Sky Dragon Rider

"No, no, I don't admit it! You are talking nonsense! I don't believe it! I am the most orthodox emperor of the Slan Empire!"

Torrantes started yelling, but his voice was getting weaker and weaker.

"Torrantes, you have been swallowed by hatred, and you can't see everything in front of you. Not only is Cyril disappointed in you, but I am also disappointed in you! Not every generation of emperors will let themselves go so easily Brother, although our Slan Empire does not make every prince accustomed to life and death like the Adrisig Empire, it is not so easy to inherit the throne."

His Majesty Cyril caressed the old emperor's chest, and fell into the dead silence of the tent, only the breathless panting of His Majesty Mayazzo could be heard.

Torrantes, who used to be a prince, was ashamed. No matter how much he denied it, he could not erase the fact that the succession to the throne had always been cruel.

The Tian Family is the most ruthless, even the Slan Empire is no exception. In fact, the rulers of those old empires have different inheritance rules, but there is one thing in common. Each generation of emperors is the most aggressive, even the most The aggressive one.

Which generation of emperors did not exchange their wealth and life for the throne, if the descendants of future generations enjoy the shadow without pressure, no matter how powerful the empire is, it will be quickly defeated because of a cowardly lamb leading a group of lions.

The seemingly cruel and ruthless rules of imperial succession have maintained the prosperity of the Islamic Empire for a long time.

The old emperor stood up tremblingly like an old man on the verge of death, and said softly: "Cyril, for the sake of my brothers in the past, give him a good time."

Without looking back, he walked towards the small door of the tent that he came from.

No matter how hard-hearted he is, he can't face the fratricide between his two sons, even though the battle for the throne is so cruel and ruthless.

The entire empire has been handed over to his fourth son Cyril, so everything is up to him. Anyone who dares to provoke the rules will inevitably pay a high price, even life.

The moths flew into the flames, but they didn't expect that it was his other son who jumped at him. Why not make this old man sad, as a player in the game and a person who has experienced it, he is powerless and even more unwilling to change this rule.

In order to maintain the strength of the Islamic Empire, it is necessary to give up some things, no matter how precious it is.

"Torrantes, tell me, who else is behind this operation?"

Watching the old emperor's back disappear from sight, His Majesty Cyril spoke again, his tone was very indifferent, as if he was only facing a stranger, and this stranger once threatened to cut off the neck of his emperor.

Glancing around at the other five captives who were tied up like him, Torrantes seemed to have accepted his fate, and said, "It's already this time, and I don't need to hide it from you! That incompetent flying dragon knight came from In Cartagena, they are here to pick up cheap, um, the one next to me, the leader of the Luosang mercenary army, Hope, does not belong to any faction, he just took my money and worked for me, that's all, if It wasn’t them, I died a long time ago, besides that, there are people from Tesi, Portland and Lahn who have been secretly helping me. They contacted information and provided funds for me. Of course, I dug the empire for them. in return, like the second one from my left, a successful Mr. Secret Agent!"

The mercenaries of the Luosang Kingdom really did their duty. Brothers Gray and Gera used their bodies to block the explosion of the aerial bomb for Torrantes. The twin brothers were killed on the spot, and their bodies were horrible. Under the body, he survived.

"Shut up! Torrantes, what nonsense are you talking about?" A person next to him struggled and roared, twisting his body and trying to rush towards him, as if some important information was being leaked.

He didn't expect that he not only failed to escape, but was captured and sent here alive, and he didn't expect that Torrantes, who he had been investing a lot of money and energy in assisting, would bite back and expose him.

"What am I afraid of, let's go on the road together! The secret spy of Portland's 'Night Snake', Mr. 'Vampire Fly'! Cyril, he knows more than me."

Torrantes had long since lost his desire to live, but dying was his last wish.

"Torrantes! I won't let you go!"

"Haha, I'm waiting for you!"

The former second prince didn't take the other party's threats to heart at all.

"Untie and give wine!"

His Majesty Cyril, who sat back in his seat, couldn't tell whether there was sadness or anger on his face, and he didn't even look at the distraught Portland spy at all.

"Thank you!"

Torrantes, who was untied from the rope, looked calm, and he could no longer find the slightest bit of madness in his body. He seemed to have been waiting for this moment.

Picking up the wine cup from a silver plate held by a waiter, the taste of the wine implies the unique elegant fragrance of "Lover's Dream", and he drank it without hesitation.

The expensive poisons processed by special alchemy techniques from various poisons such as blue boulder arsenopyretic, seven-leaf burning heart grass, and wraith dove feathers quickly exerted their effects.

With a final calm smile, Torrantes fell headlong to the ground, his lifeless body stiffened quickly.

Even if he is deprived of the royal surname "Slan", he can still enjoy royal decency and end his life with a glass of poisoned wine.

"Then, next!"

Watching Torrantes' body being carried away, His Majesty Cyril, who immediately got rid of a trace of sadness, seemed to want to focus on the remaining five captives, especially Potter, whose identity was exposed by Torrantes on the spot. Lan "Night Snake" organization, a secret spy code-named "Vampire Fly".

"Master Duke Dalton! Do you have anything to say?"

His Majesty Cyril's eyes suddenly locked on one of the courtiers and nobles in the camp without warning.

The two royal guards rushed over immediately, forced the others away, dragged out a panicked nobleman, and threw them heavily beside the five captives.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I am wronged!"

The Duke of Dalton is nearly sixty years old. Due to his physical condition and well-maintained body, he looks like he is in his 40s. Only from his hoarse voice, he can barely tell the difference between his age and his actual appearance. Ambivalence.

But at this moment, he has completely lost the elegance and restraint he had just now, like a cat whose tail was pinched, in chaos.

"You secretly colluded with the Texi people, do you really think I don't know anything?"

As if wanting to vent all his depression and anger, His Majesty Cyril patted the armrest in a cold tone, as if he had mastered more things.

There was silence in the camp, and the faces of the ministers and nobles showed horror. The majesty of His Majesty Cyril was not inferior to the old emperor Mayazuo at all.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me! I was just confused for a moment."

The Duke of Dalton knelt down and begged for mercy with a pale face. He knew that His Majesty the Emperor would never target the target indiscriminately. He must have strong evidence to make such an attack.

"Take it off!"

His Majesty Cyril will not be moved by just a few words of salvation. After a cold snort, he locked his eyes on a minister again, "Ezekiel! Have you forgotten what a hero your grandfather is? This empire The heroes who have been extolled from all over the world would never think that some of their children and grandchildren would have contacts with foreign countries and betray their own empire."

Gudong! ~

A minister seemed to have been sucked out of all his energy, and fell to his knees slumped, not daring to make any excuses at all.

"Take it down!" His Majesty Cyril didn't intend to give the other party a chance to defend himself.

The royal guards stepped forward without any hesitation, and dragged him down in the same way.

One traitor after another was caught, and His Majesty Cyril actually named seven people on the spot, even more than the captured prisoners.

People in the camp were panicked for a while, no one thought that there would be so many of them colluding with foreign countries and betraying their emperor, maybe they were involved in the attack on the hunting ground.

There are always people who want to change their own destiny and take a gamble. The old emperor Mayazuo is right. There is no free reap in this world. They bet their wealth, and at the moment they reveal the cup, they also lose themselves. net worth.

"Okay, stop here! Take them all back to the imperial capital and interrogate them severely!"

The death roll call finally stopped, and the rest of the people breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that His Majesty the Emperor had called him just now, and it would be a disaster.

"I'm very disappointed! Very disappointed! I didn't expect our ministers and nobles to be so easily won over. I won't pursue the rest. You should know that the empire is not only mine, but also yours. If the royal family When it’s over, the empire will cease to exist, and your power, wealth, and even everything you own will disappear, this is not alarmist talk, this is a lesson from history, so don’t take any chances!”

His Majesty Cyril is warning these ministers and nobles.

Although everyone understands the truth, in fact, few people really take it seriously, because there will always be people who make those stupid mistakes again and again.

The tent was empty again, and it returned to the silence and chill just now, even worse.

"The third-class royal guard Mo Lin! Come forward!"

The head of the inner palace, Fance, cast his eyes on Lin Mo who was standing in the corner. The other party had been here for a while, and finally it was his turn.

"Your Majesty!" Lin Mo stepped out without any hesitation.

"Well, Maureen, you make me feel a bit difficult!"

His Majesty Cyril arched his chin with his hands, and looked at the guard in front of him, but there was no expression on his face.

On the other hand, the other people in the tent were horrified. Could it be that Lord Mo Lin also participated in the treason? How could it be possible? (To be continued. Please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)