I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 245

After an unknown amount of time, the door of this hall was pushed open and walked in.

It was Wolf who entered the door. At this moment, his body was covered with blood, and there were more or less wounds on his body, but it was not fatal.

He looked around, the entire hall was full of corpses at the moment, and all the palace guards who came in had their throats sealed with a precise sword, without suffering too much pain.

The ground was stained red with blood, and a strong smell of blood came to the nostrils.

Arthur just sat on the steps under the throne. His body was covered with blood, and he supported the holy sword with both hands. There was no blood on the sword. In the dark space, Arthur's eyes flickered flickering. brilliant.

Wolfe also noticed the emperor with his chest pierced on the throne.

He quickly stepped forward to check around the emperor, and after a while, he concluded.

"He committed suicide."

Hearing this, Arthur looked up at him.

"Whether it's held in the forehand or the backhand, the sword will not penetrate at this angle," Wolf said. "The probability of suicide is higher."

After a pause, Wolf murmured in confusion, "But...why did he commit suicide?"

"In order for the war to continue, so that the Spanish Empire will not be defeated because of his being hijacked." Arthur said, "He still has a crown prince, but he is not in the imperial capital."

"It seems that the emperor still has some blood." Wolf muttered.

Arthur slowly got up from the stairs and asked, "How is it outside now?"

"The Knights have already occupied the palace, but the nearby troops should be rushing here."

"I understand." Arthur turned his head to look at the corpse on one side and said, "Take his crown out to show those troops, and say that their emperor, Louis XV, has been held hostage by us and let them surrender. "

Hearing this, Wolf raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"I have a magic that can disguise people as others.

For us, our purpose is to hold the emperor of the West Asian Empire hostage, but it doesn't really matter whether the emperor is real or not.

The important thing is that others think whether the Louis XV in our hands is real or not. "

Arthur said calmly.

"Now that we have entered the palace, no one will think that our Louis XV is a fake.

There will be no so-called real Louis XV jumping out.

I have killed all witnesses, as long as the news is blocked.

Enough to allow us to achieve our desired strategic goals. "

A gleam flashed in Wolfe's eyes, "I understand, I'll have someone block the news now."

"Call someone to come here and watch, and I'll go out with you to have a look."

As he spoke, Arthur followed directly behind Wolfe, and the corridor outside was completely controlled by the Celtic Knights at this moment.

The elite of more than 1 people, although many people were lost in the raid, but there are still about 1 people. It is still very easy to face these defenders of the imperial city.

This is also due to this era, but it will not be successful if it is hundreds of years forward or backward.

Hundreds of years ago, the imperial city must have been surrounded by walls. They cavalry could not attack the city at all, and they had more means to deal with cavalry.

In the next few hundred years, it will be more difficult to hide with a larger population, and the communication will be closer, and their traces will soon be found.

The territory of the Spanish Empire is very large, but the defeat is also due to the large size of the country. The land is sparsely populated, and more than 1 people can easily hide across most of the empire.

The corridors are full of cavalrymen holding guns. They stand in two rows with solemn and energetic faces.

Wolf directly greeted the two members of the Knights and told them to enter the chamber to look at the body of Louis XV.

They walked out of the palace, and the battlefield outside was over. Many soldiers of the Spanish Empire were tied up by their men and gathered on the lawn on one side.

The moment Arthur came out, all Spanish Empire people focused their attention on him, and soon, they saw the crown in Wolfe's hand.

Everyone's eyes dimmed.

At this moment, they already know the end of the country.

But there was no joy on Arthur's face.

He raised his head and stared at the sky with a serious face.

It is still that dimly lit, giving people a feeling of being in the evening.

It was already past four o'clock in the morning when they attacked the imperial capital, and now a few hours have passed, there is no reason for the sky to remain like this.

"What's wrong?" Wolff asked.

"It's nothing, maybe I'm just suspicious." Arthur said.

He looked around.

The surrounding morning fog seems to be getting thicker and denser, and the whole city is shrouded in smoke, becoming more and more hazy.

But suddenly, I don't know if it was because of the days of fighting that he relaxed at this moment.

A heavy drowsiness gradually swept over Arthur's body, making him in a trance for a while.

The surrounding soldiers, including those bound imperial guards, began to fall one after another, falling into a coma.

Arthur seemed to sense something was wrong, and immediately bit his tongue, making himself more sober.

He looked around and found that Wolfe had also fallen to the ground, and everyone visible to the naked eye had also fallen into a deep sleep.

The whole city was shrouded in this weird mist, and it was as silent as death. Dawn did not come, but a more dizzy darkness came.
Arthur seemed to feel something, his pupils contracted slightly, and he turned his head suddenly to look at the palace, as if he wanted to see the meeting hall through the wall of the palace.

In that chamber.

The body of Louis XV was slowly straightening up, just like the marquis that Helang killed back then, the blood under him began to flow back, the blood color on the carpet gradually faded, and gradually flowed back to his body.

With the return of the last drop of blood, he opened his eyes abruptly, completely losing the distinction between white and black in his eyes, and some only had a deep blackness, like an abyss.

There was a strange and deep aura exuding from his body, and the surrounding smoke seemed to spread around him.

He raised his hand, grabbed the sword inserted into his chest, and slowly pulled it out without taking any blood.

He raised his eyes to look in the direction of the gate, and a figure was slowly walking towards this side.

He grinned slowly.

"It can only be said that he really deserves to be the holy king chosen by heaven.

Not many people can stand against my field.

You really... brought me a lot of trouble.

Arthur Britannia. "

Arthur walked in slowly from the corridor, and the two members of the Celtic Knights guarding the chamber also fell into a deep sleep, but their lives were not in danger.

Arthur looked up at Louis XV on the high platform.

"who are you?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Louis XV grinned, "Louis XV, the emperor of the Spanish Empire you want to hold hostage."

"No, you're not him." Arthur shook his head, "He's dead, you took his body."

Louis XV narrowed his eyes slightly, "It seems that someone has systematically taught you to understand the mystery. I'm a little curious. Who is that person behind you?"

"Looks like I asked first, didn't I?" Arthur said.

Louis XV let out a low chuckle.

"You are really hard to deal with.

When my people started the war in West France, it was estimated that it would take at least seven to eight years to fight on the Eastern Front. You pushed it to the imperial capital in a few months, and even wiped out the entire West France. It is difficult for people to intervene.

There is also the battlefield on the southern front, which can be regarded as a battlefield where I am more confident.

You raided the imperial capital again in a short period of time, which really caught me off guard. "

Arthur narrowed his eyes, "You are behind all this?"

"Surprised?" he teased.

"No surprise." Arthur said, "When I was replaying, I felt that this war was strange."

He looked up at Louis XV.

"what is your purpose?"

"It's nothing, just die a few people." Louis XV said calmly, "Unfortunately, the number of people who died in this war is far from meeting my requirements."

"How much do you want to die?" Arthur asked.

"Tens of millions." He said casually.

"Tens of millions!?" Arthur opened his eyes.

But soon, an imperceptible sullenness appeared on his face, and he clenched his fists tightly.

"Even Britannia has just over 8000 million people!"

"It's 2000 million." Louis XV reminded, "How long has it been since you did a census?"

After a pause, he nodded self-consciously, "Your country is too big, which is normal."

He sighed.

"I didn't want to come in person, but you're such a nuisance."

"But you came just in time!"

Arthur stretched his hand to his waist, grasped the hilt of the sword, and prepared to rush directly to the man on the throne.

But at that moment, his pupils shrank slightly.

He couldn't move at all, he could only maintain this posture.

It was as if there was an absolute force that froze his soul and body in place, but his consciousness was clear.

Louis XV on the throne watched him condescendingly.

"You are indeed outstanding. In the entire history of mankind, there may not be a few people like you.

But alas. The enemies you face.
But God"

He raised his hand, raised his finger and pointed it slowly at Arthur's forehead, murmuring softly.

"Sleep forever, in the dream world, you will get everything you want."

(End of this chapter)