People are in the Ark, I am the mastermind behind them

The raging fire was approaching the door of the Winter Palace. This blow indeed had extremely terrifying power. Before it even got close, it had already melted the steel door.If hit, it would tip the scales of war.

"His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty Fyodor!"

Several guards screamed, and they rushed forward to block the emperor, fearing that he would be affected by the Origin Stone skills.

The next moment, from the shadows, from the place not illuminated by light, someone finally took action.

"Who... wants to harm my king?"

A hoarse voice sounded, revealing a strong smell of blood.

An inside guard!The person who appeared in front of everyone was actually an internal guard. He drew out his sharp blade and faced the raging flames.

The flames scorched his body, the flames scorched his soul, and the scorching temperature expanded and raged inside his body, melting the sharp blades and almost tearing his kingdom apart.

However, even though it was so painful, even though the price was so heavy, the defender still did it.

He stood in front of everyone and used his sharp blade to tear through the flames. When the weapon was melted, he condensed a pitch-black spear and withstood a blow that could destroy an entire street.

Both the emperor and the rebel nobles fell silent.

It is an unspoken rule that the inside guard never participates in a fight that is not yet clear.And now, are they finally breaking this rule?

For a moment, the noble rebels fell into despair. The temporary head of the Kyle family stepped forward. He pointed at the inner guard and cursed loudly, regardless of the noble etiquette.

"You lackeys, you poor wallflowers, these criminals who deserve to be hanged!"

"Where are the thugs? Where are the knives?"

He used curses to cover up his fear and anger to fill the despair in his chest.

A trace of blood flowed down the inner guard's arm. After encountering the intense heat, his arm was almost carbonized.

"Your Majesty Fyodor, I don't have much time."

He broke the rule [Internal guards are not allowed to participate in unclear political struggles], and soon, a new internal guard will come to deal with him.

The Ussian looked at Fyodor with complicated eyes. He had stayed with the emperor for nearly 20 years. He watched Fyodor patch up this great empire. He looked at Fyodor. I tried to unite all of Ursus.

The late emperor is a sword, but this sword is too sharp. It is only suitable for punishing the world, not for nurturing Ursus.

In Fyodor, the defender saw brighter factors. He saw the glory and future of Ursus.

For this reason, he is willing to devote his loyalty to Feodor and... everything!

"Ah...you are!"

Fyodor opened his eyes wide, and he realized that the inner guard in front of him was the inner guard who had stopped an assassination for him, and was the inner guard who commanded with him on the carriage.

"You and your people will be invincible."

The inner guard said this to his king, and then jumped off the high wall.

He is the emperor's sharp blade, he is the night watchman of the empire. For Ursus in his heart, this inner guard launched a charge against the rebels.

Along the way, the soldiers moved out of the way. They did not dare to stop such an extremely vicious internal guard.

The dark figure ran wildly on the ground. Anyone who dared to block the way would be punched away by him. In the extremely shocked eyes of the nobles, he had almost approached the command post of the nobles.

"Quick, stop him!"

The next moment, two Ursus scimitars pierced the chest of the inner guard.

"Compatriots, you leave us with no choice."

Two new inner guards appeared in the shadows. They stepped forward, picked up the dying inner guard, and prepared to take him away.

The aura of the evil spirit suddenly expands, and it affects everything tangible and intangible around it.

All electronic equipment lost effectiveness in an instant, including those electronic jammers.

At this moment, Speaker Witte in the Winter Palace showed an ecstatic expression. He tuned to the public channel and then said

"The city defense troops of Holy Castle, please go to the Winter Palace immediately, please go to the Winter Palace immediately"

"Those nobles, they betrayed His Majesty, they betrayed Ursus, they want to kill His Majesty Feodor!"

In the Holy Castle City, a citizen’s house

A worker was listening to the radio and heard the sound of gunshots coming from far away from time to time. He was extremely frightened.

To divert his attention, he turned on the radio to listen to some music.

"...They want to kill His Majesty Fyodor!"

When he heard such an announcement, the worker was stunned.

Fyodor was the emperor he respected the most. If it weren't for Fyodor, he would have froze to death in the winter.

Want to kill His Majesty Feodor?He was the first to refuse!

The worker's anger was ignited. He picked up the engineering shovel beside the wall and took to the street.

Infected people inside the factory

Thousands of infected people were sleeping. Suddenly, they heard an emergency notification on the radio. They heard Speaker Witte's announcement and heard the news that Fyodor was in danger.

"Someone wants to kill His Majesty the Emperor?"

An infected person muttered, he thought it was ridiculous.

Who will pay their wages after killing Fyodor?Who will protect the human rights of infected people?Who promises to fight for more rights for people living with HIV.

This is simply an enemy of all Ursus-infected people.

In an instant, the crowd was excited, and these angry infected people quickly lost control. They smashed open the door with brute force, then found sledgehammers and wrenches, and ran towards the Winter Palace.

There are many similar scenes. Even Witte himself could not have imagined how many people's attention his broadcast would attract.

People kept pouring onto the streets, either carrying iron bars or shovels.The infected have also given up hiding. They come out of the sewers and slums. If someone waves a flag, the infected will respond.

"Protect His Majesty Feodor!"

The originally dark city lit up with light. It was countless citizens of Ursus. They heard the news of the noble rebellion. Although they were weak, they still stood up.

"Fight with those nobles!"

Countless suffering infected people gathered together, and their hearts were also full of flesh. They could feel Fyodor's efforts to solve the problem of infected people.

If they want to survive, they must follow the emperor. The nobles killed Fyodor because they wanted the lives of the infected.

No one would agree.

In order to protect this kind majesty, to protect this common monarch, the people of Ursus stood up.

Chapter 124: Fall into the vast sea of ​​people!

The morning sun sheds its first ray of light, which shines on the streets of Holy Castle and on the citizens who are still gathering.

More than five hours had passed since the aristocratic coalition launched a rebellion. They dumped more than 600 corpses in front of the Winter Palace gate, and then they barely crossed the first line of defense.

The gate of the Winter Palace is too strong, and the ubiquitous Originium skills can provide help to the defenders, making it impossible for the noble coalition's numerical advantage to be used.

The balance of victory is tilting towards the nobles. They have killed more than a hundred Winter Palace guards, and the total force Feodor can use does not exceed 500 people.

"Come on!"

With the nobles' orders, they finally broke open the door of the Winter Palace, and the soldiers poured in like a tide. Feodor had to lead his soldiers to retreat into the side hall.

Soon, the two armies started fighting again in front of the parliament. With their numerical advantage, the noble coalition advanced rapidly. They often fired their muskets first, and then led their troops to charge into battle when the defenders fell into chaos.

Looking from a distance, the guards of the Winter Palace are already on their own. Although they are all top-notch elites, they will eventually be swallowed up by a steady stream of noble rebels.

Just when the nobles were happy that there was progress in the advancement, bad news came from the soldiers guarding various street corners.

A herald soldier strode forward breathlessly to report to the temporary head of the Kyle family.

"Sir, mobs are coming from Ursus Street and from all directions. They have weapons in their hands. They don't know where they got the information. They have to go to the Winter Palace no matter what."

"The situation...the situation is about to become unsustainable!"

Facing the bad news brought by the messengers, the faces of these nobles instantly darkened. They were only one step away from the world's riches. For this reason, no one could stop them.

"Can't you maintain it? Then there's no need to maintain it."

"Send the order and allow the use of standard weapons. All are allowed. I will bear the consequences."

A temporary head of the family said this, and he urged the messenger to bring the order immediately.

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A few kilometers away, thousands of Ursus citizens were surrounded by a fence in front of which stood a group of soldiers.

"Let us go, you jackals!"

"You are all soldiers of His Majesty Fyodor. If you do this, you will be punished!"

Although these soldiers repeatedly emphasized that nothing happened at the Winter Palace, these Ursus citizens still did not want to believe it. They pressed forward and almost pushed down the isolation belt.

Seeing that the warning was ineffective, the leading soldier shrugged, took out his musket, and fired a shot into the sky. The deafening sound instantly silenced the crowd.

"Whoever dares to come forward again should not blame me and my soldiers for being ruthless."

After a brief silence, more violent anger erupted. The emotions of these citizens were completely ignited, and they were beyond angry.

"You want to shoot at citizens of your own country? How dare you?"

A minor noble roared, feeling that his education had been subverted.

"Come on, if you want to kill someone, kill me first!"

Countless people surged up. They were walls, waves, and the embodiment of Ursus' will.Many people brandished weapons and in an instant smashed and trampled the seemingly indestructible isolation belt.

After several gunshots, these soldiers were finally swallowed up.From the beginning, it was impossible for them to succeed, because what they wanted to block was the entire Ursus.

More and more people joined in. They burst into violent cheers, tore down the isolation belt, dismantled the barbed wire fence, and moved closer to the Winter Palace step by step.

Along the way, windows were constantly opened, and the residents inside were throwing weapons at the crowd. The young nobles handed their family swords to the crowds participating in the riots. The owner of the weapons store frantically waved signs and distributed valuable weapons to them for free. .

Although the equipment is rudimentary, the morale of this team is extremely high. They know what they are doing. For this extremely noble ideal, everyone is ready to sacrifice.

His Majesty Feodor is their emperor. He brings life to the infected, he brings benefits to the new nobles, he considers the small citizens, and he brings cheap seeds and fertilizers to the farmers.

He may not be as majestic as the previous emperor, but the citizens of Holy Castle truly felt the emperor's kindness and his brilliance.

"For Ursus, for our Emperor!"

People shouted slogans, and they once again charged towards a line of defense. Faced with the fact that they regarded death as home, the defenders quickly became afraid. They dropped their weapons, fearing that they would be drowned in the crowd.

Bad news reached the temporary command post in front of the Winter Palace one after another. In order to prevent the mob from affecting the final battle situation, the noble rebels had to dispatch [-] soldiers and go to Ursus Square to stop them.

In Ursus Square, more than [-] soldiers set up their crossbows and loaded their firecrackers. They spread out in rows and decided to use firepower to expel the mob in one fell swoop.

Ten minutes later, the crowd advanced to Ursus Square. It was already 10 in the morning. The sun tilted its gaze and shone on a team.

This is probably the worst team in Ursus. Some people are wearing dirty work clothes and holding shovels in their hands. Some people are wearing pajamas and holding ancient long swords that they got from nowhere. Their faces were covered with Origin Stones, they were covered in blood, and they fought the most bravely.

Facing such a team, the leading commander didn't pay attention at all. He raised his arms arrogantly, thinking that they could be driven away with a single volley.

"Crying gun!"

The Originium ammunition was fired and made a violent sound. They hit the leading group of people, knocking them to the ground and blood splattered all over the ground.

The scene that the commander expected did not appear. Faced with the death of their companions, these citizens were surprisingly calm.No, it was more like brewing anger than calmness.

"O corrupt man, you and your soldiers cannot stop us, how can you stop the justice of Ursus."

Countless infected people stood up and used their own Originium skills to fight back the soldiers' attacks, and many of them were powerful casters.

These infected people have always been an invisible part of Ursus and have been exploited.But recently, they were surprised to find that Ursus pickets no longer patrol all day long to catch infected people; from time to time in the slums, officials come to distribute food without confirming whether they are infected; even if they are caught and infected If they work in a factory, they will not be persecuted to death, and the money they earn will be sent to their original families.

The infected only hope to have a land where they can die in peace, but Fyodor is willing to give more. He does not want the infected to die miserably. He wants to unite them. In the future, he will also let the infected become Ursus. a part of.

Therefore, these infected people tried their best to support the king. The king was willing to fall to pieces for them, and they were naturally willing to dedicate everything to the king.

They have nothing but their own lives.

"My compatriots, long live Ursus!"

An infected person roared. He rushed to the front of the team and threw a homemade Molotov cocktail. Almost instantly, more than a dozen crossbows aimed at him and beat him into a sieve.

There was an infected warlock who desperately chanted the skills of the Origin Stone. She squeezed herself regardless, allowing the Origin Stone to grow wildly and cover her arms. She tore the defenders' line with angry flames, and finally died from a sniper's burst.

And more people, more infected people, raised barricades, shields, and iron gates, and strode forward.