Small Holy Nation, Town Hall.
Zhao Lin sat on the throne while the officials stood on both sides of him. However, the atmosphere in the Town Hall was extremely heavy, and there was a silent fear slowly spreading in the hall.
"Report!"
A little eunuch rushed into the Town Hall in a panic, holding a bloodstained letter with both hands, and knelt in front of Zhao Lin.
"According to the battle report from the frontline, Ao Lai's million-strong army has conquered half of the cities in the Small Holy Nation. The 300,000 soldiers at the frontline have all died, and we have no soldiers left. In less than three days, Ao Lai's million-strong army will invade the capital. Your Majesty, please make a decision quickly."
Bang!
Zhao Lin suddenly slammed the table, and his face was a little distorted. He quickly took the battle report from the frontline and read it with a gloomy face.
After dozens of breaths, Zhao Lin's body was trembling, and the battle report in his hand fell to the ground. His whole body went limp on the throne.
"Damn it, damn it, how dare Ao Lai … how dare they?" Zhao Lin roared, but there was a look of despair in his eyes.
It was no wonder that Zhao Lin was so agitated. He had just ascended the throne, and his beautiful life as an emperor had just begun. However, in the face of Ao Lai's million-strong army, he couldn't do anything at all.
When Zhao Gou was still alive, he fought in the Ten Nations Battlefield and was even given the title of Iron Blood Emperor. He was known as the tyrant of the generation, and wherever he went, he would leave nothing behind.
Under Zhao Gou's leadership, the Small Holy Nation had a strong army, and even Ao Lai didn't dare to be too presumptuous.
However, after Zhao Gou's death, there was a great turmoil in the Small Holy Nation. All the warlords were doing their own things, and the princes were fighting for the throne, which brought great turmoil to the Small Holy Nation. At this moment, there were many things waiting to be done.
The 300,000 soldiers at the frontline had died, and Zhao Lin had no soldiers left. He was probably going to be the last emperor of the Small Holy Nation, but this emperor was going to be a fallen emperor.
"Your Majesty, Ao Lai's million-strong army is bearing down on us. We have no choice but to give up on the capital city. Let's run for our lives," one of the officials said in a trembling voice.
"Your Majesty, where there's life, there's hope. Only by giving up the capital can we have a chance to make a comeback." Another official also advised in a trembling voice.
Humans didn't want to die, let alone the ministers of a small Holy Kingdom.
Everyone knew that the sun was setting on the Minor Saint Kingdom. When the million-strong army arrived, this so-called Minor Saint Kingdom would no longer exist in this world.
Like a stone that caused a thousand ripples, all sorts of persuading voices rang out, causing the entire Discussion Hall to become as noisy as a market.
"I'm not dead yet, all of you shut up."
Suddenly, Zhao Lin angrily roared. His face was extremely ashen, and it caused the officials to fall silent. However, all of their faces were pale. It was obvious that they were extremely terrified at the thought of their country being destroyed.
"Remember this, I, Zhao Lin, am the emperor of a country. Even if I die, I won't run away from the capital. If you're afraid, then piss off. Even if I die, I'll protect this last inch of my country." Zhao Lin's face was hideous, his eyes were bloodshot.
Looking at Zhao Lin's hideous face, one of the ministers said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, if you want to make a comeback …"
"Make a comeback?"
Zhao Lin roared ferociously, directly interrupting the official's words. "How do you expect me to make a comeback?"
"A million-strong army, that's a million-strong army. Even when my father was still alive, he didn't dare to say that he could stop this war. Even if I take my family and run away from the capital, I can only wander around in the future. How can I have a chance to make a comeback?"
Zhao Lin was already going crazy as he roared at the ministers. He knew very well that he didn't have a shred of hope.
Ao Lai started this war. They could spare anyone's life, but they wouldn't spare the Zhao Clan. Because they were the royal family, they represented the entire Little Holy Empire.
If they didn't kill Zhao Lin, how could Ao Lai let this go?
Since ancient times, in any war that destroyed a country, the emperor must die. This was an iron law that had never been changed. Even if he took the Zhao Clan and ran away from the capital, they would only be hunted down endlessly in the future. The only result was still death.
"I've made up my mind. Even if I become the emperor of a destroyed country, I will live and die with the Little Holy Empire."
"You can all leave."
Zhao Lin waved his hand, causing the expressions of the officials to change slightly. However, they couldn't say anything and all left the Discussion Hall. However, some of the officials had already packed up their belongings and prepared carriages to leave the capital.
Obviously, in the face of life and death, these ministers could only throw away their so-called loyalty. They didn't want to die with Zhao Lin.
Inside the Imperial Palace.
Zhao Lin sat on the throne with Empress Li beside him. Many of his sons knelt beside Zhao Lin. Traces of tears could be seen on their faces.
"What are you crying for?"
"You are all descendants of the Zhao Clan. The Little Holy Empire is the foundation of the Zhao Clan. Even if we die, the Zhao Clan will protect this last inch of our country. We can't let outsiders laugh at the Zhao Clan."
Zhao Lin's dignified and angry rebuke caused many of his sons to stop crying. They didn't dare to show their weak side in front of Zhao Lin.
"Your Majesty, I'm not afraid of death. It's just that Long 'er and the others are all your sons. In this disaster, I hope Your Majesty can preserve the last trace of the Zhao Clan's bloodline." Empress Li begged sorrowfully.
"Annihilation of a country? The Zhao Clan's bloodline? "
Suddenly, Zhao Lin murmured. His breathing froze at this moment because Empress Li's words reminded him of his father Zhao Gou's last words.
"All descendants of the Zhao Clan will never step into the forbidden area unless it's a disaster!"
Zhao Lin was muttering to himself. A flush of red appeared on his face. His body was trembling at this moment. Under Empress Li's shocked gaze, he abruptly got up from the emperor's throne and ran towards the imperial garden as if he had gone mad.
"Quick, follow Your Majesty!" Empress Li shouted in panic.
At the end of the Imperial Garden.
The blood-red stone tablet was rooted here.
The bloody words were very eye-catching. When Empress Li and the others arrived, they only saw Zhao Lin kneeling in front of the blood-red stone tablet. He was madly kowtowing towards the forbidden area.
"Junior Zhao Lin is the current ruler of the Little Holy Empire. Ao Lai's millions of soldiers are pressing on our borders. Our Little Holy Empire is facing a disaster. If there really is a secret of the Zhao Clan in the forbidden area …"
Zhao Lin seemed to have fallen into madness. He kept saying something to the forbidden area. He kept kowtowing, but he didn't get any response.
"Your Majesty!"
Looking at Zhao Lin's bleeding forehead, Empress Li couldn't bear it. She quickly walked to Zhao Lin and said, "Your Majesty, get up quickly. If there really is a secret of the Little Holy Empire in the forbidden area, my father would have told his descendants before he died."
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