284 – Turmoil
Yang Feng frowned slightly and said coldly: “Shut up!”
As if he heard the voice of a fiend, Sucre covered his mouth with his hands and stared at Yang Feng with a look full of fear in his eyes.
With a sword in hand, the Raging Sacred Swordsman Lucero silently stared at the 3 princes with an indifferent expression and a pleased look in his eyes.
The 2 princes Porta and Sanair looked at Yang Feng with fear in the depth of their eyes. Only now did they recall that Yang Feng was dubbed as Devil Ian in the Miracle City. Among the 2 corps, the hunting fang corps and silver sword corps, an untold number of people met tragic ends at Yang Feng’s orders. He even dared to kill greater aristocrats of the Morrince Empire.
A sense that their lives were in the palm of another person took a hold of the hearts of the 3 princes.
Yang Feng smiled gently yet his words were laced with cold killing intent: “Your Highnesses, will you order your guards to lay down their weapons or did I have to help you, making them forever unable to pick up their weapons?”
As soon as his words fell, the guards around Porta and Sanair nervously clenched their weapons and waited for their orders.
Porta sighed slowly and said: “Neel, lay down your arms.”
“Yes, Your Highness!” Neel and the dozen guards of Porta laid down their weapons.
Sanair went silent for a moment and then ordered unhurriedly: “Avan, lay down your arms.”
“Yes, Your Highness!” Avan and the dozen guards of Sanair also laid down their weapons.
With a wave of Yang Feng’s hand, dozens of fully armed warriors immediately pounced at Neel and the other guards and tied them down.
Yang Feng strode to in front of Garça and said with a solemn expression: “Your Highness, our next target is the imperial palace! As long as we take control of the palace, we will be halfway there!”
At this moment, Morrince 2,867th was dead, the Great Prince André was in the southern corps, and the other 3 princes who had the right to succeed the throne were under Yang Feng’s control.
Now only the 2 empresses and 4 consorts in the imperial palace had the ability to interfere. As long as the 2 empresses and 4 consorts in the imperial palace were put under control, Garça would be able to ascend the throne and become emperor.
Garça’s eyes sparkled with excitement and his blood boil. With endless fervor in his eyes, he stressed each syllable: “Yes, the next step is the palace!”
Garça was in a great mood, and so he promised loudly: “Ian, when I ascend the throne, I will certainly keep my promise. At the same time, I will fulfill a wish of yours. Tell me what do you want? Is it he position of prime minister or grand marshal? Just say a word and it‘s yours.”
Garça was very clever. He knew that the key to his ascension of the throne was to win the support of Yang Feng. Otherwise, once Yang Feng defected, his ascension of the throne would be turned into a soap bubble, and he might even become a prisoner.
Yang Feng’s eyes flashed with a peculiar glint, and he said with a light smile: “If you ascend the throne, Your Highness, I hope to be able to enter the royal treasury and select a few treasures.”
Garça promptly replied: “Okay! I promise you!”
Yang Feng said solemnly: “Now is a critical time. Please use all your cards, Your Highness. This is our best and only chance!”
As the 6th prince, Garça had tremendous hidden forces. Even Yang Feng didn’t know how powerful Garça’s hidden forces were or how many aristocrats were in his ranks.
With a grave look in his eyes, Garça nodded, took out a communications crystal, and said callously: “It’s time, start at once!”
A fearful yet firm voice came from the communications crystal: “Yes, Your Highness!”
Garça continuously took out communications crystals and gave a series of orders.
Porta and the other 2 princes could only watch Garça give a series of orders.
The 3 princes also had tremendous hidden forces that infiltrated numerous departments and had a large number of aristocrats side with them. However, since they were under a semi-house arrest, they could not contact those forces to mobilize.
The St. Tulan City had 4 gates, east, west, north, and south gates. Outside and inside the city, at each gate, was stationed a corps. The 4 corps stationed outside the city were classified as city guards. The 4 corps inside the city were classified as imperial guards.
South gate, 3rd imperial guard corps, within the barracks, the vice-commander of the 3rd imperial guard corps Catalão strode into the command center.
Sitting in the command center, Chippeco, the commander of the 3rd imperial guard corps, leisurely read a book.
Imperial guards were always idle. After all, apart from court coups d’état, no one dared to cause trouble in the St. Tulan City. Even demigod rank powerhouses would be easily suppressed when acting presumptuously in the St. Tulan City.
Chippeco’s eyes lit up when he saw Catalão, and he took out a chessboard from under his desk and said with a smile: “Catalão, you came just at the right moment. Let’s play a game of chess.”
“Alright!” Catalão walked up to Chippeco with a complex look in the abyss of his eyes. Suddenly, he broke out with Star Knights rank qi, drew his sword, and, like a bolt of lightning, stabbed Chippeco in the heart.
Chippeco’s eyes opened wide. Unable to believe his eyes, he uttered with difficulty: “Wh… why?!”
A complex look in his eyes, Catalão gave a long sigh, pulled out his sword, and said: “I am a man of His Highness 6th Prince! His Majesty is dead! I’m sorry, Chippeco!”
Blood spurted out of Chippeco’s chest, his eyes turned dim, his body shook slightly, and he fell to the ground.
Drums echoed in the barracks.
The 3rd imperial guard corps began to assemble at once.
High-ranking officers of the corps quickly arrived at the command center
There was a faint smell of blood in the command center. At the same time, Catalão’s guards were stationed around the command center. When the high-ranking officers entered the command center, they had a bad feeling.
The high-ranking officers focused their attention on Catalão, who sat in the seat of commander in the command center.
Catalão said solemnly: “Everyone is here. I have bad news. His Majesty was just attacked by assassins in the St. Tulan City, he is dead.”
“What, His Majesty died?”
“His Majesty is dead!”
“…”
The high-ranking officers exclaimed with shock in their.
The death of the emperor of the Morrince Empire was definitely a shocking event, it would impact the state of the entire Morrince Empire.
Catalão continued coldly: “Commander Chippeco is suspected of plotting to assassinate His Majesty. I killed him on the spot. His Highness 6th Prince sent a messenger, he wants our 3rd imperial guard corps to go catch the assassins and eradicate traitors in the court! Who would like to go with me?”
One of his men immediately cried out: “Since His Majesty is dead, then His Highness 6th Prince Garça is the only heir to the throne! I am willing to follow His Highness 6th Prince to eradicate any traitors in the court!”
“I am willing to pledge allegiance to His Highness 6th Princes and eradicate any traitors in the court for His Highness!”
“…”
In the command center, voices expressing allegiance were heard. Almost a third of the officers pledged allegiance to the 6th prince.
The rest of the officers looked at each other, and a sense of danger welled up inside them. They were warriors who didn’t want to join the whirlpool that was the imperial power struggle. However, the sudden change forced them to choose a side.
His gaze cold, Catalão said frigidly: “Why are you silent? Could it be that you are
in cahoots with the rebels who assassinated His Majesty?”
Catalão’s guards around the command center drew their blades and surrounded the officers who didn’t express their stance. If they said anything out of line, they would be immediately hacked to death.
An officer pointed at Catalão and barked: “Catalão, you‘re rebelling!”
With a wave of his hand, a dozen guards rushed forward and killed the officer in an instant.
“Catalão, you‘re rebelling!” One officer after another stood out, pointed at Catalão, and berated him.
As soon as the officers stood out, they would be quickly killed by Catalão’s guards.
The smell of blood pervaded the command center.
After 7 officers in a row were killed, the remaining officers of the 3rd imperial guard corps understood Catalão’s determination. Catalão went all in. If they didn’t give in, they would be killed.
After a moment of silence, an officer finally cried out: “I would like to follow Sir and eradicate the assassins who murdered His Majesty.”
One officer after another was finally compelled to yield.
Catalão got up and barked: “Now then, let’s set out right away towards the imperial palace! Whoever dares to block us along the way is our enemy! “
The 20,000-strong 3rd imperial guard corps led by Catalão immediately set out for the imperial palace.
East gate, drums echoed in the camp of the 1st imperial guard corps.
High-ranking officers of the 1st imperial guard corps quickly arrived at the command center of the 1st imperial guard corps.
The command center was filled with a somber and heavy atmosphere, which left the officers somewhat overwhelmed.
In the center of the command center sat a burly old man. Although the old man was 56 or 57 years of age and had grizzled temples, yet he still exuded a valiant aura. The burly old man was Buchak, the commander of the 1st imperial guard corps.