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

"Go and turn off the communication interference. His Majesty Feodor's reinforcements will not come. As long as we find someone to declare victory, the incited mob will naturally leave."

The person who issued the order was the temporary head of the Kyle family. They contributed the most and it was in line with the general views of the nobles, so no one questioned his order.

Soon, the soldiers turned off the electronic jamming devices at his command, and they connected the radio and radio channels throughout Ursus to promote their victory.

"Dear citizens of Ursus, fellow members of Ursus, today, we are going to announce a big event..."

The announcer, trying hard to contain his ecstasy, read out the scheduled script in smooth Ussian.

"The great emperor, the supreme ruler of the Ursus Empire, His Majesty Feodor, stopped breathing in the Winter Palace 15 minutes ago. Currently, all the major dukes have gone to the Winter Palace, and the follow-up arrangements will be announced immediately."

Furthermore, the announcer announced in a tough tone.

"In addition, Saint-Jun Castle is in a special period. We hope that all Ursus citizens will stay at home and not cause trouble to the government. Ursus will not let any perpetrator go."

Such words spread throughout the entire Holy Castle and every street through broadcasts and radios.

"What? His Majesty Fyodor is dead?"

Many people who were rushing to the Winter Palace stopped and stared blankly at the radio broadcast on the roadside, unable to understand the meaning of these words.

They instinctively do not want to believe this is true. They would rather think that this is a smoke bomb released by the nobles. But if the nobles are telling lies, why don't His Majesty Feodor and his ministers come out to refute the rumors?

Many citizens cried. They couldn't believe this was true. They didn't want to believe that the benevolent Majesty had completely lost this political struggle.

"No, how could it be so, how could it be so!"

Some infected people dropped their weapons, fell to their knees on the ground, and cried loudly. Ursus lost a benevolent king, and the infected people also lost their future.

The cries covered up the sound of gunshots, and as far as the eye could see, the densely packed crowd was crying.

They wept for that emperor, they wept for the future of Ursus.

Suddenly, an infected person suddenly stood up. In his pale pupils, there was no trace of the element of survival. What was surging was the burning anger and hatred.

"My compatriots, we lost, His Majesty Fyodor died in the conspiracy."

He suppressed his grief and picked up the long sword that fell to the ground.

"We lost, but justice cannot lose, and neither can Ursus."

"We should fight to the Winter Palace, we should hang those cruel nobles! We should hang those executioners who killed Fyodor!"

The infected person raised his sword above his head, slashed his palm, and let the blood flow down his arm.

Swearing on blood is the most noble oath in Ursus. It represents immortality and overriding everything.

"We want to avenge His Majesty Feodor. The nobles made the infected lose tomorrow, and the infected will make them lose everything!"

Countless infected people raised their heads. They remembered Fyodor's kind words, his fireside chats, and the decrees drafted for the infected.

Yes, Fyodor was killed, and those nobles will definitely oppress them again. They extinguished the light belonging to the infected. How can the infected endure it?How can an infected person endure it?

"Revenge for His Majesty Feodor!"

Their faces turned red, their eyes widened with anger, and each one of them had the belief that they would die. They took up their weapons again and headed towards the Winter Palace.

Citizens continued to join them, those who had been favored by Fyodor, and those nobles with righteous hearts came. They could not bear the shameful atrocities of the great nobles, and they wanted to sacrifice their lives for Ursus.

As a result, the nobles at the temporary command post of the Winter Palace discovered an extremely strange thing. After the broadcast was sent out, the mob not only did not retreat, but intensified.

Several lines of defense set up in front of the Winter Palace were attacked in an unprecedented manner, and more than [-] soldiers were killed or wounded. This forced the nobles to send their last reserves to the battlefield, leaving them with no more troops.

When the reserve team arrived at the predetermined location, they found that almost all the citizens participating in the riot were infected. They were not afraid of death and they only wanted to die.

From time to time, infected workers wearing overalls would run out of the shadows, often carrying oil barrels or Originium explosives on their backs, and launch suicide attacks on these soldiers.

"You executioners, I curse you, I curse you all to a bad death."

High up in a building, stood an infected warlock. He raised his specially made Source Stone staff, cut open his chest without hesitation, and used his own blood as a medium to use Sakaz's Source Stone. The skill summoned the blood snake, and then issued the most vicious curse. He wanted to curse these unkind nobles with his own death.

The nobles could not imagine how terrifying the turmoil caused by their broadcast. In the minds of the infected, Fyodor was their great savior, and killing Fyodor was tantamount to giving all infected people Sentenced to death.

Countless infected people came over, venting their anger. From time to time, powerful casters would appear. They would risk their lives just to bury all the soldiers blocking the way.

"Kill them, don't spare any of them!"

The infected, covered in blood, charged forward. They had no regard for life and death. Even if they were killed immediately, they would still choke these soldiers with their own blood.

This kind of battle has never been encountered by Ursus soldiers. Fire guns cannot drive them away, crossbows cannot scare them, and even sharp blades cannot make these infected people surrender.

When the infected no longer limit themselves, the power they unleash is unimaginable. They use their own lives as fuel, and the Originium skills they perform are more accurate and powerful than the firecrackers in the hands of soldiers.

This reserve team only lasted for half an hour under the wrath of the infected, and was torn through the defense line in an almost cruel way. Not a single soldier could escape, and they were all cut into pieces by the angry infected.

When the news of the defeat reached the command post of the nobles, these nobles showed incredible expressions. They searched everywhere, but they could no longer gather a second unit.

A nobleman walked out of the command post. There had been no news from the Winter Palace for a long time. They could only place their hope on the troops entering the Winter Palace.

The nobleman looked around, and in the distance, he saw small dots, which were infected people one after another. They were covered in blood, and each of them had an extremely angry expression on their face.

Some people have lost their arms, and some people are covered with Origin Stones. Their hands hold a variety of weapons, stained with the blood and minced meat of Ursus soldiers.

Obviously, they had penetrated the defense lines of the nobles, and now they were coming to take off the heads of these great nobles.

"Ah, it's over, we're going to be doomed..."

He hurriedly issued an early warning, and under his leadership, all the nobles ran towards the Winter Palace. They believed that the occupied Winter Palace must be safer than the outside.

Little did they know that what awaited these nobles inside the Winter Palace would be a nightmare that they would never forget.

There, the soldiers who had high hopes from the nobles were encountering a massacre.

Chapter 127: The blood flowed like a river

In Feodor's palace, the form of the battle has been reversed, and the offensive and defensive trends are different.

The originally arrogant rebels were running away frantically, and behind them, it seemed as if some extremely terrifying monster was chasing them.

The crossbowman threw away his crossbow, and the valuable fire blunderbuss were randomly discarded, and then trampled into scrap metal by the panicked fleeing crowd.

It is hard to imagine that this team was marching forward just ten minutes ago, dreaming of conquering the Winter Palace and enjoying all the glory and wealth.

From the beginning, these nobles gathered a total of more than [-] people. After encountering the first wave of attrition at the gate of the Winter Palace, a total of more than [-] soldiers entered the Winter Palace, and the ensuing street fighting increased the number of casualties. To a terrifying point.

There are more than [-] people in this rebel army. Their opponents are dozens of Winter Palace guards, a Wendigo, and a former general of the empire.

This was originally a war that could not be lost, but what went wrong?

The steel-reinforced wall screamed, then collapsed, throwing up violent dust.What appeared in the rebels' sight was a tall Wendigo.

That was the old patriot man. He had completely lost his usual calmness. Instead, there was a certain violent aura. The scarlet luster flashed along the gap in his helmet. The last pure-blooded Wendigo raised his halberd. Then he smashed it down hard.

Ever since he led his tribe out of the royal court and came to this frozen land, Ursus has been the Wendigo's second home, and Feodor has been their king.

And these nobles started a rebellion for their own selfish desires. They wanted to drag this great empire into turmoil and war to satisfy their pitiable greed. This made the patriot and a Wendigo feel sincerely angry.

"Come, raise your heads and hold on to your weapons."

The Wendigo made a sound like a rock. He looked at the rebels and let out a deafening roar.

The next moment, he held the halberd, the muscles on his arms bulged tightly, and threw it with all his strength.

Even the air was cut open, and this magical weapon made a sonic boom sound. The sound was almost like a dragon's roar, easily piercing through the rebels one after another.

The Wendigo is about to march, and the evil of those nobles is retreating at the tip of his halberd.

He is such a majestic being. If Ursus is wrong, he will stand on the side of justice and rebel against Ursus' evil; if Ursus goes on the right path, he will stand with his king. together.

"Come! I will march!"

The Patriot suddenly raised the giant shield on his left hand. Every time he stepped on the ground, the ground would tremble.

No one dares to stop the patriots. The shields will be penetrated, the human walls will be shattered, and even the firecrackers that can tear apart giant beasts of burden can only splash insignificant sparks on the patriots.

"No, no, how can we win? How can we win?"

One soldier was so frightened that he fainted. He screamed miserably, pushed his companion down, and then ran away from the gate of the Winter Palace.

Several of the pioneers who participated in the rebellion raised their weapons tremblingly. They were the elites of the empire. They received orders from the great nobles to stop the patriots here no matter what.

However, how can the fire of a firefly candle compete with the sun and the moon?

The Patriot raised his giant shield indifferently and slammed it with great force, knocking down all the poor people who tried to stop him.

Then, he stepped forward, and every time he stepped on it, he would crush a soldier's head. The remaining Hundred Wars Pioneers struggled to stand up and wave their weapons to compete with the patriots, but that was impossible.

The invincible Ursus scimitar could not even pierce the Patriots' armor, and their struggle seemed so ridiculous.

The Wendigo stretched out his hand, causing the spine of the last Battle Pioneer to make a creepy "click" sound.

When he passed through this line of defense, the entire hall was covered with blood, and countless corpses were randomly discarded on the ground. The patriots slowly opened the door, and the nobles outside the door who thought they were safe let out desperate exclamations.

"How is it possible? Obviously... there is a team of 100 people to stop us, but he alone..."

A noble opened his eyes in horror. He glanced at his companions nearby and found that their faces were pale. Their aura had long since disappeared, replaced by fear that penetrated their bones.

A massacre is about to begin.

When the patriots were wiping out the nobles, Fyodor was escorted by his attendants and Herrag, heading out from a secret passage in the Winter Palace. They wanted to raid the temporary command post of the nobles and completely paralyze their command center.

When they arrived at the Parliament, it was being guarded by a small team. They didn't know what happened in the Winter Palace.

"Your Majesty Fyodor, you and your attendants can just stay here."

Herage bowed slightly and came out of hiding.

"Huh? Who!"

A soldier soon discovered Herage, and then all the soldiers gathered around him. They had never seen the old man wearing a general's uniform.

"How slow, how stupid."

The old man snorted coldly. He had always hated traitors the most.Before these soldiers could react, Herage had put his hand on the command knife.

Without warning, those illusory golden rains of light fell from the sky. They were the Origin Stone skills engraved into this command sword. They rained down like rain, passing through the soldiers' bodies.

"Ah! My hand, my hand is gone!"

The soldiers screamed one after another. Under this terrifying Origin Stone technique, their armor was useless. Before Herague actually drew his sword, they were already out of control.

"As expected of the ally brought by that god's crown"

Fyodor, who was watching the battle from a distance, thought so in his heart, and then nodded with satisfaction. With his dynamic vision, he could not even catch Herrag's movement of swinging the sword. He could only see a flash of cold light and a golden color. The light rain gathered and blood flowed, and the rebels were dead, leaving only headless corpses.

Everything seemed like a dream. A few ten minutes ago, Feodor and his attendants were clearly forced into a desperate situation. They lacked ammunition and could not wait for reinforcements, but the god just said a light word, The form was completely reversed.

The emperor couldn't imagine how terrifying the power that great being had yet to be used, and he didn't want to know.Fyodor only knew that the god was not stingy with his generosity. He had eliminated the main war faction for himself, and he wanted to hand over the glory of Ursus to Fyodor.

After Herage had eliminated these rebels, Fyodor gave an order, and he ordered his attendants to follow Herage and continue to move forward.

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At 11 o'clock at noon, after running all night long, Duke Gawain finally brought his high-speed battleship to the Holy Castle. After some fruitless communication, the general decisively displayed the main gun on the high-speed battleship again.

"If you don't let me enter the city, I will crush this place!"

Facing Gawain's bloody threat, the guards left by the nobles finally became afraid. They were afraid that Gawain, a lunatic, would really dare to order the high-speed battleship to fire.

Ten minutes later, the mobile city put down the communication device. Gawain left half of his soldiers behind, and he personally took more than [-] soldiers on the device and entered the city.

Before setting off, he ordered his deputy.

"I came here to quell the rebellion under the order of His Majesty Feodor. If I fail to come out, all the command will be handed over to you, and the future of Ursus will also be handed over to you."

He has made it very clear that if he fails to counter the rebellion, he will send the high-speed battleship into the city!

His second-in-command saluted to show that he was aware.

In the outer city of Holy Castle, Gawain led his troops and started running wildly. They did not dare to delay for a moment and moved quickly towards the Winter Palace.

From time to time, Gawain could see the rebels lying on the roadside, and he could hear the sound of gunfire coming from the distance, which meant that the situation was already quite critical.

"Damn it, where are those city defense troops? Why have these rebels been allowed to make trouble for so long!"

And as the general moved on, he soon got his answer.On the Ursus Avenue a few kilometers away from the Winter Palace, he met the city defense army and their commander-in-chief Arlette.

At this time, Alette was leading the city defense army to fight against a small group of noble rebels. They seemed to have no fighting will and were only shooting at the rebels symbolically.

Seeing this scene, Gawain was simply furious. He didn't dare to think about how His Majesty Feodor could survive the siege of the rebels with only the guards of the Winter Palace without the support of the city defense army.

"Traitor Arlette, you deserve to die!"

Alette raised his head suddenly. He heard someone calling his name in the distance. When he saw it clearly, the commander-in-chief of the city defense army was frightened.

At some point, an Ursus army appeared in the distance. They were fully armed and equipped with Ursus' new weapons. They looked extremely powerful.