Once the courage to draped on the outside is strongly stimulated, it will be like a red-hot dinner knife cutting it on butter.

"An Qiluo! You are becoming more and more presumptuous!"

At this time, the respected Bo Wen Shijue could no longer stand it and stood up.

"Mr. Bowen Shijue?"

An Qiluo glanced at the old man who walked out of the nobles and said, "Thank you for your comfort to them, and did not cause us any unnecessary trouble. In the current situation, I can only warn you in this way, don't forget that we always control your life and death."

Bowen raised his trembling arms, with deep wrinkles on his withered face, and his white eyebrows kept shaking. He pointed at him, and his breath seemed like a drowning person.

He was already extremely angry.

"I thought you were just simply holding us hostage and threatening His Majesty, so I was willing to come out to appease them. Now that your negotiations with His Majesty have failed, what's the use of keeping us? Could it be that you really want to kill all of us?"

Looking at the old man with a angrily brow, An Qiluo took the sword back into the sheath in silence.

He will indeed kill them all, but not now.

"What's wrong? Are you guilty? Did I tell you?"

As soon as the old man said something, the nobles and ministers around him were suddenly in an uproar, and voices filled with various emotions continued to flow towards An Qiluo.

"Ambowit! Take a good look at the students you teach!"

The topic of the conversation was suddenly turned to Ambowit, who was quietly watching everything not far away. The appearance of his unrelated matter made Bowen even more angry.

"A group of stupid students actually tried to change the status quo of this kingdom. Who do they think they are? It's not their turn to point fingers in the kingdom! And these self-righteous mobs grew up and grew under your education! Do you know what kind of responsibilities should you bear?"

“Responsibility?”

Ambowit walked slowly over, and the members of the association around him made way. He shook his head, looked around the embarrassing noble team, and chuckled at the hysterical Bowen, "Bowen, we have been in love for decades. I remember that you were the dean of this college. I think you should also know what the purpose of Wang Li Central Academy is."

Courage, freedom.

Fearless courage, freedom that cannot be enslaved.

From the body to the mind.

He knew the person in front of him too much, and it was difficult for ordinary people to understand and discover a fact that he was open-minded and magnanimous on the surface, but in fact he was a completely conservative and completely a representative of the leader of the noble class. Even though he was about to die, the stubborn and persistent thought remained profoundly.

He and him are not the same person, once, now.

"Hmph—" Bowen snorted coldly, and said with disdain in his words: "Ambowit, you must be clear that the kingdom is our kingdom, and all those who rebel against this kingdom will not deserve the extra rights!"

"It turns out that narrow-minded and stubborn old guy."

Ambowet sighed lightly and turned to Ahqiro on the side and said, "Your partner seems to have encountered some difficulties. If you don't do anything, it may be too late."

After hearing this, An Qiluo was shocked and quickly turned his gaze to the shade of the road. In the battle of countless entangled sword lights and swords, he saw a person, a person who was extremely eye-catching.

He held a long sword in both hands, which was very long and wide.

He could vaguely see five or six black shadows constantly besieging the other party, but the other party's sword was swinging without leaking, and any attack was blocked, in the moment he was blinking.

He saw a flying head, and the long sword accidentally killed an attacker.

"Mr. Anqiluo, my subordinates can't hold on for long. If you don't leave, it may be too late."

Biim appeared mysteriously beside him, but his face was staring at the man in the distance. That person had killed many of him.

"Listen to everyone, His Majesty's reinforcements have arrived, and they, even if we are willing to give up our resistance and follow, will eventually be unable to escape death! The first time someone dies, we are silent, and the second time someone dies, if we continue to be silent, we will be the next one to die!"

At this time, Bowen suddenly called out to all the nobles: "Snatch their swords and fight for a way out!"

"Why should you say you are stupid or smart?"

Ambowet murmured and quietly retreated to the distance and looked at Bowen, looking at Anqiluo, whose face became colder.

"All members of the Blood Banner Association obey orders!"

An Qiluo clenched his fists and raised them towards the sky, shouting loudly at the top of his lungs and his cheeks turned red.

"Today, your sword will wash away the shame of this kingdom with blood. In front of you, these greedy and corrupt nobles have dragged the kingdom into the abyss step by step. When we do everything we can to save this kingdom, we are denied."

"Your Majesty has denied us, they have denied us, and beliefs and ideals seem to be broken in an instant."

"But! We have not deny ourselves or our ideals and beliefs. This is the meaning of our existence. If one day our ideals and beliefs are truly broken, it will be the time when the Kingdom of Adria is destroyed!"

"Let us give our last power for this kingdom!"

"Kill them all--"

The current situation can no longer tolerate An Qiluo having any other ideas. If he does not make any decision immediately, then all their efforts will be burned.

"Who dares-"

A deafening roar suddenly came from the shade of the streets, and the frightened people turned their eyes one after another.

The sudden attacker who was noticed by Anqiluo was emitting a violent air flow around him, and the branches and leaves were rustling, and several besieged people flew out one after another.

"Mr. Anqiluo, I will solve it. My subordinates will assist you in your actions. Please leave quickly after you understand."

After Biim finished speaking, his whole body quickly rushed towards the man who was rushing towards him.

"ah--"

A scream from the nobleman instantly attracted everyone's attention. Saf licked the blood on the sword's edge, and at his feet, a nobleman fell in a pool of blood.

"I've been waiting for a long time at this moment!"

Saf smiled slowly, his face turned wildly and twisted. He looked at everyone, all the nobles, and his hands holding the sword began to tremble because of excitement.

"Saf! Are you crazy?"

Seeing someone dying in front of him, Bowen pointed at him furiously.

"Crazy? Do you know now?"

Saf smiled to the sky, his eyes coldly facing his accusations.

"After my father's death, it was because of your clever and plunder that my family fell into a trough. In order to hide your actions, I hypocritical and disgusting look made me want to kill you all every time I see it!"

"In order to revitalize the family, do you know what kind of life I live every day?"

"Etiquette, communication, management... As long as the knowledge that can revitalize the family, my mother will stuff them all into my brain. When other children can play happily and act spoiled to their parents, what about me? Facing the cold room, the cold books, the cold mother all day long!"

Saf grabbed the uniform on his chest and tore it open, and what caught his eye was his skin covered with countless ugly scars.

"hehe--"

His laughter, his chest, everything was terrifying.

"Every time when I was seeking freedom, my mother would whip me with a thorn wrapped around my thorns; every time I made a mistake when facing my mother's assessment, even if there was only a little, the cold whip would fall on me."

"Are you crazy? I was crazy very early!"

Has the personality split?

Ambowet looked quietly, sighing helplessly in his heart, with only two results beyond the nerves' tolerance.

Crash and escape.

What Saf now embodies the personality hidden in the collapse.

"Now, my revenge is here!"

Saf roared, and the long sword in his hand began to slash at the nobles ahead without restraint. The members who were infected by blood followed his footsteps, like tigers pounced on the flock of sheep.

Blood was flying, and wailing bitterly.

In the darkness, the feast of killing was performed.

"Get out!"

The inscription of the long sword suddenly shone and slashed at the person who blocked it with a sharp sword. Kinslon looked at everything that happened in the distance, feeling anxious.

Will the task assigned by His Majesty be defeated? He could not have imagined that the rioters of the college students were really crazy!

His steps did not step forward again because his sword was blocked by the people coming!

"I'm sorry, this road is not clear!" Biim put his short blade on his sword's edge with his hands, and a smile appeared on his face.

Kinslon frowned slightly, the long sword changed its trajectory, and in an instant, sparks flew everywhere.

It was a violent collision and friction of metal.

"Who are you?"

Kinslon asked coldly after avoiding the opponent's fierce neck attack.

There are not many people in the capital who can fight him for a short time and even have a little advantage. He has the confidence to kill the other party, but his purpose is not him now. What he needs is to save the slaughtered noble ministers as soon as possible.

Their shrill screams affected his body and mind all the time.

"We have no name, respected commander of the Third Battalion of the Kingdom Guards, Lord Kinslom—"

Biim held the double-edged frame tightly and posed in an attacking position in front of his eyes and replied with a smile.

"And, Lord Kinslon, there are some things we can't stop. I think His Majesty the King will not blame you for the death of the noble minister."

Kinslom had no idea of ​​any thought on his resolute and cold face, and he knew what he was talking about.

Before the action, they vaguely knew who they were, and now the other party told him and told them that their guess was correct.

This is no longer a simple riot.

He seemed to have seen a conspiracy hidden in the smog. The conspiracy reminded him all the time that this kingdom and this capital were surrounded by the throne and surging.

But he, a little man, passively accepted everything.

"My duty is to fulfill His Majesty's orders, and nothing else is in my mind."

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Chapter completed!