The First Magic World War

Chapter 422: 394. Emperor Julius Axler Rebels (7000 words, asking for monthly tickets)

Indeed, Julius Axler VI suddenly rose in rebellion!

Charles was baffled upon receiving the document; he could barely understand how Earl Brittany had just mentioned that the Emperor was dying.

How could this old man still vigorously start a rebellion?

Moreover, what is an Emperor rebelling against?

Has there ever been an Emperor in history who rebelled?

The message conveyed by the document was very crude, lacking any process or details, only mentioning that it also involved Prince Redmiel Axer and Duke Mosleyd.

Charles immediately wanted to return to Strasbourg to see what scheme the rebelling Emperor had devised.

However, reason told him that Strasbourg was probably now in a storm of blood and carnage; who knew how many people would perish, and it was better for him not to seek further sorrow.

Moreover, Strasbourg, not the frontier of Ferlanden, was where the Sacred Order was most abundant; what crowd should he, a mere High-Level Transcendent, join?

Besides, Miss Annie Brittany wasn’t even in Strasbourg!

Speaking of which, Charles really admired Earl Brittany’s foresight.

If Annie had returned to Strasbourg, he would have dashed back to “rescue the damsel in distress” and led all the Beastman forces there.

At this moment, Charles found himself missing Tumishen, the Old Leopard Man proficient in Beast God Transformation Technique, who could morph into thousands of forms, was at the top rank of Sacred Order, and had unmatched speed in movement technique. It was a pity that Tumishen and Sabastine had already returned to be by Menilman’s side.

Charles had also thought about setting up an intelligence system, but such a venture truly required professionals, and this world, unfortunately, lacked such talent. His trading group’s message passing wasn’t even as fast as newspapers, so at this moment, he could only sigh in vain.

Just as Charles had guessed, Strasbourg was at this time in utter chaos.

The battle outside the Imperial Palace was drawing to its conclusion; six or seven members of the Sacred Order were fiercely fighting in the sky. A nobleman, in his fifties and still elegant, was striding into the Imperial Palace while complaining to another man in full armor beside him, “Duke Mosleyd, we have delayed for too long!”

“Three days, it took us three whole days to secure the palace!”

“It’s good that we reassigned a few old fellows in advance and blocked the news. Otherwise, just anyone calling out from atop a high point might have led to our failure.”

The one addressed as Duke Mosleyd, whose voice sounded slightly muffled inside the armor yet was filled with confidence, said, “Prince Redmir, we won! Do not worry about those details. As long as you kill Julius and declare him a traitor, proclaiming yourself as Axler VII, the matter will be settled.”

The two men chatted leisurely while striding into the royal bedroom.

All along the way, the floors were strewn with dead royal knights, most having died fighting. Many of the knights had several weapons embedded in their bodies, and some showed signs of being hit by Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullets. Those hit by such alchemical bullets could hardly keep their bodies intact, and they met even ghastlier ends.

Emperor Julius Axler, still seated on the throne, looked at his brother who had burst into the royal bedroom, his eyes filled with sorrow, and asked, “Could you not wait any longer?”

Prince Redmiel Axer smiled slightly and replied, “Not that I couldn’t wait; I am very patient. But I’m also afraid that in the end, it won’t be me!”

“You know that I’m only fourth in line for the throne, after your three nieces and your son!”

The old Emperor sighed and asked, “Will you kill them too?”

Prince Redmiel answered indifferently, “Why not? Brother, you and I both understand the principle of removing weeds by their roots.”

The old Emperor, angered, slapped the throne’s armrest and exclaimed, “They all call you uncle!”

Prince Redmiel replied with a laugh, “And in the future, they can still call me uncle, only… they probably won’t be doing so.”

The Prince drew his rapier, which emitted a strange glow like that of a spirited snake. He thrust forcefully, piercing the old king’s body.

Emperor Julius Axler weakly raised his hand, trying to stop it all, but he was too old and his strength had deteriorated severely. Years ago, the old Emperor had attempted to ascend by taking an extremely precious Magic Potion, but his body, in decline, failed to ascend and instead suffered the repercussion of the potion. Since then, his body deteriorated and he could no longer mobilize his inner strength, helplessly watching as his body was impaled.

Prince Redmiel, with a firm slash, cut his brother in half. Looking at the Emperor’s incredulous face, he turned to Duke Mosleyd and said, “It’s over! We have succeeded.”

“Next, we only need to kill those few children, as well as my dear sister-in-law.”

“It’s a pity; if she were a few years younger, I could have let her continue as queen.”

Duke Mosleyd said softly, “You still need some time, and to withstand those people’s questioning.”

Prince Redmiel confidently declared, “There are only about ten people who would question me: Brittany, Galanode, Robin, Akso, Dadanian, Sumei…”

“Duchess Mesunu has already rebelled; there’s no need to care about her!”

“They will all support me!”

“I have already sent proposals to Earl Brittany and Count Sophia Garanode; as long as they agree, their daughters will be my empresses, and surely they cannot refuse this temptation.”

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