System: Target Death.

System: The overturned kingdom, with a 100% completion (completed) (required).

System: The host occupation level has been increased to 32.

System: Host occupation level is open to 35.

...

When Sasso at his feet completely lost the breath of life, a series of cold system prompts instantly appeared in Xia Lan's eyes, feeling the mysterious repair power suddenly emerging from his tired and injured body, and the air flow in his body that was almost dry was filled with it.

"Dongdongdongdong--"

At this time, the door was gently knocked by someone, and a familiar voice came in.

"His Highness Sasso, Lord Bedvin, what happened?"

Perhaps because he noticed the slight movement in the room, he asked nervously outside the door, who had mistakenly regarded Xia Lan as an enemy attacker.

What a keen perception!

Xia Lan's heart moved, and she held the sword in her hand with a heavy expression. She moved her feet gently to the door while pretending to be panicked: "Come in quickly, Your Highness Sasso has fainted!"

Hearing the anxious call of "Bedvin" in the door, the attacker did not feel suspicious and reached out to open the door quickly.

However.

When he had not seen the scene in the room clearly, his body's instinct suddenly gave an alert, but it was too late.

A cold light flashed before his eyes, and the attacker subconsciously turned his head, and he saw a man and a sword.

A person is like a laugh, and a sword is dripping with blood.

The attacker shook his gradually out of control body, and blood gushed from the wound, as beautiful as the sound of the wind, and the whole world seemed to be dyed red in his eyes.

"you--"

The vague words came out of him and wanted to say them. But he could no longer speak.

Xia Lan looked into his eyes. Because those eyes told what he wanted to say.

Confused, shocked, and painful.

All the complex emotions seemed to be intertwined.

Xia Lan straightened up, returned the long sword in her hand to the sheath, slowly walked to the door, and passed through the other party's shaky side.

"Bang--"

I don't know if it was the sound of the door closing or the sound of the body falling to the ground echoed.

Still maintaining the disguise of "Bedvin" and according to the route of forced memory in his mind, Xia Lan chose to leave quickly without hesitation.

In the dark and quiet passage, Xia Lan occasionally met some people, which was very strange. It was probably the subordinates who followed Sasso when they hurriedly hid underground. Due to disguise, the other party would greet him respectfully when they saw him. After all, the "Bedvin" in front of him is Sasso's most trustworthy person. Whether it is hypocrisy or flattery, it is just a normal way of human relationships.

After a few lukewarm words, Xia Lan easily sent the other party away. He walked and stopped along the way, and I don’t know how long it took. He finally arrived at a familiar passage entrance, which was the passage exit where Elvis once led them to secretly enter from a manor outside the royal capital.

He needs to leave here.

Now that the capital of the king has long become a place of right and wrong, he has no reason to go back.

...

The royal city of Elania was lost.

Perhaps this ending was already destined to retreat when the strong man on Volance's side retreated.

When Kinslom and Franmingo joined forces to bombard the rock-solid city gates, countless storm soldiers behind him rushed in like a torrent of water. Even the arrows covered with arrows above their heads could not stop their pace.

Facing the Feiyu Legion, which is the strongest in Wang**, the city guards are unable to resist the opponent's unstoppable offensive. If the city gate is not broken, perhaps they can rely on the advantage of the city wall to defend against the enemy, but... there is no if.

So, they were defeated, completely defeated.

While shooting bows and arrows on the city wall for suppression and cover, Gejier was always following the slow advance of the rear troops. He was very nervous, and even his hands holding the crossbow were trembling. It was not until the front army completely attacked the city gate that the threat of bows and arrows on the royal city was greatly reduced.

The arrow has no eyes, and no one knows who its next target is. It may be him around you, or you may be yourself.

Death is so close that everyone wants to live, and no one wants to die, but this is war.

You cannot retreat or escape.

Human life is as cheap as weeds on the plain, fighting and death endlessly.

Another sound of arrows breaking through the air came, another shrill scream sounded, and another life left.

Numbness, indifference, habitual.

It seems that everyone has already.

Gejil looked at the yellow rose sword-patterned flag suddenly flying high on the city wall, and the crossbow in his hand also began to stop shooting. Did we win?

"Victory!"

Some people couldn't help but cheered, and this emotion instantly infected everyone like a virus.

"We won?"

Gejil's tense body and mind seemed to be relieved and murmured to himself.

"Gejer! Gejer!"

Hearing a familiar voice, Gejil turned his head and saw Ivan beside him looking at him with a smile on his face.

"It's over, it's over."

"Yeah?"

Gergil's face gradually burst into a smile.

Yes, the war is over.

"call out--"

Suddenly, the sound of arrows breaking through the air came, and the smile on Gejill's face suddenly stopped.

He slowly lowered his head and saw a bow and arrow stably inserted into the heart of his chest.

The crossbow in his hand fell to the ground, and he reached out to his chest, which was gradually dyed red by blood, and his mind was blank.

His lips squirmed, and he seemed to have said something.

The world began to rotate in his eyes, dark, vaguely, he listened to you Ivan's anxious voice, vaguely, he heard the call of his parents...

It turns out that this is the taste of death.

...

After the Feiyu Legion attacked the royal city, Kinslon immediately ordered Doshuen to control the army and start a comprehensive suppression, and at the same time severely cracked down on the criminals who took advantage of the chaos. He and Franmingo rushed to the palace to rescue His Majesty the King.

After arranging everything, the two quickly disappeared from people's sight.

What is surprising is that their actions are incredibly smooth. What is even more incredible is the facts they are facing.

The king is dead.

Not only that, the dead were also Volance, who was in the Sherlock Palace, and the news was obtained by a guard they captured in the palace.

Looking at the headless corpse on the bed, Kinslon had a blue face and said nothing.

Franmingo stepped forward and carefully examined the body before shook his head and said, "I did admit my mistake. This is indeed the king's body... but who killed him and why did the murderer take his head away!"

"Sreitel!" Kinslon finally gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Sretel?" Franmingo looked at the other party and wondered: "The person who fought with you?"

"That's right!"

"He has a grudge against the king?"

"The blood sea of ​​hatred!"

Franmingo sighed and looked into the direction of the Sherlock Palace in the royal palace. He said, "How to explain Worance's death? Could it be him?"

"I don't know, maybe it might be Sasso's hand." Kinslon said in a low voice: "The guard I caught before once said that a group of mysterious assassins broke into the palace. I think they should be Sasso's people."

“It’s really complicated.”

Franmingo no longer asked, but carefully observed the wound on the king's body, the most obvious one being the broken neck.

"Um?"

"What's wrong?" Kinslom walked forward and asked when he heard Franmingo's inquisitive voice.

"There is a problem with the death of the king."

“What’s the problem?”

Franmingo pointed his hand at the neck of the king's body and said, "The wounds are different."

"Different?" Kinslom looked at the point where the other party pointed, frowned and said, "Where is different?"

Franmingo lifted a piece of shriveled skin on the dead head of the corpse and said, "Didn't you find that there are two scars on the corpse?"

"Indeed!" After he said that, Kinslon finally discovered the strange place. After pondering for a moment, he said, "It may not be Sretel who killed the king! It is another person!"
To be continued...