Chapter 984: Chapter 544: Heaven Punishing Traitors: Bayfolk Rise, Byron King!_3

In these turbulent times, who can we still rely on?"

Pointing a finger towards the Cedar Palace of the Royal Palace, he growled as he asked and answered himself:

"Yes, the family motto of Her Majesty Queen Margaret I is: ’Love what God loves, hate what God hates’.

This is also the unshakeable obsession that enabled her to ascend to the Fifth Order (Chapter 499).

This is also the fundamental reason why she places such extraordinary trust in the Church Faction.

We talk about pros and cons, the Church Faction talks about faith; we talk about survival, the Church Faction still talks about faith.

Perhaps until the day the Bayfolk Kingdom falls, this situation will remain unchanged.

However, do we, the Kalmar Union, really want to follow the Church all the way to the end?"

The Earl’s eyes blazed:

"Therefore, we need a new protector!

The Church cannot save the Kalmar Triad, only the swords, spears, and great warships of the King of the Wild Hunt can!

In fact, we have never violated Her Majesty’s ’Anti-Creator Consciousness Act’, the charges the Church accuses us of are all slander.

Because Saint Byron, though the King of the Wild Hunt, is also the Holy Spirit, the prophesied child, and moreover, the Messiah!

Your Majesty is wholeheartedly dedicated to public service without expecting anything in return, yet we cannot turn a blind eye to his contributions.

Everyone, the future of the Kalmar Triad, even the Bayfolk, lies in your hands.

Tonight’s action must succeed, there must be no failure!"

Everyone raised their arms and shouted in unison:

"Eliminate the traitorous Church that blinds Her Majesty, and support Princess Violet as the new Crown Prince!"

Everyone knows that the true intention of their reformist faction is: "Heaven Punishing Traitors, the Rise of the Bayfolk, King Byron!"

But in politics, it’s about making more friends and killing fewer enemies, and before reaping the fruits of victory, we must avoid blindly expanding the battlefield.

Exclude the Evernight Queen, who has sat on the throne for decades and has many followers, along with the Neutral Faction with deep-rooted interests.

First, solve the main enemy, the Church Faction, and seize power, then turn back and gradually handle those "friends" who cling to the past.

When the slogan was shouted out, even the Neutral Faction had no grounds to oppose.

In simple terms, how many more days can the Evernight Queen live? If not for oneself, shouldn’t one consider their descendants?

Now the Crown Prince, the Bearkin, died in the first beast tide, and her grandson Eric will surely die sooner than her, doesn’t the Union need an heir?

Who is more rightful to inherit the throne than the Evernight Queen’s legitimate granddaughter, her only public descendant?

Princess Violet has the most indisputable claim, and her husband, the King of the Wild Hunt, possesses abundant Martial Virtue.

With the example of the Castilia Twin Kings ahead, why can’t they?

When the North Sea Empire is reestablished in the future, and the crowns of the Five Nations are merged into one Crown, everyone will benefit.

Essentially, like the Jingnan Campaign, it’s an internal family conflict; except for the Church Faction deeply bound to the Queen by interests, who else dares to resist?

Even if they don’t directly help, there is no reason to obstruct.

"Move out! Don’t get bogged down, aim for a swift victory!"

Once the action starts, the young officers move with exceptional decisiveness, each action team is pre-assigned tasks, with some scouting, some keeping watch, some handling aftermath.

Bam!

The overly luxurious mansion gates of the Church Faction were kicked open.

The patrolling private guards didn’t have time to react before the action unit, numbering several times more than them, turned them into sieves with Trench Brooms.

The Church Faction high official, still in a dream, opened his eyes only to find a gun barrel pointed at his forehead.

Realizing a military coup had occurred, he was so scared he nearly peed himself, begging repeatedly:

"Let’s talk about this, please don’t kill me.

You want money? You want power? Women? I can give you everything.

I can even recommend you into the central body, share the Church Faction’s power, the Queen listens to us, I can meet all your demands!"

The young officer holding the gun to his head, a fervent worshipper of the King of the Wild Hunt, Saint Byron, had long since transcended such base desires.

Hearing this, he merely smirked disdainfully and said coldly to the desperate Church Faction high official:

"Don’t insult us with your filthy thoughts.

Sure, money, women, and power are good, but right now we only want... to make the Bayfolk great again!

Your absence is of great importance to the Five Bay States."

Then, in the clergy high official’s terrified eyes, he roared:

"Heaven Punishing Traitors!"

Bang!

Hundreds of searing steel balls lifted his skull, splattering brains, blood, and Bone Crusher everywhere.

Bang! Bang! Bang!...

The fierce sound of gunfire erupted simultaneously across the entire administrative district, the nobility district where the powerful lived, and the Church District where the clergy resided.

Scattered screams echoed and then abruptly ceased.

The curfew that lasted several days left the residents of the Royal Capital too afraid to venture out, even upon hearing the commotion.

Even the City Guards and Royal Capital Garrison Corps, who should have been patrolling, were nowhere to be seen.

What? The ones doing the killing are the City Guards and Royal Capital Garrison Corps?

Well, then it’s all right.

A raven flapped its wings, flying over the Royal Capital, observing the progress of operations at key locations.

Evidently, Count Hodalan had already been transformed by Byron into a Half-Night Demon, becoming a member of both the Demonic Banquet Council and also the shadow government of the Bayfolk Nations.

At the heart of this coup was not this young Earl but was personally orchestrated by Byron and the Demonic Banquet Council.