sounded across the forest, startling a large number of birds.

woo-

Immediately afterwards, there was a unison shout that resounded through the universe.

"Imperial Army, Charge!!"

Accompanied by sharp and rapid whistles, the imperial army began to charge.The deafening sound waves and the galloping footsteps of tens of thousands of horses made the defenders on the castle seem to have hallucinations. The surrounding environment was like their own violently beating heart, constantly shaking.

I don't know how many castle defenders were stunned at this moment, the voices in their ears seemed to be gradually moving away, as if they were in a world of ice and snow, their blood was frozen.

They were intimidated by the might of the imperial army, and it was difficult for them to raise even the slightest desire to resist.

Roll!

The sound of heavy rolling wheels sounded from behind the battlefield.

A giant catapult over ten meters high was pushed to the front line by a small group of imperial troops. Its structure is full of beauty, with square iron sheets clinging to its surface, like scales on cold-blooded animals. The main parts are linked and supported by rivets and gears.

At the base, there are even steam boilers and giant leaf springs, which look like retro siege equipment combined with the product of "modern" black technology.

Chen Lun had already got off the carriage, and stood at the rear watching such a catapult. He knew in his heart that the reason why the Imperial Extraordinary Workshop chose to develop this old-fashioned siege equipment was because of a special shell!
Its raw material is a precious ore called "Sun Stone". Once burned, it will generate terrifying heat and spread wantonly!A "sun stone" the size of a fist can burn for more than ten hours, and its power is enough to burn several reinforced concrete buildings into ruins.

Conventional cannons cannot use shells made of "sun stone", because even steel will start to melt after being fired several times... Only equipment such as catapults can be dismantled for throwing arms and used frequently.

I saw teams of imperial troops carefully carrying sealed wooden boxes, and took out "golden yellow" cannonballs wrapped in special oiled paper, with jewel-like luster flowing on them, very eye-catching.

Under the command of the officers of the catapult brigade, in front of more than a dozen catapults, a soldier dripped some kind of gel liquid on the surface of the projectile, and immediately asked the four soldiers operating the catapult to turn the rocker and switch.

Bass--clang!

There were only dull and loud noises, and golden fireballs filled the sky, falling like a group of meteorites onto the walls of Nabil Forest Castle and into the castle.

Immediately, intense firelight illuminated the sky.

Faint screams came and went, composing a purgatory tune.The stone city wall was gradually spread by the flames, and collapsed like weathered sand during the burning, and huge pits appeared one after another.

The defenders were stained with flames and instantly turned into moving pillars of fire. They struggled and fell down, and turned into fly ash after just a few breaths, leaving an unquenchable flame and a black shadow that seemed to be nothing in place.

"This is a one-sided massacre..."

Behind Chen Lun, all the hands who witnessed this scene showed emotion, and Golov shook his head and muttered softly.

Chen Lun didn't speak, just looked out calmly.

Eyes reflect the burning flame.

He has long known the strength of the Imperial Army. Even in his previous life, defeats like the Battle of the Hercule Bridgehead were only a very small number of cases... The Western War was almost always flat.

"Don't take it lightly, this battle is not as simple as before, it is far from being as simple as it seems on the surface..."

Chen Lun held his silver cane and said without looking back.

When the subordinates heard what the head said, they couldn't help but look at each other.

Sure enough, a deafening thunder suddenly sounded above the head——

Rumble!
Chen Lun's subordinates and the soldiers on both sides on the battlefield were immediately attracted by the sound, and when they looked up, a swirling dark red cloud gathered over the Nabil Forest Castle, and a strange flash of light flashed inside. Blue-purple electric glow.

patter...

Immediately afterwards, blood rained from the sky.

The line of sight is shrouded in red water mist, and this place is like being in purgatory.

In the originally burning castle, the unquenchable flames thrown by the catapults went out strangely, but the countless screams did not stop, but intensified, even more hysterical, full of madness...

"This rain is like the means of the Red Apple Church."

Floy held up a black umbrella for Chen Lun, and whispered behind him.

All the subordinates also held up their umbrellas, looking at the leader's back in doubt, expecting him to answer for themselves and others.

"To be precise, it's the Rose Royal Family..."

Chen Lun spread out his hand and stretched out the umbrella, following the rain of blood that fell from the sky.

The sound of barking was endless, and the rain of blood dripped on his hand, and blue smoke came out, but his smooth and white palm was unscathed.

"It's like some kind of ceremony...some kind of ceremony that is even more intense than the Red Disaster."

On Chen Lun's calm face, his eyes narrowed slightly.

(End of this chapter)