Chapter 459 The Prologue to the Turmoil, Black Prince (Please Vote for Me!)

The noble council hid the royal family and passed the application of Lord Lawrence of Kasparmi Castle with almost lightning efficiency, allowing him to lead troops to search for the fleeing citizens.

Use force to hunt down fleeing villagers?

Excuse!

Any fool could see that he was looking for an excuse to attack Ellington.

"If you are so eager to seek death, then let them be."

Victor murmured to himself, he had a premonition that soon, the peace of this country would be broken.

And when that time comes, Ellington, led by Twain, will be his most powerful backer.

The mark of the holy sword.

This is a very spectacular rift valley. The peaks on both sides seem to have been split by a sword. The cliffs are smooth and steep. In the center of the rift valley, a huge fortress with a height of 100 meters stands here, dividing the entire rift valley. All stopped.

Holy Sword Fortress, here is the headquarters of the Third Army of the Empire.

In the commander's room, Gilad Illrus sat in the middle, closing his eyes and enjoying the slightly cold light. In the rift valley outside, he had been in the shadow of the sun for a long time, and the snow was still piled there. , even frozen to the point of stiffness, and in this environment, countless soldiers bent their bodies, crawled on the cold ice and snow, and conducted arduous training.

Gilad obviously inherited the excellent bloodline of Victor and Olina. The sunlight outside the window slanted on his head. His short bright golden hair was as bright as the light of Lumbica. His two heroic sword eyebrows added to his handsome appearance. His face added a bit of heroism, and his sapphire blue eyes were full of magnetism, deeply attracting all the people of the opposite sex who had met him.

The height of about 1.8 meters is enough for him to look down on most people. He does not have exaggerated muscles, nor is he so thin that he will fall over in the wind. His explosive power is completely contained within his body.

When he was very young, Victor took advantage of the royal privileges, used a lot of resources and precious and rare treasures to build a solid foundation for him, and then created a monster-like genius. At a young age, he was already It has a powerful strength that is close to the legendary level.

A prince with strength, ambition and patience, he will be destined to go down in history and become another brilliant super strong man in Purandar.

On the table in front of Gilad, there were several scrolls. Just as Victor was worried, the rumors surrounding Yalinx were already placed in front of him.

A man shrouded in a cloak stood silently on the other side of the table.

"Illegitimate child...what a ridiculous rumor."

Gilad suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the man in black opposite with a half-smile: "What do you think?"

"It doesn't matter, does it?"

The man in black smiled strangely and said, "The important thing is that his voice is very high."

"I am a prince, the only prince of the Illus Empire, the only legal heir."

Gilad said calmly: "No matter how loud his voice is, it's useless."

"But the people don't care. Illrus has been weak for a long time. Everyone wants to live a prosperous life, and Tang En gave them hope. Ellington's changes tempted them, and your father sent you to This desolate place gave him strong support, which is hard to explain. People would rather believe that Tang En is the illegitimate son favored by Victor."

The man in black's voice was hoarse and low, and he said slowly: "In their eyes, you are not as good as Tang En."

Gilad's face suddenly darkened, and all the sharp swords placed in the room were unsheathed with a "clang" sound, whistling and gathering around the man in black, blocking all his vital points in an instant: "I admire you very much. courage, but do you think I really don’t dare to kill you?”

"I dare to come here, but I have no intention of returning alive, completing the mission, or dying here."

The man in black, who was locked by dozens of sword blades, still said unhurriedly: "I think there is no conflict between our purposes. We need war, and you also need war. Not only do you show Ilrus that you Your will is also to show your strength to other countries."

"War is the only chance for the Illrus Empire to rise again. Only a world burning with flames of war is the world where the strong should live, not the peaceful and boring rigid world now."

Gilad looked at the man in black with disdain, and the swords returned one after another. He said lightly: "You are right about one thing. Only war can restore the past glory of the Illus Empire. Only war can restore the past glory of the Ilrus Empire. This should be my active time.”

"His Royal Highness is very smart, we should choose to cooperate."

"No, in your eyes, I am a fool who is being used by you."

Gilad sneered: "Do you think I would be stupid enough to cooperate with you?"

The man in black was silent.

At this time, there was a sudden distortion on Gilad's desk, and an envelope with Victor's seal appeared on the desk a moment later.

Seeing the seal on the ink pad, the man in black trembled: "Hey... Your Highness, do you need me to avoid it?"

"Need not."

Gilad finished speaking calmly and opened the envelope.

Gilad, my son, Alexis is well, please don't worry about him.

Chaos has emerged. Rule the third legion as soon as possible. The crown and throne belong to you. There is no need to care about those rumors.

Once the war breaks out, Ellington will be your strong backup, and Twain will be your strongest ally. Never affect Ellington's development. Never affect Ellington's development. Never affect Ellington's development. The development of Linton! Be sure to remember!

There were only a few lines of words on the envelope, and Girard read them at a glance.

However, this letter only made him feel worse.

If there was no explanation, Gilad could still turn a blind eye, but Victor specially wrote a letter and asked the master to send it to him. This kind of explanation seemed to cover up. Originally it was just a trace of doubt, but now this doubt has suddenly become bigger. Hundreds of times thousands of times.

Especially those three sentences in a row that prevented him from affecting Ellington's development, which made Gilad frown even more.

No matter how he looked at it, he felt that Victor cared more about Ellington and Twain than him.

Could it be that Tang En is really his half-brother?

Otherwise, Victor would have no reason to care about him so much!

Victor only emphasized it because he cared too much about the identity of the messenger of Tang En God, but he did not expect that just because of these few words, it would be self-defeating.

Noticing the subtle expression on Gilad's face, the man in black smiled, but he did not speak. He was waiting for Gilad to make a decision.

As an emperor who wants to dominate the world, he must abandon kindness and kill any possibility.

In this regard, Gilad was more qualified than Victor and Alleria, so they approached Gilad.

Gilad raised his head: "What's your name?"

The man in black opened his hood, revealing an ordinary face, except for his deep eyes. He smiled slightly: "Marcus, His Highness the Prince."

"You said, you have a way to make a person become stronger quickly? Can you also make him loyal to me?"

"Yeah, just using some... little tricks."

"Anyone can do it?"

"anyone."

"In that case, why don't you control me directly?"

"Because we need a smart prince, not a puppet who takes orders from us."

Marcus laughed: "In some aspects, we must admit that His Highness the Prince is very capable."

"Excuse."

Gilad sneered: "You can't control people whose strength exceeds a certain level, right?"

Marcus smiled and said nothing.

Girard shouted to the door: "Courier, inform General Marshall to come see me."

A moment later, General Marshall, fully armored, entered the room and came directly to Gilad: "Salute to you, Your Highness."

Gilad nodded and said to Marcus: "Demonstrate it to me."

Although Gilad is already a ninth-level supreme powerhouse, his influence on the Third Army of the Empire has not increased much in the past few years at the Mark of the Holy Sword. This is the only thing he cannot accept. Marshall surgery is obviously a good choice.

Marcus still smiled and said nothing.

Gilad waited for a moment and suddenly woke up. General Marshall looked calm after entering the room, and seemed not to see Marcus at all.

But that was impossible, Marcus was just standing there.

Then there is only one reason...

"General Marshall is your man!?"

Marcus laughed strangely with a hoarse voice: "Your Highness, congratulations on finally understanding that, in fact, not only General Marshall, but the entire Third Army of the Empire is ours. If you are willing to cooperate with us, I can still I have some more shocking news for you.”

Gilad's face was very ugly. No wonder he couldn't win their loyalty by any means in the past few years, even if he took off his armor and fought with the soldiers in the mire, ate and lived with them, or even trained with them.

It turns out that the entire Third Legion of the Empire has been absorbed by the Serpent of Darkness!

Marshall knelt down on one knee and clasped his right hand on his chest: "Marshall pays tribute to you, the great soul-controlling snake, Lord Marcus. I heard that the Lord of God has awakened, please pay my respects to the Lord of God on my behalf."

"I know, get up and stand by."

Marcus's indifferent words made Marshall stand aside, and Marcus's casual commanding attitude towards Marshall made Girard even more angry.

"Your Highness, maybe you don't know our power yet... Do you know where this place is?"

"The mark of the holy sword."

"Then do you know what's to the north?"

"Of course it's the Kingdom of Grayson. What do you want to say - wait!" A thought flashed through Gilad's mind like lightning. "You control the Third Army of the Empire. Do you want to -"

"If necessary, we can start the war immediately at any time."

Marcus laughed and stretched out his hand: "Your Highness, are you happy to cooperate?"

Gilad frowned and said: "I said, I will not cooperate with you."

With a "clang" sound, Marshall's sword was halfway pulled out when Marcus pushed it back. Marcus stretched out his hand with a smile: "It's use. Let's use each other happily, how about it?"

After Gilad thought for a moment, he said calmly: "I don't like shaking hands with others."

"It just so happens that I don't really like it either."

Marcus retracted his hand and his eyes emitted a strange light: "His Royal Highness is really cautious."

Looking into his eyes, Gilad was confused for a moment, then shook his head vigorously, supported the table and said: "So, what is your first thing? Kill that Tang En first?"

"Twain? No, no, no. Although I really want to kill him, Orika has already gone to deal with him. Of course my mission is... to let you wear that crown."

Marcus's eyes shone brighter and he showed a sinister smile: "To be on the safe side, now is a good opportunity, isn't it?"

"Good opportunity...?" The confusion in Gilad's eyes slowly disappeared, and the faint black light flashed away, "Yes... this is a good opportunity."