Extraordinary Sailing

Kingdom of Ilya, the capital of Viana.

at dusk.

boom! boom! ..boom! ...

Outside the inner city wall that separates the noble area from the civilian area, there is a slight chaotic roar of cannons. Gun smoke, flames, and shouts completely turned this ancient city into a chaotic battlefield.

clang--

With the ringing of the alarm bells in the city, more and more Vinaya citizens flooded the streets. Most of them were farmers who lost their livelihoods outside the city, factory workers, urban poor... Before the gate of the inner city.

Just as Isabella expected at the time, farmers and urban civilians are the main body in the third rank of the kingdom, and they are also the main force in this tyranny to overthrow the royal family.

"Personal freedom, equal rights!"

"Down with the nobles and kings!"

"The people are the masters of the country!"

The impassioned shout resounded through the small half of the city.

The fuse for everything was the baby who was found hungry outside the inner city wall a few hours ago, and this is not an isolated case. The crowd first gathered to demonstrate for this, and after a natural "ignorance", they soon turned into an armed uprising under the agitation of the people.

This can no longer go on!

At this time, no one cares. Why is the uprising launched by this group of people "hastily" because of oppression and righteous indignation. There will be a steady stream of "companions" bringing in guns, artillery, and skilled artillery who look like veterans. Teach everyone how to manipulate these weapons.

Different from the crisis-ridden New World, at least in the cities of the kingdom, it is not easy to get a high-quality musket.

Even if these civilians are not trained, they can still use the basic offensive power of these gunpowder weapons.

The level of the riot immediately rose.

however.

The towering inner city wall was a military fortification against foreign enemies before the kingdom of Ilya was born. It was extraordinarily thick and solid, with 20 24-pound artillery erected on only one side of the city wall.

This is not even the most elite guards in the kingdom and the private army trained by traditional aristocrats, and many of them are extraordinary.

It can be said that since a few years ago the royal family began to mobilize the core transcendents to shrink their own power and ensure the basics of major cities, this is where the royal family's power is most powerful.

In the face of these "mobs" overpowering the siege of the city, the guards on the walls gave them a brutal blow.

Even if civilians who have never received military training receive equipment support, how can they compete with the kingdom's most elite troops? What's more, the Guards still guarded a strong city.

However, the reality is somewhat magical, and this offensive and defensive battle was fought in a decent way.

A group of experienced veterans outside the city gate demolished the buildings near the city gate and built a qualified fortification.

The crappy civilian gunners were slowly replaced by veterans and some sturdy young men, and more and more clusters of new heavy guns that did not know where to find them were dragged over and erected behind the fortifications, and cushions were added to the city. The wood lowered the muzzle of the artillery fire.

In order to fight for freedom and not being oppressed, citizens with high fighting will still chanted "personal freedom, equal rights" and shot at the city's head, and every bit of victory would raise huge cheers in the crowd.

The fierce battle ahead is raging.

At the end of the battle line, most commercial nobles wearing hunting suits gathered here with their super attendants.

The bourgeois, who possessed all the means of production, easily achieved the leadership of the "Rebel Army" by virtue of their extraordinary power, economic strength, political talent and cultural knowledge.

Even many of the insurgents are workers in their factories. It is not realistic for them to charge into battle, but it is not a problem to wave the flag with rhythm.

Of course, it is impossible for this group of respected commercial aristocrats to come to the front line in person. The "Rebel Army" is naturally led by private soldiers they cultivated, recruited veterans, and even elite pirates under the pirate king have already joined the battle in secret.

Hearing the slogan "Freedom of the person and equal rights" is endless, everyone smiles as if they all agree with it.

Yes, all of them agree from the bottom of their hearts that this slogan, which they voted at a meeting, is indeed that everyone is born equal, but the bourgeoisie, which controls all the means of production, is even more equal!

"Your Excellency Pickman, the battle started at four o'clock in the afternoon, and it has lasted for two and a half hours. The sun is about to set, should we speed up the siege?

The citizens' resistance to the royal tyranny is just to make a look for the follow-up plans of other cities. If the war situation is left in this way, even if they are eventually defeated by the guards, it is not impossible. "

Earl Wright, with his short beard and shameless appearance, glanced at the pocket watch in his hand, and bowed slightly to a tall, thin, black-robed man next to him.

"Looking at the decay of the original breath of the ‘Raging Sea Tide’, according to normal circumstances, there should be another week to half a month, but it’s almost time to launch a general attack."

The black robe man took off his hood, revealing a pale face and pale hair.

Others can't feel it, but with the ghoul's extraordinary senses of life breath, they can clearly distinguish that the once vast but fading breath like the setting sun has stopped abruptly yesterday.

They waited patiently for another day, and there was no movement in the palace, and the "uprising" that had been brewing for a long time could no longer be restrained.

Looking back at the business aristocrats behind him, they showed regretful expressions:

"Unfortunately, you are not willing to transform yourself into a powerful ghoul."

Viscount Jerome, who was standing on the other side of him, chuckled softly:

"Hahaha, Lord Pickman! There is no such thing as a pity, everyone is a devout believer of the'Leng Li Monarch'.

You see, apart from some differences in appearance, how can we be different in essence? "

Pickman, the black-robed ghoul, was taken aback, and immediately reacted:

"Oh? That's right, it's almost the same! The same cannibalism is just a different way of eating, hahahaha..."

This group of humans may be more compatible with the [greedy] power held by the "Ghoul King" than the ghouls.

Although his words were too straightforward, the surrounding commercial aristocrats could only agree with a smile, just because he was the named monster from the hinterland of the mainland-the ghoul "sneer tunnel forager" Pickman.

The monsters in this world have different racial endowments, and there is a huge gap in strength between the same level. Therefore, for monsters that reach a certain level of harm, humans will uniformly name them, which is regarded as a recognition of their strength.

And this kind of strength also needs to be equal to the kingdom guardian strength!

There is no backstage on the way to learn the scriptures and they have been beaten to death by iron rods. The same applies here. Although living on the old continent, but backed by a demigod, Pickman's life is still very moist.

Today, the ghouls will become the new masters of this land and humanity!

The black-robed ghoul raised his head, the heavy and powerful aura of Tier 4 has covered most of the inner city, and it is also pressing against the hearts of the guards, chest tightness, heart palpitations, cold sweat...The fighting power was immediately knocked out. Mostly.

This is not only an assist for oneself, but also another temptation after confirming that the kingdom's guardian breath has disappeared.

Take this opportunity.

The rebels, who had been suppressed and somewhat unable to raise their heads, launched a counterattack unaffected.

Another half an hour later, when the sky was already dark.

With a loud bang, the dust rose.

"Oh!"

"The city is broken!"

"Fuck! Don't let the king and those nobles run away!"

No order is needed, a large number of "insurgents" have swarmed into the inner city from the gap.

The titled monster "the mocking tunnel forager" Pickman said to himself:

"That old thing looks like it really doesn't work anymore."

He raised his head and glanced at the dim sky above:

"However, it doesn't really matter."

As one of the chieftains, Viscount Jerome held up a blood-red scripture with vigor:

"Your Excellency Pickman has worked hard, gentlemen, let's follow along."

With a big wave of his hand, a group of moss from the cemetery grew on the body in the dark, and powerful ghouls filed out.

Jerome, who himself was just a crappy wizard apprentice, relied on the "Ghoul Ceremony" bestowed by Mordiggian, the ‘ghostly god’, to command the numerous ghoul legions.

In particular, this trump card, the total number of "Mosskin Corpse Hunters" troops amounting to two hundred, each ghoul is equivalent to a second-order supernatural existence, just like the siege hammer in Jerome's hand. Break all obstacles for him.

And a large number of military human transcendents who had previously been hidden followed Wright.

Obviously, this new class that is about to reap the fruits of victory also has distinct factions.

Step on.. step on.. step on..

When a group of hundreds of people walked into the inner city, it had turned into a **** of blood and fire.

How could there be civilization at the time of armed riots, the "insurgents" immediately transformed into thugs, burned, killed and looted without a teacher.

"No! Help!"

"I don't want your tenants anymore."

"..."

In addition to the hunters arranged by the commercial aristocracy in advance, even if the real insurgents arrived here, they had already forgotten the original intention of "personal freedom and equal rights". While looting, they burned all the land deeds in the aristocratic residences. .

Viana's night sky was almost stained with blood.

The large troops led by the titled monsters, Earl Wright, and Viscount Jerome did not rush into the palace in the slightest.

However, they followed the breath of the creatures all the way to the illuminated palace main hall, and they did not encounter a guard. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Bang--

The palace gate was slammed open.

In the spacious main hall, Enrique II, the king, stood with a gold scepter in his hand. Standing high on the throne was an old man with white hair and thin body who knew no one.

The only two people in the hall looked at these uninvited guests at the same time.

Although he was so old and skinny, the cold light in the old man's eyes was like two sharp swords, stinging everyone here, and finally his eyes fell on Pickman the ghoul:

"Is it you who have been hiding secretly as their backer? Now I am finally willing to take the initiative to jump out? It won't be wasting my remaining days of life.

As long as you get rid of, the rest is just the clown.

Now that the situation is at this point, even if these offspring are stupid, but as long as they are willing to pay the price, they should still be able to keep the throne. "

While talking, the shielding talisman on the neck was crushed.