Chapter 69: The Day the Chess Piece Jumped Out of the Chessboard (Part 68) (First Order Request)
"At least it's the power of Contra's eighth soul skill!"

"It's even possible that a Titled Douluo took action!"

Outside Tiandou City, on the campus of Tianshui College, Shui Feng, dressed in a single piece of clothing, looked solemnly at the flaming mushroom that was rising in Tiandou City.

She had never seen this kind of mushroom-shaped fire attack.

But she had seen fire attacks with similar lethality.

Her old rival Huo Lie, the dean of Chihuo Academy and the father of Huo Wu and Huo Wushuang, has the eighth soul skill that can produce a similar effect.

But the problem is... this is fucking Tiandou City!
Right under the emperor's nose!

At the feet of the emperor!

It is unlikely that unrest will break out in Tiandou City if unrest breaks out anywhere else. If unrest breaks out in Tiandou City, it can only mean that the Tiandou Empire is finished!

and……

"The direction is not right!" Shui Feng measured the distance between the palace and the flame mushroom with her hand, frowning: "At this distance, most of the prince's mansion seems to be within the killing range, and it is even possible that it is heading for Prince Xue Xing. It's strange, who dares to attack a prince of the Tiandou Empire in Tiandou City?"

This is the question that Huo Lie wants to know as well as Feng Wuji, the dean of Thunder Academy, and the deans of other advanced soul master academies.

It's not even just these Contras who want to know.

There is no one inside or outside Tiandou City who doesn't want to know.

But if we were to say who would want to know what happened the most, it would definitely be Marshal Ge Long of the Tiandou Empire. As the current commander-in-chief of the palace guards, he was unaware that such a shocking battle had broken out in Tiandou City. Judging from the direction and distance, it had also affected Prince Xuexing's mansion. The life and death of Prince Xuexing was uncertain, and he could not shirk this responsibility!

But he soon discovered that he no longer had the energy to care about the battle taking place in Prince Xuexing's mansion, because right under his nose, a back-stabbing battle was taking place among the Palace Guards!

"what!"

At the gate of the imperial city, a guard suffered a despicable kidney shot, and one of his kidneys was directly scrapped. Two soul rings rose from under his feet, one white and one yellow. But before he could put up an effective resistance, another long sword stabbed out from his left side, like the breath of a spirit snake, and killed him in the throat with one sword.

In the last moment before his life and consciousness faded away, he saw two teammates wearing the armor of the Royal Guards. Two teammates who looked quite familiar and with whom he usually boasted and chatted flashed past his sight.

What followed was endless darkness.

And this scene is happening in all the city gates!

"Asshole!" Ge Long cleared a city gate that was completely occupied by dozens of rebels with one blow, and chopped off the wooden stick stuck on the capstan with a sword, allowing the palace gate to fall, but the city gates in other places were still in danger: "Have you all forgotten the oath you swore in front of the emperor?"

"Marshal, what should we do now?" Looking at Ge Long who was unable to use his strength, a panicked soldier asked, "We are all colleagues, we really can't tell who is the enemy!"

Hearing this question, Ge Long felt a headache.

The guards on the city gates were fighting each other. If a large-scale attack was used, the rebels could indeed be eliminated, but a large number of the elite guards would also die. Moreover, such an equal treatment would lead to the collapse of military morale. No matter what happened tonight, tomorrow morning, the palace guards that Emperor Xue Ye had spent a lot of money to build, composed entirely of soul masters, would be destroyed.

In addition, as this soldier said, they are all colleagues; suppose two colleagues are fighting, the colleague on the left says that the colleague on the right is a traitor, and the colleague on the right says that the colleague on the left is a traitor, who will they help?
Everyone knows, help your own people!

But the definition of one’s own people is too vague!

If you help one of them to kill another and find that it was right, you will find some comfort in your heart. In the tragic case of fratricide, there must be some reason to prove that you are right and your behavior is correct.

But if they help one of them kill another person, and then find out that they have killed the wrong person and have helped the traitor kill their own people, even if they are well-trained soldiers, their mentality will collapse and they will doubt the correctness of their own actions.

"Tell them to stop!" Ge Long gritted his teeth. He knew this was a stopgap measure, and some of the real traitors could still hide. But he could no longer control the situation except for this stopgap measure. Moreover, he knew that this rebellion was just the beginning of his own confusion, and there would be greater storms waiting for him in the future: "Detain all of them and wait for orders. Anyone who disobeys will be regarded as a traitor. No orders are needed, and they will be arrested immediately. They will be given the power to be killed on the spot!"

"Marshal, you are wise!" Several lieutenants and soldiers surrounding Golong complimented him, but before Golong could react, four ten-thousand-year soul rings suddenly flashed, plus a dozen thousand-year soul rings and hundred-year soul rings. The backstab launched by these lieutenants and a dozen soldiers taught Golong a severe lesson: "But, I'm sorry, because we are all His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's men!" Fortunately, Golong has been in a state of possession by the martial spirit.

He was not killed by the backstab of this soul skill.

But even if he didn't die, he was seriously injured.

Mainly because I was unprepared.

There is not even any awareness of defense.

However, even though he was seriously injured, Golong, who had crawled out of the ruins, still managed to kill these Soul Emperor's Soul King-level lieutenants, as well as a dozen Soul Sect and Soul Lord soldiers on the spot in just thirty seconds!

"Prince?"

"Prince!"

"Yes, Prince!"

Ge Long wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He wanted to lead his personal guard to Emperor Xue Ye's bedroom to report the matter, but suddenly made the sad discovery that the lieutenants and a dozen soldiers just now were just a small group of his personal guard.

Even the guards betrayed him, who else could he trust?
Ge Long took a deep look at the city gate.

He could already hear the sound of horse hooves at the foot of the city gate.

Did he die in battle here?

Or go and protect the unsuspecting Emperor Xue Ye?

In Goron's mind, the answer to this question already existed.

The reason why the Imperial Guards are holding their ground here, or in other words, the significance of the Imperial Guards' holding their ground here, is to protect Emperor Xue Ye. If he dies in battle here, Prince Xue Qinghe will really have a smooth journey!

From this point of view, the battle that broke out in the Prince Qin's Mansion on Xuexing should also be the work of Prince Xue Qinghe. It was so interconnected and suffocating!

Prince Xuexing is most likely dead.

The fourth prince Avalanche is probably gone too.

At this time, the only two male members left in the Tiandou royal family were the Crown Prince Xue Qinghe and Emperor Xue Ye!
Xue Ke doesn’t count, she is a princess.

No inheritance rights.

Unless the Tiandou royal family is wiped out.

Therefore, as long as Emperor Xue Ye is still alive, even if Xue Qinghe occupies Tiandou City, his act of treason will be known to the world!
The simple-minded Goron thought so.

Run towards the bedroom where Emperor Xue Ye is.

But he overlooked one fact: for an emperor, a marshal holding military power is far less reassuring than an excellent and filial son. What's more, the marshal abandoned the city defense and defined a son who had no reason to rebel as a rebel; this practice was more like a military remonstration from the marshal and more like a rebellion!

　4. There are two more chapters to come, but please wait a moment while I code them.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)