As soon as Duke Weber finished speaking, he was grabbed by the collar and lifted up. The person who did this was Emperor Alfred.
"Your Majesty!" Weber exclaimed.
"Dear Duke Weber, I have a habit. When the outcome is not decided, I will never allow myself to admit defeat. Regardless of my noble blood and all my experiences to this day, I know that if anyone at this moment is only thinking about the way out after failure, he will most likely take that path!"
The emperor's gaze was like two sharp knives that pierced directly into Duke Weber's heart. He couldn't help but feel afraid.
"Your Majesty, I'm really just thinking about you!" Weber argued hastily.
"Then I really have to thank you for your thoughtful consideration." Scales naturally grew on the emperor's hands. He suddenly exerted force, lifted Duke Weber high up, and then threw him heavily to the ground. Duke Weber's heavily armored body directly collapsed the ground and fell from the roof. If he was not a master with top bloodline, but just an ordinary person, this would probably cost him his life.
"Your Majesty, please calm down." Duke Stuart said hurriedly, "No matter what Weber said, he was still thinking about the empire after all. Please forgive him."
Stuart glared at Duke Weber's two sons, Franco and Gram. The two masters hurriedly knelt on one knee and begged, "Your Majesty, please forgive your father's recklessness. He is really worried about your Majesty's safety."
Emperor Alfred said: "Everyone, listen to me. What I need now is for everyone to fight to the death instead of thinking about how to retreat. If anyone mentions this to me again, there will be only one outcome: death!"
"Yes!" the people around answered in unison.
"Franco, Gram, the two of you should each lead a squadron and follow Marcus. After what your father said, I'm giving you a chance to clear your minds. Prove the bravery that your Bright Lion family deserves! Let me see if you can match the fighting power of the Golden Dragon." Alfred said.
"Yes, Your Majesty, we will definitely use the enemy's heads to prove that the bloodline of the Light Lion is not inferior to that of the Golden Dragon." Franco said.
Three minutes later, the troops of Marcus and Franco brothers had already lined up on the street. They were close to the bombing area and blocked the main passage from three directions. However, the morale of these soldiers was not very high, because the previous bombardment caused great losses to the imperial army. Although their troops were not directly attacked and the personnel were intact and not seriously injured, they saw the elite troops who came out to defend the gate first, and they were blown to pieces by the Chinese artillery fire.
Although these beast warriors were extremely strong and physically powerful, they still had no confidence in the face of weapons like pneumatic cannons, because in the face of such weapons, they could only be beaten and had no ability to counterattack.
Everyone looked at the shells falling from the sky and the various explosions rising from the ground. They were all very scared. If it weren't for the powerful coach and the supervision team behind them, they would probably have scattered.
I don't know how long I waited, but the shells in the sky gradually became sparse. After half a minute, there were basically no more shells falling.
Marcus held a long sword with dragon scales in his hand, and golden scales began to appear everywhere on his body. He was ready for battle, staring at the door. As long as the enemy appeared from there, he would give an order and let the family guards lead the beast warriors to charge.
"Father, look!" His daughter Cynthia was dressed very similarly to him. Apart from a more graceful figure, her armor and weapons were exactly the same, and her aura was no less than her father's. "Someone came out of the doorway. It seems... one of ours?"
"Hmm?" Duke Marcus looked closely and saw that it was Amiho wearing black guard armor, walking out with several black guards and a large group of beast warriors. These people looked very miserable, and many of them seemed to have been seriously injured. The wounds on their bodies were stained with blood, and even walking seemed to be extremely strenuous.
"Didn't the magician say that they should have failed?" Cynthia gently turned the dragon-scaled long sword in her hand and said, "From the looks of it now, their numbers aren't much less. Could it be that there aren't too many golems in the doorway? Or did the magician lie to us?"
"Let your cousin go and see what's going on." Duke Marcus said.
Cynthia called her cousin Barlock and assigned him a force of about a hundred men, asking him to go forward and see what was going on.
Ballock is a high-level bloodline warrior. His weapon is a broad-bladed sword. He also has the bloodline of a golden dragon. He brought more than a hundred people with him and walked carefully towards Amiho and others who were walking in front.
When the two sides were about fifty meters apart, he realized that something seemed wrong.
The soldiers in front of him seemed to be seriously injured. Several of them seemed to have deep wounds in the most critical heart area, and blood was still oozing out. Normally, such people should be dead or lying in bed unable to get up.
But now they were wearing armor, holding weapons, and walking slowly and steadily in their own direction.
"Hey! Is that Amiho?" Barlock shouted over there, "What's going on in there? What's going on with you guys now?"
However, his shouting received no response. Amiho and his party continued to walk towards this side step by step.
Barlock continued to shout: "Hey, listen! You have to stop! You look suspicious now, tell me clearly what happened. If you go any further, I will have to take measures!"
At a distance of about thirty meters, Ballock saw Amiho look up into his eyes, and he also saw the other's eyes.
Dead silence, no emotion in that look, like a dead body with eyes open.
"The situation is not right, prepare for battle." Barlock gave the order and raised the broadsword in his hand first.
At this moment, Amiho and his group, who were originally walking slowly and unsteadily, suddenly scattered and ran faster. Only seven or eight people ran in the direction of Barlock, and more people rushed towards Marcus's team.
But Ballock could no longer care about others. He shouted at Amiho who was rushing over: "Kill them!" (To be continued)