Kingdom of Ilia, capital of Viana.
In the evening.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Outside the inner city wall that separated the noble district from the civilian district, the slightly messy sound of cannons continued to rumble. Smoke, flames, and shouts turned the ancient city into a chaotic battlefield.
Clang!
As the alarm in the city rang, more and more citizens of Viana flooded the streets. Most of them were farmers who had lost their livelihoods outside the city, factory workers, and the urban poor. They held all kinds of weapons and gathered in front of the inner city gate.
Just as Isabella had predicted, farmers and civilians were the main force in the third class of the kingdom. They were also the main force that sought to overthrow the tyranny of the royal family.
"Personal freedom, equal rights!"
"Down with the nobles and the king!"
"The people are the masters of the country!"
Impassioned shouts resounded through half of the city.
The fuse for all of this was the young starving corpse that was found outside the inner city wall a few hours ago. This was not the only case. The crowd first gathered to demonstrate, and after experiencing the natural "indifference," it quickly turned into an armed uprising under the instigation of some people with ulterior motives.
It could not go on like this!
At this time, no one cared why their "companions" would continuously get firearms, cannons, and skilled gunners who looked like veterans to teach them how to operate these weapons.
Unlike the New World that was full of danger, at least in the city of the kingdom, it was very difficult to even get a high-quality firearm.
Even if these civilians were not trained, they could still use the basic attack power of these firearms.
The level of the uprising immediately rose.
However.
The towering inner city wall was a military fortification used to defend against foreign enemies before the rise of the Ilia Kingdom. It was especially thick and sturdy. Just one side of the wall had 20 24-pound cannons.
This did not include the kingdom's most elite guards and the well-trained private army of the traditional nobles, as well as the numerous Extraordinaires among them.
It could be said that since the royal family began to withdraw their core Extraordinaires a few years ago to shrink their own forces and protect the main city, this was the place where the royal family's forces were the strongest.
In the face of these "rioters" who overestimated themselves and attacked the city, the guards on the city wall mercilessly gave them a heavy blow.
Even if the civilians who had never received military training had the support of equipment, how could they fight against the most elite troops of the kingdom? Moreover, the Imperial Guards were guarding a strong city.
However, the reality was a little magical. This offensive and defensive battle was actually fought in a decent manner.
Outside the city gate, a group of experienced veterans demolished the buildings near the city gate and built a qualified defensive fortification.
The lousy civilian cannoneers were slowly replaced by veterans and some sturdy young men. Also, more and more new heavy cannons that were found out of nowhere were dragged over and set up behind the fortifications to shoot at the cannons on the city wall that had been installed with wooden pads to lower the muzzles.
In order to fight for freedom and not be oppressed, the citizens with high fighting spirit were still shouting, "Freedom, equal rights!" They kept firing at the top of the city wall. Every time they achieved a small victory, there would be huge cheers from the crowd.
A fierce battle was going on ahead.
At the back of the battlefront, most of the nobles in hunting attire gathered here with their super attendants.
The capitalists, who controlled all the means of production, easily obtained the leadership of the "rebel army" with their extraordinary power, economic strength, political talent, and cultural knowledge.
Many of the rebels were even workers in their factories. It was unrealistic for them to charge into the frontlines, but it was not a problem for them to wave flags and shout and lead the rhythm.
Of course, it was impossible for this group of pampered business nobles to go to the frontlines in person. The "rebel army" was naturally led by the private soldiers they had trained and the veterans they had recruited. Even the elite pirates under the Pirate King had secretly joined the battle.
Hearing the slogans of "personal freedom, equal rights" from the front, everyone had a smile on their faces, as if they were all in agreement.
Yes, all of them agreed from the bottom of their hearts that this slogan, which was voted by them at a meeting, was indeed equal. However, the capitalist class, who controlled all the means of production, was even more equal!
"Your Excellency Pickman, the battle started at four o 'clock in the afternoon and has lasted for two and a half hours. The sun is about to set. Shouldn't we speed up the siege?
The resistance of the citizens against the royal family's tyranny is just for the sake of the follow-up plans of the other cities. If we let the battle develop like this, it's not impossible for them to be defeated by the royal guards in the end. "
Count Wright, who had a short beard and an unattractive appearance, glanced at the pocket watch in his hand and slightly bowed to a tall and thin man in a black robe next to him.
"Judging from the decline of the Raging Tide's aura, it should still take a week to half a month. However, it's about time for us to launch the general attack."
The man in the black robe took off his hood, revealing a pale face and pale white hair.
Others could not sense it, but with the ghouls' extraordinary senses for life auras, they could clearly tell that the aura, which was once extremely vast but was gradually declining like the setting sun, had suddenly stopped yesterday.
They waited patiently for another day, but there was still no movement from the royal palace. The "rebellion" that had been brewing for a long time could no longer be suppressed.
He turned around and looked at the nobles behind him with a regretful expression.
"Unfortunately, none of you are willing to turn yourselves into powerful ghouls."
Viscount Zerom, who was standing on his other side, chuckled softly.
"Hahaha, Your Excellency Pikeman! There's nothing to feel regretful about. We are all devout believers of the Icy Monarch.
You see, other than our appearances being somewhat different, how can we be different in essence? "
The black-robed ghoul, Pikeman, was slightly taken aback before he immediately reacted.
"Oh? That's right, there's no difference at all! We still eat humans, but in a different way. Hahahaha … "
These humans might be more compatible with the authority of the King of Ghouls' [Greed] than ghouls.
Although his words were too straightforward, the business nobles around him could only smile and go along with him. This was because he was the titular monster from the hinterland of the continent — the ghoul "Mocking Tunnel Forager" Pikeman.
The monsters in this world had different racial talents, so there was a huge difference in strength between monsters of the same level. Therefore, when monsters of a certain level reached a certain level of danger, humans would uniformly give them titles as a form of recognition of their strength.
And this strength had to be at least on par with the Kingdom Guardian!
Those who did not have a backer on the way to the Buddhist scriptures had already been beaten to death. It was the same here. Although he lived in the Old Continent, with a demigod backing him, Pikeman's days were still very comfortable.
Today, the Sky Ghouls would become the new masters of this land and humans!
The black-robed ghoul raised his head. The heavy and powerful Stage 4 aura had already covered half of the inner city. It also pressed down on the hearts of the city guards. Their chests tightened, their hearts palpitated, and they broke out in cold sweat … Their combat strength was immediately reduced by more than half.
This was not only to assist their own side, but also another test after confirming that the Kingdom Guardian's aura had disappeared.
Taking advantage of this opportunity.
The Rebellion Army, who had been suppressed to the point of being unable to raise their heads, launched a counterattack without being affected at all.
Another half an hour later, when the sky had already turned dark.
Along with a loud bang, dust flew everywhere.
"Oh!"
"The city has been breached!"
"Charge! Don't let the king and the nobles escape! "
Without needing any orders, a large number of "Rebellion Army" had already swarmed into the inner city through the breach.
The titular monster, "Mocking Tunnel Forager" Pickman, muttered to himself.
"Looks like that old thing is really on the verge of death."
He raised his head and looked at the dark sky above him.
"But, it doesn't matter."
As one of the leaders, Viscount Zerom held up a blood-red scripture in high spirits.
"Thank you for your hard work, Viscount Pickman. Gentlemen, let's follow them."
With a wave of his hand, a group of powerful ghouls covered in moss from the graveyard filed out from the darkness.
Zerom, who was just a lousy wizard apprentice, relied on the "Ghoul Ritual" bestowed by the God of Ghastly Bones, Mordigian, to command the large number of ghouls.
Especially this trump card, the "Moss Ghoul Hunters", which had a total of 200 members. Every ghoul was a powerful existence equivalent to a Stage 2 Transcendent. Just like the battering ram in Zerom's hand, they could smash all obstacles for him.
As for the large number of military Transcendents who had previously hidden themselves, they followed behind Wright.
Clearly, this new class that was about to pluck the fruits of victory was divided into factions.
Thud … Thud … Thud …
When the group of hundreds of people entered the inner city, it had already turned into a bloody hell.
How could there be any civilization in an armed rebellion? The "rebels" immediately turned into thugs, who knew how to burn, kill, and loot without a teacher.
"No! Help! "
"I don't want your rent anymore."
“.....”
Except for the hunters that the business nobles arranged in advance, even the real insurrectionists had long forgotten their original intention of "personal freedom and equal rights" when they came here. While they looted, they also burned all the land deeds in the nobles' mansions.
The night sky of Viana was almost dyed red.
The troops led by the titular monster, Count Wright, and Viscount Zerom didn't hesitate to charge into the palace.
However, they followed the scent of living creatures all the way to the brightly lit main hall of the palace, and they didn't meet a single guard.
Bang!
The gate of the palace was suddenly pushed open.
In the spacious main hall, the king, Enrique II, stood below with a golden scepter in his hand. Sitting high on the throne was a white-haired, skinny old man that no one recognized.
Only two people in the hall looked at the group of uninvited guests at the same time.
Although the old man was only skin and bones, the cold light in his eyes was like two sharp swords, stabbing everyone in the hall. Finally, his gaze landed on Pikeman the ghoul.
"Are you the one who has been hiding in the dark and acting as their backer? Now, you're finally willing to jump out on your own initiative? It's not a waste of my remaining few days of life.
As long as I get rid of you, the rest are just clowns.
Since the situation has reached this point, no matter how stupid these descendants are, as long as they're willing to pay the price, they should be able to keep the throne. "
As he spoke, he had already crushed the shield amulet on his neck.
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