MTL - Hail the King-~ 1100, what are you?

"Long live your majesty!" Granero excitedly threw himself.

"Long live the good of Alexander!" Thousands of soldiers were defeated in unison, and the iron and blood of the soldiers went straight into the sky.

Christo, who was beside him, struggled like a madman and yelled: "That is mine, the seat is mine, it is mine, Alexander, you miscellaneous, you thief, you conspiracy... ”

It is a pity that his voice, in the shouts of thousands of soldiers, Wei is unspeakable.

"Get up." Sun Fei's expression has always been calm, and he was not excited to board such a throne. He looked up at Granero and said: "Esteban, you lead all the guards in the palace. And the army, immediately go out of the palace, go to support the civilians in the city, pass my orders, mobilize all the military power of St. Petersburg, strangle the Barcelona garrison, since the strong city of Chambord will assist you, I want to return to St. Petersburg before dark To the control of the Zenit."

"Follow, sire." Granero trembled with excitement.

He dreams of waiting for this day.

"Your Majesty, then they..." Granero got up and pointed at the shivering ministers, frowning.

"Don't care about them, everything in the palace, let me come." Sun Fei leaned on the throne, waved his hand, and pointed to Christo, saying: "Leave him, the palace, Don't leave a guard, don't leave a soldier."

"Follow, sire."

Granero got up and led thousands of black armor out of the palace.

In the twinkling of an eye, among the vast emperors' palaces, only Sun Fei was left alone, as well as Christo and a group of ministers who were scared as a result of the end of the forest.

Although the number of people has decreased, the fear and pressure in their hearts have not decreased even if they are one point.

Because the man sitting on the throne at this time, as early as a year ago, has been a strong man, and the strength of the four Barcelona’s successful completions, which was just shown, is even more embarrassing. It is enough to completely control everything in the palace.

"Your Majesty, support Alexander!"

"On the right, the shampoo king is the real new emperor of the empire..."

There were two ministers who turned their eyes and thought of something. They came out from under the table and shouted slogans and looked like they were filled with indignation.

Sun Fei’s face showed a mocking smile and turned to look at Christo.

"You... traitors... you two despicable villains, you see the wind and the rudder..." Christo's face was pale, sitting on the pure gold steps because of the severe pain in the broken hand bones, the forehead was cold and sweaty, and was The minister’s rebellion was irritated.

"Oh, how? The taste of betrayal, is not good?" Sun Fei held his chin and smiled.

Christo’s anger screamed and sneered and said: “I am the real emperor of Yassin’s emperor, flowing the noble blood of the Zenit royal family, and you, what is it? A countryman from the city of Chambord, The guy with low blood pressure, dare to pretend to be the three emperors, you conspiracy, do you think that your ambition will succeed? After thousands of years, history will only remember, the hero of the shampoo king Alexander conspiracy, captured the throne of Zenit Is a despicable person who seeks to be a squatter."

"Oh?" Sun Fei smiled: "But I only know that history has always been written by the winner. Maybe thousands of years later, history will remember my hero who will turn the tide and remember the emperor of China. At the same time, it will also tell the world that the four emperors, Christo's father, and the princes, betrayed the empire, slaughtered the aristocrats, abandoned the civilians, is a poor worm that will always be nailed to the shame column, huh, huh, even if I will, you, this person, will It will disappear forever, it will not appear in any history books, and it will become a ghost that no one knows."

"You... despicable!" Christo was resentful and spurted a spurt of blood.

"Hah, I am only joking, why are you so serious, huh?" Sun Fei yawned, and then his eyes suddenly became dignified, word by word: "To tell the truth, you are such a low-four, I am even I am joking with you, and I have no patience. I want to fight with you? Why do you rely on it? Wenzhi? Wugong? Which one is better than me? In your eyes, I struggled hard, even for it, I sold my own father. Selling the power of the entire empire, I want a thought, and all of them belong to me in an instant."

"You...you demon!" Christo spurted a spurt of blood, struggling to stand up, but as if he had been drained all his strength.

"I can't stand up even in the station, it's really pitiful, but more stupid," Sun Fei shook his head and looked at Christo with a condescending look. His eyes were full of disdain and sympathy: "This world is the world that is the strongest." Only the real strong can become the supreme master, even the imperial power, in the face of real strength, it is only a pitiful accompanying. It’s ridiculous that you have not seen this clearly yet, why do you sit down on the emperor? The throne of the throne? Is it because you are less than a five-star half-small magical power? Or is it a group of locusts in the hall that make the rudder timid?"

"Stop, don't say, don't say, hey, don't let you say." Christo's chest violently ups and downs, his eyes straight, mad, and he couldn't get up in one breath.

Sun Fei’s words hurt him more than cutting him a hundred.

Words and phrases, like the cruelest criminal law in the world, slowly and viciously act on his soul and make him crazy.

"Okay, then don't say it. Do you think that I am willing to say anything more like yours?" The expression on Sun Fei's face suddenly became strange. He took a pale gold from the storage ring. Scroll: "If it’s not Yasin, even at the last moment of life, I want to keep your life. If it’s not because of my body, it’s really the blood of your mouth, it’s not like you. Things are actually my dear brother. Do you think that your end will be different from those of Barcelona?"

Sun Fei unrolled the scroll.

A golden flame of light emerged to form the shadow of Yassin the Great.

The familiar and majestic words, flowing from the mouth of the illusion, tell an old but clear story. Sun Fei’s life experience is also revealed after this scroll, and about the ownership of the imperial throne, In the end, there is also a real conclusion.

"Alexander, the future master of the empire, the supreme emperor, my child, please remember that no matter what happens, you must be kind to your brother, Arshavin, Torbinsky, Natasha. Domingos, they are very relieved, the only Christo, he may be swallowed up by his own anger and greed, if he really committed any unforgivable mistakes, my child, please spare him a life, after all, he It’s your brother!”

The roll axis everyone showed a noble majesty on the other side of Yassin the Great.

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