A man in the ark was forced to become a king

If it weren't for the extremely small number of inner guards, each of whom had a special magic mark that could determine their life or death, he might not have known about this in his entire life!

Grade level knowledge, Fyodor only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and he even felt like a light on his back. This huge palace became extremely cold, without a trace of warmth, and every shadow seemed to be entangled with poisonous snakes, trying to tear him apart. broken!

The huge Ursus, such a powerful empire, if he can't even trust his closest internal guards, who can he trust?

After all, who is the master of the empire?

"The inner guard betrayed me, Sir Witte."

After a long silence, Feodor finally calmed down, at least on the surface, and turned his gaze to the tall Ursus man with his head lowered... Islam Vit, the only minister he could trust, the most steadfast supporter, the Speaker of the Imperial Parliament, and the only person who agrees with his ideas.

"No, the inner guard will never betray you, Your Majesty."

Witte lowered his voice and shook his head: "The inner guards will continue to serve you and know where this land is engulfed in flames - as long as you are still the monarch of Ursus."

The inner guard will serve you as long as you remain the monarch of Ursus - in other words, a hint that the emperor's position is not unshakable.

This is a very practical matter. The newly succeeded emperor has a weak foundation and cannot rule everything.

The inner guards only serve the emperor, and the person sitting on the throne is not necessarily fixed.

If someone else had said this, Fyodor would have been furious. This was tantamount to a threat and could not be tolerated by anyone in power.

However, it is different when the person who said this is Werther.

Fyodor understood his mentor and friend just as Werther understood him.

He knew that Werther was not threatening anyone by saying this, but was instead a subtle reminder of a fact.

The current Ursus is no longer a country where imperial power is supreme. The new aristocracy, the old aristocracy and the military have restrained and pressured each other, taking away most of the power of the empire.

The talented and strategic old emperor built the world's largest war machine for Ursus. Both the nobles and the army trembled under his authority and did not dare to exceed it in the slightest.

But after the death of the late emperor, this huge chariot lost its helmsman and began to gradually lose control.

The nobles and officers needed war and longed for war. Through battle after battle, they seized a large amount of wealth and gained unimaginable power. The old emperor brought war to them, so they were willing to be driven by the old emperor.

The new emperor planned to stop the high-speed chariot and take a rest so that the people of Ursus could have more time to recuperate. This violated their interests because the nobles did not care about the lives of the people at the bottom.

Even the grass-eating cattle and sheep on the grassland will bite their flesh and blood if they are cornered. Those nobles and officers are a hundred times greedier and more violent than the cattle and sheep. Anyone who wants to stop them from gaining wealth and power has to stand. On their opposite side, even if that person is the emperor.

Once they are united by a common interest, the emperor's position is no longer secure, and they can push anyone to this position as long as it is in their interests.

Those old guys who once shed their blood for Ursus, made meritorious deeds, and opened up new territories are not so afraid of the imperial power now, because they themselves hold the army and control the economic lifeline of the city.

The late emperor was able to conquer them, suppress them, and make them obedient. That was because the late emperor's fist was big enough to bulldoze all opponents. He could do it, but that doesn't mean everyone can.

Fyodor knew very well that he couldn't do it. He couldn't even confirm that his orders could be transmitted to the territory outside the Holy Castle. What else could an emperor want to achieve without military power in his hands?

The so-called emperor is just a joke.

"I know, Sir Witte, I know, I know everything, but how dare they do this?"

The emperor closed his eyes in pain, and his arms trembled slightly with excessive force. He really didn't know how to vent his anger.

"The inner guards are the sharp blade of the emperor and an extension of my limbs. But now, even they are deceiving me. Who else can I trust? Who else can I command?"

"Look at the six dead guards..."

"Which one of them is not the pillar of the empire, which one is not the elite that the empire has spent a lot of manpower and material resources to cultivate? Which one is not the strongest barrier of the empire?"

"They died, my heart is broken."

"Is this the first time something like this has happened? Even the stupid camel beast wouldn't believe it."

"I have seen this report, but how many more have I not seen? There will only be more!"

"Those internal guards who were not involved seemed to be standing on the dry shore in high-sounding glory. Are they that clean?"

"The late Emperor handed Ursus into my hands, but it ended up like this."

"Those nobles, those ministers, those MPs, they are all rotten! They are rotten!"

"I can't wait to turn out their hearts, livers and intestines, dry them in the sun, wash them, and hang them all on the old crooked neck tree!"

"They have long lost their former glory, and all they see is power and wealth! How can they govern Ursus with such insects?!"

"Your Majesty, you don't need to question the loyalty of your subordinates. They will always be the sharpest blade in your hand."

Werther lowered his head even further, and he did not expect that the hands of those nobles would stretch out so long.

Involving the inner guard, this matter has crossed the emperor's bottom line, and cannot be let go lightly no matter what. There must be an explanation.

However, the emperor had not succeeded to the throne for a long time, his foundation was weak, and he did not have enough military power in his hands. The new nobles who seemed to support the emperor also had their own ideas secretly. Relying on those rabble, it was impossible to confront the interests led by the old nobles and military officers and generals head-on. If the group is not careful, it could be a major event that could lead to the overthrow of the empire.

"Your Majesty, the war in the north has not been under much pressure in recent years. Why not transfer the internal guards stationed there back to Holy Horse Castle and send the existing internal guards to supplement them?"

"Today's internal guards are still immature. Some of them have not even experienced a real war and need to be tempered by blood and fire."

From the perspective of an internal guard, Werther could understand why those people acted secretly behind the emperor's back.

Different from the older batch of inner guards, since the battle in Sunset Canyon, the group of inner guards has been filled with a lot of new blood. Their growth does not come from themselves, but with the help of the bodies of evil demons who were once killed by the empire. The fragments are inevitably weaker in will than the older generation of internal guards.

This is certainly a good thing, because it means that the empire's barriers are still strong, and the empire still has ways to fill the lack of high-level power.

But there will also be problems in doing so. Those young people have not experienced truly cruel battlefields, and their already weak will is more susceptible to corrosion and change. They are eager to establish meritorious deeds and long for the coming of war. Only in that way can they realize their own value. .

But the current emperor is different from the previous emperor in that he cannot give them what they want. When their desires begin to expand, they will naturally move towards the other side.

The veteran internal guards stationed in the north are different. They are the true elites of the empire. They are heroes who have resisted countless crises for the empire. They have experienced countless cruel battles. They have firm beliefs and powerful force. It can be shaken, but it will never be corrupted from within by greedy nobles.

But being able to understand does not mean that you can accept it.

The inner guard is the last and most important force to defend the emperor. There is no need for disobedient people. They can directly affect the emperor's rule of the empire. So, when the existing personnel are uncontrollable, a replacement can be used to replace those who can Replacing the trustworthy ones with extremists who lack strength and desire war may solve some problems.

"Don't say it again, Werther."

Slumping down on the chair, Fyodor rubbed his temples with his fingers to relieve the pain in his brain. His tone was extremely tired. He was really tired.

"The defense line in the north cannot be compromised, and there cannot be even a little oversight. This is the absolute bottom line."

"Even if I die on that throne, I will not shake the defense power of the Northern Army."

Feodor could still tell which one was more important than the other.

Of course he was angry, so angry that he wanted to lead his troops into the mansions of those nobles, confiscate their property, and hang them all. If the inner guards stationed in the north were transferred back, they would definitely be able to do it.

However, he cannot do that.

First of all, the emperor had no way to directly order the Northern Army or intervene in its affairs. This was an iron rule left by the previous emperor. He was afraid that future generations would shake the true foundation of the empire.

Secondly, there must be no mistakes in the defense line blocking the evil spirits. Once the defense line falls due to his fault, then he will be a sinner in Ursus and even the entire world.

No matter how fierce the struggle between the nobles, the military and the emperor is, it is still an internal problem. The most serious consequence is to change the ruler.

But once the northern defense line breaks down, it's not just Ursus' own problem, everyone will die!

What the nobles and the military want is power and wealth, but what the demons want to destroy is the world. The threats of the two are not comparable at all.

He is not so cowardly and despicable as to use his own selfish interests to shake down the barrier that protects the border. This blame is too big for him to bear.

If he did that, even if the final result was success, he would not have the face to meet the previous emperors of Ursus.

"Your mercy and majesty shine upon the land of Ursus."

"There is no need to say these beautiful words anymore. Sit down, Lord Wit. I want to figure this out."

No matter how hard he suppressed his anger, when he saw the document thrown on the desk, Fyodor still felt a pain in his brain, almost bursting with anger.

Those are six inner guards!The combat power that was enough to capture a small city was just gone!No sound!

"Who specifically interfered with the command of the inner guards? I will investigate and make them pay the price. But now, I want to know what is there on the southern ice sheet of the empire that can kill six inner guards?"

"Did the evil god descend there? The evil spirit broke through our defenses and wandered to the borders of the empire? Or is it that Casimir's campaign actually came over and we didn't know about it?"

No wonder Fyodor was confused about this. On paper, this matter did seem incredible.

The combat effectiveness of the inner guards is not as simple as one plus one equals two. Their brilliant cooperation is even comparable to that of a division. They can move freely among the army, and ordinary armies are even more vulnerable to them.

But they died collectively on the ice field, unable to even deliver the news before they died.

What does this mean?

The elite warriors representing the empire were crushed by something with absolute strength!Totally the kind!

Unbelievable.

Fyodor could only describe it as incredible. This thing was extremely ridiculous.

He simply could not imagine any power that could destroy six inner guards in an instant. Even if Casimir's Silver Spear Pegasus Knights came in, even the Pope Knights of Rutland would not be able to do such a thing.

If you can't fight, why not run?

But the facts were right in front of him. The words on the report were so dazzling that his internal guards could not even deliver the message, let alone run away in front of the enemy!

Could it be that without his knowledge, the Empire's blade was already rotten to the core?

Not only did he disobey the emperor's orders, but he also secretly accepted orders and went out without permission. His strength also became extremely weak, to the point where he would be massacred at will?

Then what kind of emperor does he still want to be and what kind of throne does he sit on?

It would be better to find a rope and hang yourself in the main hall!

Lest the enemy rush into the Holy Castle and put the knife to his neck, he would still be kept in the dark!

"Your Majesty, this..."

Sitting half-assed on the chair, Werther lowered his head, sitting on pins and needles, seeming a little embarrassed to speak.

He has obtained some useful information through intelligence channels, but... how should I put it?

That piece of information seemed ridiculous even to him. If the person who delivered the information was not a confidant he could trust, he would definitely grab the person by the collar and slap him twice to see if he was still asleep. Wake up, otherwise why would you just talk in your sleep?

"Speak your mind, Lord Witte."

Fyodor knocked on the table, leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh of relief, almost with the word 'shattered' written on his face.

These are not polite words, Fyodor thinks so from the bottom of his heart.

No matter how bad it is, can it get worse?

No, it’s over, it’s rotten into the soil, what else can I do?

Even if Werther tells him now that his inner guard was crushed to death by a pig on the ice field, he won't be surprised.

The entire Ursus, from the nobles to the officers, are all in a state of ruin!Those can't be considered humans at all, they are just a bunch of stupid pigs!Even the inner guard is like this.

How should he take it?If you can’t carry it away, let’s destroy it…

"This... Your Majesty, according to the existing intelligence, the inner guard went to the southern ice field, and then... then encountered a group of infected people on the ice field. As you know, the empire's policy in recent years... there are many infections The infected people cannot survive in the city, and no one is willing to accept them. They can only survive by escaping to the ice sheet. It is possible that the initial target of the internal guards was the infected people, and the reason is unknown."

"Based on the distance and time, their battle with the infected probably lasted only ten minutes, and then...all the internal guards died."

"what?!"

Fyodor's closed eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were bloodshot and widened, and he was panting violently.

He couldn't believe his ears or what he heard!

Even though he had prepared for the worst, after actually hearing the specific information from Witte's mouth, he was still defeated.

Together with his inner guards, his sharp blades, and the elites he spent countless money to create, could they really die in such a shameful way? !

"Huh~huh~huh~ Infected people? You mean infected people?! Where are they now? Don't tell me that they left unscathed after attacking the inner guards! Then I will wonder if Ursus is a joke!"

"..."

The corners of Witte's mouth twitched. Seeing the emperor's current state, he didn't know whether he should report in detail.

If he really told everything, he was afraid that Feodor would be furious on the spot. Let alone the emperor, he would find that piece of information ridiculous. Even the worst playwright could not write such a script.

"Tell me, Werther! Where are those infected people?"

Crushing the corners of the table with his fingers, the furious emperor stared at Werther like a hawk, like an extremely angry bull that almost wanted to devour anyone.

"They... they are still active on the ice sheet. The patrol found the traces they left and captured some people who escaped from it."

"Huh~ In other words, my inner guard didn't know whose instructions they took, and ran to the ice field to attack a group of infected people without telling me, and then they actually lost! The whole army was wiped out! Oh my God! I am now You haven’t woken up yet, right?!”

Feodor had an in-depth understanding of this group of infected people, and he also planned to ease the strict measures against infected people within the empire and close some mines at the same time.

However, this policy was not implemented because it shook the interests of the nobles.

Who are those people?Infected with ore disease, no city or village is willing to accept them. Even living is a luxury, let alone fighting with the weapons and equipment at hand. A hundred infected people combined may not be able to defeat a patrol of a regular imperial army. Squad!

Can they kill the inner guard?Or six?And then be able to walk away and still be active?

shit!