Yang Feng frowned slightly and said coldly: "Shut up!"
As if he heard the voice of a fiend, Sucre covered his mouth with his hand and stared at Yang Feng with a look of horror in his eyes.
The raging wave Sacred Swordsman Lucero didn't say a word. With a sword in hand, he stared at the 3 princes with an indifferent expression and a gleam of pleasure in his eyes.
The 2 princes Porta and Sanel looked at Yang Feng with the same look of horror in the abyss of their eyes.
Only now did they remember that Yang Feng had the nickname Fiend Ian in the Miracle City.
An unknown number of people from the hunting fang corps and the silver sword corps died tragically under Yang Feng's orders. He even dared to kill greater aristocrats of the Morrince Empire.
The fear that their lives were in the hands of others shrouded the hearts of Porta and the other 2 princes.
Yang Feng smiled gently, and his words revealed frigid killing intent: "Your Highnesses, will you order the guards to lay down their weapons, or will I help you so that they never have to pick up their weapons?"
As soon as he said that, the guards around Porta and Sanel tensed up, clenched their weapons, and waited for their master's order.
Porta sighed slowly and said: "Neru, lay down your weapons."
"Yes, Your Highness!" Only then did Neru and a dozen of Porta's guards put down their weapons.
Sanel was silent for a moment, and then ordered unhurriedly: "Avan, lay down your weapons."
"Yes, Your Highness!" Awan and the other guards of Sanel also put down their weapons.
With a wave of Yang Feng's hand, dozens of heavily armed warriors immediately pounced on Neru and the other dozens of guards with extraordinary strength, binding them tightly.
Yang Feng strode to in front of Garça and said with a dignified expression: "Your Highness, our next target is the imperial palace!!
As long as we control the imperial palace, we'll be halfway there! "
At this time, Morrince 2,867th was dead, the Great Prince Andre was in the southern army, and the 3 princes who had the right to inherit 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 with state affairs.
As long as he controlled the two empresses and the four imperial concubines in the palace, Sanel could ascend the throne.
Garça's eyes flashed with excitement, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling. His eyes flashed with endless heat, and he said word by word, "Yes, the next step is the imperial palace!!"
"I'll definitely fulfill my promise after I ascend the throne, Ian!" Garça's mood surged and he loudly promised.
At the same time, I will also grant you a wish. Tell me, what do you want?
Prime Minister of the empire?
Or the Imperial Grand Marshal?
As long as you say it, I will agree to it. "
Garça was very smart. He knew that the biggest key to his ascension to the throne was to win Yang Feng's support.
Otherwise, once Yang Feng switches sides, his ascension to the throne will come to nothing, and he may even become a prisoner.
Yang Feng's eyes flashed with a peculiar glint, and he said with a smile: "If Your Highness ascends the throne in the future, I hope to enter the royal treasury of the Morrince Empire and pick a few treasures I want."
Garça made a prompt decision and said, "Okay!
I promise you! "
Yang Feng said solemnly: "Now is a critical time. If Your Highness still has any power, then use them all.
This is our best chance, and also our only chance! "
As the 6th prince of the empire, Garça had a tremendous hidden force.
Even Yang Feng didn't know how much power Garça was hiding, or how many aristocrats had already sided with him.
Garça's eyes flashed with graveness. He nodded, took out a communications crystal, and said grimly: "The time has come, do it at once!"
A fearful yet firm voice came from the other side of the communications crystal: "Yes, Your Highness!"
Garça took out communications crystals one after another and issued a series of orders to the other side of the communications crystal.
Porta and the other 2 princes could only watch helplessly as Garça issued a series of orders, yet did nothing.
Porta and the other 2 princes also had tremendous hidden forces that infiltrated countless departments.
A large number of aristocrats sided with them.
But now that they were under semi-house arrest, they couldn't contact those forces to take action.
The St. Tulan City had 4 city gates, east, west, south, and north. There was a corps stationed inside and outside each city gate.
The 4 corps stationed outside the city belonged to the city guard system.
The 4 corps stationed inside the city belonged to the imperial guard system.
The south gate, within the barracks of the 3rd imperial guard corps. Catalão, the deputy commander of the 3rd imperial guard corps, strode into the command center of the 3rd imperial guard corps.
In the center of the command center sat a person. It was Chippeco, the commander of the 3rd imperial guard corps. At this moment, he was leisurely reading a book.
The work of the imperial guards had always been leisurely. After all, apart from palace coups, no one dared to cause trouble in the St. Tulan City.
Even demigod rank powerhouses would be easily suppressed if they acted presumptuously in the St. Tulan City.
When Chippeco saw Catalão, his eyes lit up. He fished out a chessboard from under his desk and said with a smile: "Catalão, you came at the right time.
Play a game of chess with me. "
"Okay!"
When Catalão walked up to Chippeco, a complicated glint flashed in the abyss of his eyes. Suddenly, he erupted with Star Knight rank qi, drew his sword, and stabbed Chippeco in the heart lightning-fast.
Chippeco's eyes widened. Unable to believe his eyes, he reluctantly uttered: "Wh … why!!"
Catalão's eyes flashed with a complicated glint, and he gave a long sigh and pulled out his sword: "I'm a man of His Highness the 6th Prince! His Majesty is dead!
Chippeco, I'm sorry! "
Blood spurted out of Chippeco's chest. His eyes dimmed, his body swayed, and he fell to the ground.
In the barracks, the drums of assembly rang out.
The 3rd imperial guard corps immediately began to assemble.
The high-ranking officers of the corps quickly came to the command center.
There was a faint smell of blood in the command center. At the same time, the command center was surrounded by Catalão's personal guards. As soon as the high-ranking officers entered the command center, they felt that something was amiss.
The high-ranking officers focused their gazes on Catalão, who was sitting on the throne of the corps commander, in the command center.
Catalão said solemnly: "Everyone is here.
I'm going to announce unfortunate news. His Majesty the great emperor has just been assassinated in the St. Tulan City and is dead. "
"What? His Majesty the emperor is dead?"
"His Majesty, he is dead!"
"…"
The eyes of the high-ranking officers of the imperial guard corps flickered with shock and they exclaimed.
The death of His Majesty the emperor of the Morrince Empire was a major event that would shock the world and change the situation of the entire Morrince Empire.
Catalão said coldly: "Commander Chippeco was suspected of plotting to assassinate His Majesty. I killed him on the spot.
His Highness the 6th Prince sent an envoy to have the 3rd imperial guard corps capture the assassins and eradicate the traitors in the court!
Who is willing to go with me? "
A confidant of Catalão immediately said loudly: "Since His Majesty is dead, His Highness the 6th Prince is the only heir to the throne of the empire!
We are willing to follow His Highness the 6th Prince and eradicate the traitors in the court! "
"We are willing to be loyal to His Highness the 6th Prince and eradicate the traitors in the court with His Highness the 6th Prince!"
"…"
Voices of loyalty came from the command center. Almost one-third of the officers of the 3rd corps swore allegiance to His Highness the 6th Prince at once.
The rest of the officers looked at each other, and a sense of danger welled up in their hearts.
They were soldiers who didn't want to get involved in the whirlpool of the power struggle. But the sudden change in the situation forced them to choose a side.
Catalão's gaze turned cold, and he said frigidly: "Why aren't you saying anything?
Are you in cahoots with the traitors who assassinated His Majesty? "
Catalão's personal guards surrounding the command center drew their swords and surrounded the officers who didn't take a stand. If they said anything wrong, they would be hacked to death.
An officer pointed at Catalão and barked: "Catalão, you're rebelling!"
Catalão waved his hand, and a dozen plus personal guards with tyrannical fighting strength rushed forward in a flash and killed the officer with a flurry of swords.
"Catalão, you're rebelling!"
One officer after another stepped forward and berated Catalão.
As soon as the officers came out, they were quickly killed by Catalão's personal guards.
The command center was suddenly enveloped in the smell of blood.
After 7 officers were killed on the spot, the officers of the 3rd imperial guard corps understood Catalão's determination.
Catalão had gambled everything. If they didn't yield, then he would kill all of them.
An officer was silent for a while, and then finally said loudly: "I'm willing to follow Sir and eradicate the assassins who assassinated His Majesty."
One officer after another was finally forced to yield and stand forward.
Catalão got up and barked: "Then let's set off at once! Our target is the imperial palace!
Along the way, whoever dares to block us is our enemy! "
Under Catalão's leadership, the 20,000-strong troops of the 3rd imperial guard corps immediately set out and quickly rushed towards the imperial palace.
Drums also sounded in the barracks of the 1st imperial guard corps at the east gate.
The officers of the 1st imperial guard corps quickly came to the command center of the 1st imperial guard corps.
The entire command center was permeated with a somber and heavy atmosphere, pressuring the officers of the 1st imperial guard corps somewhat out of breath.
In the center of the command center sat a burly old man of about 56 or 57 years of age, with grizzled temples, yet still exuding a valiant aura.
This burly old man was Buchak, the commander of the 1st imperial guard corps.