Buchak looked up at Garça above the city wall and said unhurriedly: "Your Highness Garça, we came to guard the imperial palace at the order of Her Highness the Empress.
We have no intention of rebelling!
Please let us in and meet Her Highness the Empress. "
Garça barked: "Shut up! You rebels dare to besiege an ally of the empire.
Obviously, you're all traitors trying to assassinate His Majesty. Drop your weapons, kneel on the ground, surrender, and await your punishment! "
A cold glint flashed past Cicéron's eyes, and he quietly made a gesture.
A divine archer of the 2nd imperial guard corps, a high-ranking officer with the cultivation base of a Firmament Knight, took out a bow, urged his qi, and shot an arrow at Garça.
An arrow shrouded in red qi shot towards Garça like a meteor, locking onto his heart.
A long sword covered in lightning struck the arrow, shattering it into pieces.
"Damn you rebels, all of you deserve to die!!"
Garça's complexion changed dramatically, his eyes flashed with frigid killing intent, and he took out a divine imprint about 10 centimeters in diameter inscribed with countless mysterious runes.
The divine imprint was a treasure bestowed by the gods to the Morrince Family to control the Victory Palace. Only the bloodline of the Morrince Family could use it, and it could not be taken out of the Victory Palace.
As soon as the divine seal appeared, rays of dazzling light spread out from the divine seal and enveloped the Victory Palace.
The Victory Palace blossomed with resplendent light, as if a peerless beast was slowly awakening. A frightening pressure beyond that of mortals shrouded the area 10 kilometers in radius around the Victory Palace. Under this pressure, everyone felt a little breathless.
"This is a frightening pressure above that of the Starry Sky Warlock rank. The power contained in the Victory Palace is indeed above that of the Moonlight Warlock rank, touching upon the domain of gods."
Yang Feng's complexion changed slightly, and his eyes flashed with a dignified glint. Under this frightening pressure, the vigor of heaven and earth in this area was completely locked and fell under the control of the Victory Palace.
With the vigor of heaven and earth locked, Yang Feng could only use his 3 great blood-meridian innate spells, the rest of the spells couldn't be cast.
So-called spells were spells that the spellcasters used their own mental strength as a bridge to communicate with the various elements in the world's vitality through spell models, forming a kind of extraordinary power that borrowed the power of heaven and earth.
If the Vitality of Heaven and Earth was locked or the Vitality of Heaven and Earth was thin, it would definitely be a nightmare for Spell Casters.
The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was locked, and many powerful spells could not be used.
Moreover, if the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi was thin, the power of the spells cast would be greatly reduced.
The so-called Magic-forbidding Field was when the Essence of Heaven and Earth was expelled or locked by a powerful force, causing the caster to be unable to borrow the power of the Essence of Heaven and Earth. This was why they were unable to cast various spells.
In the anti-magic domain, a Legendary-mage might not even be as powerful as a high-level Warrior.
Amid the frightening pressure, countless specks of light poured out of the Victory Palace, condensed in midair, and formed a 10-meter-tall, shining with golden light, looking exactly like Morrince I.
When Buchak saw the statue of Morrince I, his heart filled with shock. He knelt on the ground and implored loudly: "Your Highness, please calm down! We surrender!
We surrender! "
Garça's eyes flashed with a fierce glint, and he revealed a cruel smile: "It's too late. I gave you a chance.
Since you're not willing to submit to me, then you can all go to hell! "
Above the Victory Palace, Morrince I looked down at the 2 imperial guard corps warriors like a god and brandished the lightsaber in his hand.
In an instant, an almost endless rain of lightsabers shot out of Morrince I's sword and shot towards the 2 imperial guard corps warriors like raindrops.
A rain of blood splattered in all directions. Amidst the miserable screams, the imperial guards were pierced by the rain of light and turned into dried corpses. All of their lives and souls were absorbed by the light swords.
Cicéron roared furiously, burst out with Star Knight rank qi, brandished his sword, and chopped the lightsabers to pieces.
The Star Knight rank powerhouses of the 2 imperial guard corps also urged their qi to resist the bombardment of the lightsabers.
The imperial guard warriors below the Star Knight rank were turned into ashes by the lightsabers, and their life force and souls were devoured by the rain of lightsabers.
In less than 30 seconds, the more than 30,000 imperial guard corps warriors were turned into ashes by the rain of lightsabers released by Morrince I, and their life force and souls were devoured.
After wiping out all the small fries, Morrince I looked coldly at Cicéron.
Cicéron suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and a frightening force erupted inside him in a flash and blew him into countless pieces.
Yang Feng's heart shook slightly. Looking at the god-like Morrince I in the sky, he mused: "What a frightening being!!"
When the imperial guard warriors above the Gate of Glory saw this scene, they were both fearful and glad.
They were fearful that the 40,000 elite warriors of the 2 imperial guard corps were annihilated by Garça, but glad that they were finally on the side of the victor and escaped the calamity of the purge.
Every time Morrince I took a careful look at the Star Knight rank powerhouses of the 2 imperial guard corps, the Star Knight rank powerhouses would explode into countless pieces.
In less than 5 minutes, there was no one left alive in the 2 imperial guard corps.
The Wizards of the 2 imperial guard corps were even more fragile than ordinary warriors, and were instakilled by the rain of lightsabers.
"Ha-ha-ha, this is the fate of traitors!"
Garça burst into laughter and urged the divine seal in his hand. The projection of Morrince I in the sky collapsed, turned into motes of light, and disappeared into the Victory Palace.
Garça inadvertently glanced at Yang Feng, only to see Yang Feng salute him respectfully.
The imperial guard warriors stared at Garça with both respect and awe. They knew that the man in front of them was about to ascend the throne as the emperor of the Morrince Empire, and no one could stop him.
Yang Feng looked at the tens of thousands of corpses in front of the Gate of Glory and sighed inside: "Only in the world of gods can a dynasty be passed down for more than 100,000 years without change.
With such frightening power, how could mortals overthrow this dynasty? "
The Morrince Empire exuded a sense of decay, degeneration, and debauchery from top to bottom, yet it still had a legacy of more than 100,000 years, completely backed by gods.
Otherwise, such an empire would have been overthrown a long time ago.
The news that Garça destroyed the 20,000-strong imperial guard corps quickly reached the ears of the major forces of the St. Tulan City. The major forces of the St. Tulan City understood that the situation was completely under Garça's control.
The 4th imperial guard corps immediately declared allegiance to Garça and purged the Great Prince Andre's people within the corps.
The 4 city guard corps of the outer city also pledged allegiance to Garça.
The imperial guard hall also declared allegiance to Garça and began to arrest rebels who assassinated Morrince 2,867th.
The so-called rebels who assassinated Morrince 2,867th were naturally people who supported the Great Prince Andre, and many of them were important ministers of the imperial court.
3 days later, Garça couldn't wait to hold an enthronement ceremony and announce his ascension to the throne.
During the enthronement ceremony, the Great Prince Andre's people were all arrested and thrown into prison.
Porta and the other 2 princes were placed under house arrest by Garça. No one objected to the enthronement ceremony, and Garça ascended the throne smoothly as Morrince 2,868th.
In the imperial palace's conference hall.
Garça, dressed in an imperial robe, sat on the throne, looking down at the important ministers of the imperial court from above, his heart brimming with a sense of accomplishment.
In the imperial court, many important ministers held high positions and power. Even a prince like Garça was somewhat inferior in front of these important ministers.
But now, as long as Garça gave the order, these important ministers would be deprived of all their rights, and then dragged into prison like dead dogs to spend the rest of their miserable lives.
Wherever Garça looked, the important ministers of the imperial court lowered their heads slightly, not daring to look him in the eye.
Garça's gaze finally fell on Yang Feng, who was standing respectfully aside, and he said lightly: "Ian!"
Yang Feng stepped forward and said respectfully: "I'm here!"
Garça stared at Yang Feng for a while, then revealed a smile and said: "I promised you that as long as you support me to ascend the throne, I will confer you the title of duke and give you the Funes Province as your fief.
From today on, you are a duke of the empire. The Funes Province and the Red Earth Wasteland are your hereditary fief! "
Envious and jealous gazes came from the side.
A hereditary hereditary enfeoffment of an imperial duke was already the apex of the Morrince Empire's system for ordinary aristocrats.
In the Morrince Empire, even ordinary dukes were already existences with high status and power. Hereditary dukes with huge fiefs were definitely greater aristocrats among greater aristocrats.
A hundred years ago, Salamander, the legendary hero who cultivated both magic and martial arts, had worked hard for his entire life, but he had only become a great noble.
His greater aristocratic status was also far less valuable than Yang Feng's.
That was the territory of a province. Such a huge territory was comparable to that of many small principalities of the Feisuo Plane.
The only drawback was that the population of the Funes Province was slightly smaller.
Yang Feng stepped forward and bowed slightly to Garça: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"