"Cyril, how long will you hide from my granddaughter?"

As soon as the eldest princess Modai's voice left, an old voice came into the ears of His Majesty the Emperor of the Slan Empire.

"Ah! Father! Why haven't you left yet?"

Cyril was stunned to see the old emperor Mayazo, who should have left with the princes and princesses, appear on the balcony and look at him.

"You haven't left, how could I leave with confidence? Humph, I know my son better than my father. What are your ideas? Don't think I don't know!"

The old emperor obviously had something in his words, and he suddenly sighed and said, "Cyril! Are you really going to do this?"

The balcony was silent, with only the breathing of two generations of emperors and the inner palace chief.

"Yes! Father, you have taught us since childhood that the empire is a chess game, and everyone is a chess piece on it, and you can do whatever you want, but the emperor of the empire is not a chess player, but a piece on the chess board. There is only one real chess player, and that is fate!"

His Majesty Cyril suddenly spoke and broke the silence and said in a bitter tone.

Everyone, even the prince who was eliminated in the previous generation, only saw the supremacy of imperial power, but did not know that the emperor of an empire was still a chess piece on the chessboard.

Now, it is time for him, the pawn, to make a choice.

"Cyril! I did not choose the wrong one! That's right, everyone is a pawn, and you and I are no exception."

The old emperor Mayazo took a deep breath, as if he had understood Cyril's thoughts, but his heart was very heavy.

"What the empire needs is time. Only in this way can I buy as much time as possible for the children. I, Cyril, Saint Slan, have no regrets!"

Somewhere else, a surge of strength came up, Cyril suddenly stood up from the chair, took two steps, supported the rock railing on the balcony with both hands, took a deep breath, and nodded vigorously at the previous generation of Slan Empire emperors.

This qualified black-bellied emperor is not only cruel to his enemies, but also to himself. He can not only sacrifice others as pawns without hesitation, but also to himself.

Even the eldest princess Modai and the ministers in the court would not have thought that His Majesty the Emperor would be so hard-hearted.

Every generation of emperors in the Slan Empire is so full of wolfishness that no opponent can compromise.

"Are your heir chosen?"

The old emperor's tone was very calm, as if he was asking something very ordinary.

Fan Si, the chief supervisor of the inner palace who was accompanying the side, shook his whole body and then lowered his head to prevent the two emperors from seeing their red eyes and tears. His shoulders trembled slightly, and he endured the sadness in his heart.

His Majesty the Old Emperor talked about successors with His Majesty Cyril, who was in his prime but was premature. This is definitely not a good thing for an empire, especially for him, the chief supervisor of the inner palace.

"No. Survival of the world, the wolf cubs will choose the strongest wolf king."

As if he had not seen Fans sobbing silently beside him, His Majesty Cyril smiled, not seemingly troubled by this.

His next sentence made General Fans, who was full of tears, raise his head in shock.

"If the final winner is Vibrun, I will admit it too!"

If outsiders knew that the current emperor of the Slan Empire had such an idea, his chin would probably be broken.

For Cyril, although the fourth prince Vibrun was plotting against the enemy, he still had the blood of the Slan royal family. If he could defeat other princes and become the new emperor of the Slan Empire, then the master of this empire was still the royal family.

As for whether it is a rebellion, it is no longer important at this time.

"Hahahahahahahaha! Very good, Cyril, you can think like this. It seems that it is better than I thought. Yes, let these wolf cubs fight for it themselves. The Slan Empire only needs the strongest wolf king, which is enough."

The old emperor Mayazo suddenly burst into laughter, and even tears flowed out.

His Majesty Cyril leaned against the balcony railing with a calm and calm look on his face.

To maintain the prosperity of an empire, emperors of all dynasties have exhausted their efforts and almost exhausted their efforts. Their scheming is simply beyond imagination.

The roar of dragons came from Changguan City, and several giant dragons dragged thick and short black objects, flapped their wings and slowly rose to the sky.

Those ton-class bombs with black appearance are the last batch of finished products that have not been resumed for production by Dragoon Magic Industry's ammunition workshop. They are the most powerful killer, the "daisy cutter" produced by the ammunition workshop.

The 1,000 kg charge is known as a micro-nuclear bomb, and it can easily sweep everything within the kill radius.

"Look, the dragon knights of the empire and their mount partners, they are going to bomb the rebels! I hope those Cangyao heavy knights can enjoy this gift."

His Majesty Cyril, who suddenly put down a big stone in his heart, pointed at the sky in the distance, and introduced the actions that the Royal Dragon Cavalry Legion had just started to carry out for his father and the old emperor His Majesty Mayazo.

"They will definitely like it!"

After abdicating, the old emperor Mayazo seemed to have become an optimist and waved to the sky from afar.

The sharp-eyed dragon knights immediately noticed that the two new and old emperors were looking at them. They immediately stabilized their dragon companions and beat their chests hard in the direction of the two emperors to show their respect.

The originally very lively workshop area of ​​the dragon magic industry has become very deserted. It is not because the frontline situation takes a sharp turn and moves ahead of schedule. Instead, after completing most of the basic process, various departments centered on the mass production project of "Shenglong" were originally going to move to the "guillotine" foundation in the mountainous area of ​​the northern empire.

"This is the last batch of standard containers. The next batch will start with the Alchemist team. Lei Wen. Be careful on the way. The enemy has an unknown number of air cavalry troops!"

Seeing the angular standard containers rising into the air and landing steadily on the specially rebuilt cargo tray area on the back of Xuan Yuhuang Star, Qi Fei gestured to the sky, and the monster replied with a low roar.

This tacit understanding is based on hundreds of transportation tasks. This monster is as unconventional as the foodie dragon. As long as it is given a stutter, any woman around Lin Mo can use them.

Even though the Xuanyu Huangxing clan has an amazing appetite, with the support of the royal family and many rich profit points, the Dragoon Magic Industry can barely support such a huge creature.

"Roar!"

The chaotic airflow fell from the sky, and Qi Fei hurriedly covered her mouth and nose, turned around and looked around.

A hideous dragon that shook its head and tail was slowly putting away its cold scales and jumping off its back a knight in black heavy armor.
Chapter completed!