"102 new artillery. I guess we won’t wait for Lance and the others to come back." Mark curled his lips. "Don’t you say yesterday that you wanted to keep your hands to catch more prisoners? I have so many cannons. I wonder if any of them will survive the shelling." "You didn't let you shoot out all the shells, as long as one round of shelling knocked them out and we rushed over to capture the prisoners. If the tug-of-war will kill more people. "I shrugged and said, "Train artillery by the way." "Well, you are an expert in this area, listen to you." Mark nodded.
Originally, according to intelligence, Zaclay planned to do it in the evening, but he couldn't stand it until noon. After confirming that Picsis and others would not get news in time, he gathered a group of people. He went to the imperial palace mightily, no longer concealing his intentions, most of it seemed to him as long as he controlled the emperor's majesty, it would be considered a victory. The Wehrmacht, which was still in a state of chaos, did not respond to this, and Neel, Augustus and others remained silent. Zacre left the large army outside the city, and brought more than a hundred armed men to the palace.
The Restorationists did not stop, and the Wehrmacht did not move. Neel and Augustus remained silent. The few guards in the palace whose symbolic significance was greater than the actual meaning opened the palace gates, making Zacré feel extremely good, as if Everything is in my control. Without any further effort to conceal, Zaclay directly led people to the throne, no longer caring about anything. Hundreds of armed men armed with guns gave him unprecedented information. At this moment, he is full of spirits, he is fearless, his confidence is high, and if he is assisted by gods, it seems that the power in the wall is in his hands.
The palace hall. Two members of the former presidential guard wanted to step forward and push the door open. Zaclay waved his hand to stop them. He stepped forward and pushed the door open. Eric was sitting on the throne with a calm face. There was nothing around him. one person. "Your Majesty." Zaclay took a few steps forward and yawned to Eric, with a false smile on his face, but his pride in his eyes could not be concealed. "You should know what I am here for. "If I just hung a grenade behind the gate, you are dead now." Eric said blankly, and Zacley was taken aback for a moment, and then replied a little embarrassed: "That's if! Admit it." , Your Majesty! You have already lost!"
"Yeah, if." Eric stood up from the throne and stared at Zacre with unwavering eyes. "Daris-Zacre, do you know you are rebelling? Your man All can be classified as rebels." "No, your majesty." Zaclay finally lost his patience, his eyes were full of anger, "This is a revolution! If you are not willing to recognize the reality, I can only let Someone will help you sober up. Now I am the real king!"
Eric smiled disdainfully, turned his head and said to the air on the side: "Enough acting, you can do it." "Eric George! It looks like you are already crazy, take him down!" No longer disguised at all, he tore his face and pointed at Eric and gave an order loudly. The two men walked towards Eric grinningly, but the next moment two magical arrows penetrated their heads...
