Hail the King Chapter 860 - Forbidden Topic – King of Chambord

Chapter 860: Forbidden Topic – King of Chambord (Part One)
-Imperial Military Headquarters-
The nose-piercing smell of blood permeated the air as if the building were absolutely soaked in thick blood. Even though the nightly wind blew through, it couldn’t get rid of it.
The Imperial Military Headquarters was turned into a terrifying slaughterhouse. At least half of the top-tier officials were turned into corpses under the sabers of the ordinary soldiers. Except for them, some military clerks, nobles, and warriors were also executed. The metal sabers of the soldiers of [Iron Blood Legion] even curled and got cracks in them.
The black human heads piled into a mountain in the center of the meeting room, and the blood formed streams like the ones on the street after a massive storm, and it flowed through the stone tiles and stairs that were full of moss. Since it was cold at night, the heat in the blood created clouds of vapor, seeming to be trying to leave one last trace of itself in this cold and cruel world.
The soldiers of [Iron Blood Legion] stood straight with grave expressions, and their weapons were all drawn.
Elder Prince Arshavin seemed distracted. As if he were thinking hard and trying to make a critical decision, he rested his head on his palm, and he looked down on the floor silently like a statue.
This silence made the atmosphere in the meeting room suppressive and anxious.
Those top-tier officials of the Imperial Military Headquarters and nobles who survived this slaughter felt like they were having nightmares, and it had no sign of ending. As if the air had all turned into liquid, the others in the room felt like they were suffocating. They were afraid that the Elder Prince, who was sitting at the head of the table, was going to wave his hand and give another execution order.
Whoosh!
A sharp signal flame dashed into the sky, and the air-piercing noises disrupted the deadly silence in the building.
Elder Prince Arshavin finally woke up from the long silence, and a sense of pity flashed in his eyes as he looked up at the mountain of human heads in the center of the room.
Then, he waved his hand impatiently, and the soldiers of [Iron Blood Legion] bowed and started to clean up as the nobles stared at them in fear. They began to clean the blood on the ground, and the heads were also taken out one after another.
“Guys, you can go back now.” Arshavin stood up and said to the nobles in his deep voice.
“Ah?” someone gasped and cried desperately, “No! Elder Prince Your Highness, please don’t kill me! I don’t know anything! My loyalty to the Royal Family…”
Instantly, almost everyone in the meeting room kneeled and begged for mercy.
“Guys, you are all loyal officials of Zenit. At the most critical moment in Zenit’s history, you chose to stand with the Royal Family and the citizens. I’m glad that you passed the test, and I’m proud of you. Choosing wrong will result in bloodshed, and choosing correctly will bring you honor. Let the stars in the sky be the witness of the promise that the Royal Family is going to fulfill! You guys have demonstrated your loyalty, and you will receive flowers and cheese!” the Elder Prince said loudly, “This incident is over! Guys, please go back now!”
After hearing the explanation, these people in the room finally stood up in fear and walked out of the building with shaky legs after expressing their gratitude.
When they got on the street, they saw fully-armed soldiers everywhere. It was clear that these soldiers had been through fierce battles as their armor was stained by blood, and their weapons reflected chilling light. A lot of noble estates that were usually quiet and peaceful were burning in flames, and loud shouts sounded from within.
It seemed like the entire St. Petersburg was drowned in blood, making people confused and stunned.
Now, these nobles suddenly realized that the scope of tonight’s incident had far exceeded their wildest estimations.
Chapter 860: Forbidden Topic – King of Chambord (Part Two)
They instantly looked at each other in their eyes, and they saw the shock and the feeling of good fortune.
As the nightly breeze blew by, no one dared to speak. They all headed to their estates with staggering steps.
No one had expected that the punishment toward the King of Chambord which was almost set in stone suddenly would turn into this at the last moment. The King of Chambord didn’t even appear, and the dominant forces in Zenit who opposed him were shattered and destroyed quickly.
King Alexander of Chambord was becoming a forbidden topic. He was someone who shouldn’t be messed with or calculated against. Otherwise, you should dig your own grave ahead of time.
…
In this night of bleeding, the other relatively quiet place except for the poor neighborhood was the hotel district.
Those envoys of the 22 empires in the Northern Region of Azeroth hid in their rooms and didn’t dare to come out as if they were mice who noticed that a godly dragon was passing by.
In the night before, two strongmen who self-claimed to be subordinates of the King of Chambord barged into the district and broke the legs of the arrogant head envoy of Anji and killed any envoys who dared to insult the King of Chambord. Then, they beat every single envoy from these empires in a dominating fashion until their faces all swelled.
These envoys who chanted that they were going to kill the King of Chambord earlier were terrified. They were like a flock of sheep, and those two strongmen were like two fierce tigers. Killing seemed as easy as pulling out weed on a field to them, and they beat everyone up without fearing any possible retaliation.
Since yesterday, these arrogant envoys had to endure the embarrassment and hide in their rooms while gritting their teeth that weren’t beaten off. They were all waiting for the arrival of the group of masters led by D’Alessandro, and they couldn’t wait to humiliate every Zenitian and torture and kill the King of Chambord. Also, they were determined to ‘thank’ those two damn strongmen who had black hair and white hair. They were planning to skin them alive and carve out their flesh, turning them into complete skeletons!
“Hehe! Get more chaotic! It is better! The Zenitians are losing their minds and collapsing! When the sun rises in a few hours, this evil empire will be doomed! We will kill every single male Zenitian who is over the height of a wheel and enslave all the females!”
The envoys hid in their rooms and cursed viciously.
…
The night of bleeding was gradually wrapped up.
The ancient and majestic St. Petersburg soon fell back into silence.
Time was like a fast-current river, and it could only head in one direction.
As time quickly passed by, the night got darker and darker. Then, it gradually started to brighten up, and the visible shiny stars in the sky decreased in number drastically. When the bottom of the eastern sky showed a trace of white light, and few stars could be seen, orders were given out one after another urgently.
Fully-armed soldiers stood on and outside the defense wall of St. Petersburg, and there were so many of them that the defense wall and the area around it seemed packed.
These soldiers grasped onto their weapons tightly, and their expressions showed determination and perseverance without fear. The precious magic weapons that were rarely seen were all moved onto the defense wall, showing their fangs like ferocious beasts.
Also, hundreds of tall magic towers in the city continued to absorb and condense the magic elements in the area as weak energy flames burned around them. They were preparing powerful spells, waiting to be triggered.
Under the watchtower above the eastern city gate, the nobles who were dressed in precious magic armor looked at the distant sky anxiously.
The light coming from the eastern sky was getting brighter and brighter.
The moment that was going to determine the fate of Zenit was about to arrive.