"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
More than a dozen Magic Crystal Cannons continuously bombarded the Protective Light Shield above the Imperial City. It was only on the evening of the second day that the Protective Light Shield finally exploded when the last Light Bullet that was filled with flames smashed down.
In an instant, the Berserker Legion formed by tens of thousands of Berserkers surged into the Imperial City like a flood. Even though the Imperial Guards were the most elite army of the Empire, they were defeated in less than ten minutes when they faced the Berserker Legion head-on. The Berserkers broke through their defense line and rushed straight to the Emperor's palace, the Throne Room.
However, when they arrived at the throne room, there was only a group of eunuchs, maids, and a substitute wearing a dragon robe. There was no trace of Yang Baiyu. After interrogation, it was found that Yang Baiyu had secretly escaped with a large amount of treasures through a secret passage last night.
Although they were unable to capture Yang Baiyu in the end, the battle was finally over.
In just six days, they had destroyed the imperial power of an empire. Although this was nothing to brag about for the sects, it was extremely shocking and horrifying for the other empires at the same level.
It was not hard for them to believe that if the Berserker Army wanted to attack any of their empires, they would be completely destroyed in less than half a month, just like the imperial power of the Yang Clan.
The Berserker Army also used its absolute strength to intimidate all the feudal nobles and warlords in the Sky-Flame Empire and established a unique centralization of power. However, this centralization of power was not monopolized by the imperial power, which was above one person and below tens of thousands of people. Instead, it was a different ruling system.
The centralization of power was made up of Da Meng, An Sen, Uncle Xiong, Da Qiang, and other senior figures of the Storm Territory. If there were any important decisions, they would have to vote to pass the system.
Although this new ruling system shocked many empires in the Firmament and Continent, everyone knew that the real controller behind this centralization of power was Long Bufan of Ling Xuanwu Province.
The Storm Territory's sudden attack on the Imperial City was also recorded in the history of the Firmament and Continent by the empires.
Of course, the chroniclers did not mention the founder of the Storm Territory. They only wrote a simple line in a more obscure way: a member of the Dragon Clan of a sect.
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A few days later, with a gust of cold wind, the Firmament and Continent officially entered the cold winter season.
Snowflakes fluttered in the air, and gusts of cold wind blew, as if it wanted to drill into people's bones. In this sudden change of cold weather, every household raised a heater, and sat around the kang to eat mutton hotpot to keep warm.
At this moment, in the Northern Region of the Firmament and Continent, in the Imperial City of the Star Luo Empire, which bordered the Heavenly Flame Empire, there was a secret stronghold set up by the Clan of Wu, the Wu Gate Inn.
Although it was called a secret stronghold, everyone knew that the Wu Gate Inn was a stronghold set up by the assassin clan, the Wu Clan. It was usually used to accept missions. The people who came in and out of this place were not leisure people who came to this inn to eat and rest. They were all employers who wanted to take people's lives.
The Clan of Wu was the most powerful assassin family in the Firmament and Continent. They had almost never failed in their assassination missions. Therefore, even though the fees here were very expensive, many employers still came because of its reputation.
At this moment, in a secret compartment in the inn, two men in brocade robes were sitting face to face.
On the sandalwood table in front of them were five plates of exquisite pastries, a jug of rare wine, and even various fruits that were rarely seen in this cold winter.
All these showed that the Wu Gate Inn treated its employers with impeccable courtesy.
The middle-aged man sitting on the outside was the manager of the Wu Gate Inn. He was in charge of contacting employers, obtaining information, analyzing the strength and influence of the assassin, and then passing it to a suitable assassin from the Clan of Wu.
If the target was weak, they would choose some newbies to accumulate assassination experience. If the target was a strong expert, they would naturally send an experienced and strong assassin. Of course, the latter would cost much more.
The man sitting on the inside of the table was Yang Baiyu, who had escaped from the Imperial City. At this moment, he had taken off his dragon robe and put on a slightly ordinary brocade robe. He looked a little haggard, but his eyes were full of anger and hatred, as well as undisguised cold killing intent.
"Excuse me, sir, who do you want us to assassinate? What's his name? " The manager of the Wu Gate Inn asked indifferently. He was not surprised by Yang Baiyu's resentful eyes, because most of the people who could come here had the same expression as him.
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