MTL - Full Time Mage Lord-Chapter 690 第七〇二

  Chapter 690 Chapter 702 Freshmen I

   "Is the glory of Motu dimmed? Don't you knights usually take oaths from hypocrisy?!"

  The prince sat on the emperor's golden throne and shouted hoarsely. There was no excitement in his voice when he finally sat on the throne, but only sadness.

  The guards guarding the palace have dispersed in sevens and eighties, and the remaining veterans are crying with the prince and queen in the palace.

   Outside the palace was the army of the Dragonbrilliance Empire, but they were not in a hurry to enter the palace.

  When the palace began to run out of water and food, the emperor of Starlight—Trog I came to this capital with a long history.

  Surrender is the only choice for Prince Motu, because not only the palace is already full of people from the Xinghui Empire, but even within the empire, the power towards his uncle Laidi is beyond his imagination.

Leidi gathered 100,000 people in Boulder City to guard the west of the imperial capital, but there was no friction between the Xinghui Empire and Leidi. Occupy the imperial capital.

   "If there is anything in common between the two worlds, this is really a common point..."

  Xiu Yin raised his eyes to look at a banner that had just been hung on the wall of the tall palace.

  The pure white flag flutters slowly with the wind that is about to enter autumn.

  The prince and his empire surrendered, although the prince could mobilize only a few people in the palace.

  The main gate of the imperial palace, which had been tightly closed for more than ten days, dragged its thick rusty steel gate and slowly opened it again.

  The long red carpet under the palace gate goes all the way to the main hall of the emperor.

  Shu Yin thought of the stars in his original world, they also walked on such a red carpet.

   It's just that the one who walks here is replaced by the emperor of Xinghui, Trog I.

  Trog’s face filled with pride, and the accompanying ministers were not stingy with their compliments to the emperor. The “temporary citizens” who had been found in advance and displayed on both sides of the red carpet shouted “Long live!”

  Shuyin and Sherlock, the two most qualified people here, followed behind Trogg, and then the Emperor's Imperial Guard.

   The one who can be by the emperor's side is the emperor's favorite woman, but it is not the figure that Xiu Yin has been looking forward to.

  It is a woman with heavy makeup. According to Charlotte's information, she is a member of the current leader of the Imperial Guard. If it weren't for her, he would not be able to become the commander of the Imperial Guard.

  No matter where Xiu Yin's thoughts went, when a bell rang, Xiu Yin had to come back to his senses.

  The inheritor of the Motu Empire has not yet had any enthronement ceremony, and has not had the opportunity to enjoy the gleaming golden seat, so he kneels at the end of the red carpet.

   Standing in front of him was the Emperor of Starlight, Trogg.

   Trog smiled at his new favorite concubine, Princess Tarossa, with a proud smile as if to say, "I, Trog, am the real master here...!"

  Tarossa has her unique charm, that is, her coquettish smile, Xiu Yin knows that Tifa is absolutely beyond reach.

  But Huin still believed that Tifa should stand there, beside the emperor.

   But, not now.

When Xiuyin was still thinking about why Tifa didn't get the treatment he deserved, when the emperor of Xinghui took his surrender letter from the prince who was kneeling on the ground, Trogna narrowed his eyes with a smile He didn't even look at the proclamation with his eyes, and he directly removed the golden crown that symbolized the prince's legal inheritance right from the crown prince's head.

   "You don't need this anymore."

  Trog took off the golden crown from Prince Motu's head naturally, and all the veterans of Motu in the palace shed tears when they saw it.

  The Motu Empire has been established for more than a hundred years. This is the first time that someone has taken off the dignity and glory of Motu in the imperial capital, and the people who trampled on their glory are the "southern barbarians" they call.

  Trog walked slowly towards the stairs, a total of fourteen steps, symbolizing the rule of the Qiyao family.

   Above the ladder is the golden throne representing the pinnacle of power.

   "What, it's no different from my gold-encrusted one!"

  When Trog's **** was sitting on the throne, he felt a little disappointed in his heart, the same cold touch didn't make any difference because he was from the Qiyao family.

  It's just that Trog's brain nerves are immediately diverted from the sense of touch, and his visual nerves feed back to him the poor prince of the Motu Empire who is about the same age as him in front of him.

   "It's a pity, you are not pitiful!"

  Trog's face suddenly became ferocious, and his finger pointed at the poor man who was kneeling on the ground and trembling.

   "Tie him to the fire pillar in the center of the square. I want everyone in the city, I want people in the entire Motu Empire to hear his howls. Those who commit crimes against me will die!"

   "Long live your majesty, your majesty is holy, and the eternal glory is with the emperor!"

  …

   There was no objection from anyone, only constant hymns and shouts of "Long Live", and of course, there was also the helplessness revealed in the mutual gazes of Xiu Yin and Sherlock.

  Huin would not say anything to stop Trog from killing the royal family of the Motu Empire, because he knew that nothing could stop him at this time.

   And Trogg's actions have only just begun.

  Trog wants to turn Motu City into his new capital.

   There are nearly a million people here, and just one city-state is worth more than half of Xinghui's land wealth.

   Trog spent one day slaughtering the royal family members of the Motu Empire, and then spent two days registering the entire palace under his name.

   It took three days to expel the nobles in the imperial capital from the imperial capital...

  …

   Xiu Yin didn't deliberately remember the date, maybe ten days, maybe one day.

  In short, when Xiu Yin, who was still asleep, was awakened by the noise outside the window one morning, what he saw was the rioting citizens in the city.

   Ten thousand?

   Maybe a hundred thousand people.

  They filled the streets of the imperial capital.

  The imperial capital of the Motu Empire, which has stood for a hundred years, has bred generations of nobles here, and they will not willingly succumb to the feet of Trog.

At least when Xiu Yin was here, as long as these nobles did not speak out or remained neutral, Xiu Yin would not trouble them. Although the nobles swore allegiance to their emperor, they would not foolishly sacrifice their lives for the glory of the emperor. own life.

  But when someone wants to move the cake that has been enjoyed for a hundred years on their plate, they will choose to go all out without hesitation.

   Trog took their cake, of course, they want to take the cake back from Trog.

  The nobles fanned the citizens of the imperial capital who were imposed various taxes by Trog, so on this morning, more than 100,000 people in the imperial capital participated in the riot...

  (end of this chapter)