Chapter 25 The Conqueror [1]

The conqueror, a big man with this title, is 24 people in history. And these guys are all emperors, kings and kings. And so on, it looks extremely powerful and is the supreme ruler of the world. We can't understand the process of conquest, but it is obvious that most people are not so happy when they get this title.

The executioner can almost be equated with the conqueror. The only difference is that the title of conqueror sounds more domineering and kingly, while the executioner is too bloody. Simply put, the conqueror is synonymous with the butcher.

Tiger House is now a conqueror. He is a butcher, a hateful murderer, a demon king, a beast, and an asshole. But who can do anything about him?

The two power leaders of the Kingdom of Noelland all died under a series of plans.

In fact, there are countless ways that may make Henry VIII and Saka Delan not die, but as long as there is a possibility for them to die, it is enough. This is the relationship between one and infinity. What Tiger House wants is only that one. As for infinity, who cares?

If Saka Delan is not so stubborn and Henry VIII is not so happy, then no one will take advantage of their human weaknesses to do something. But the result is such a crushing. Their defects and shabby personalities make them fall into a pool of their own blood.

No one can save a person who has always wanted to die, and no one can. It's so simple.

"Hey! I think we can talk about it!!"

A garrison commander of the Norland City Defense Army claims to have a high close relationship with the royal family. It is said that his sister is also a favorite concubine of His Majesty. But now, those noble men don't care what kind of bullshit you are. What they want is the capital to live. Now, this capital is in the hands of your hateful garrison commander.

"I said, what's your name? Ah, let me see, Spark Christian? What a good name. Well, it turns out that you are the younger brother of Her Royal Highness Princess Alice? What a delicate little guy. Well, he is only 19 years old? What a surprise. Well, let's get to the topic. Sir, you may think that we are just a group of uncultured bad leaders who disturb your dreams on such a cold morning. However, I have to remind you that there is a wolf-like army, not far away, 30 kilometers away from our big city, they are about to attack our city. This The capital!! Do you know what this means? It means that we will soon be destroyed.

This is a count, an old man. The goatee is more meticulous than Henry VIII. He even put on a rare dress.

"What do you mean?"

Poor little guy, the boy named Spark Christian seemed to know the current situation and asked in a low voice.

"Well, sir, we need your help. Take your army and let's get out of the city."

"What?! Do you want me to fight?! There is no door!! I'm not going to die!! Never!!"

The count glanced at it contemptuously, and then smiled, "Ah, obviously, we are not so cruel. Well, we are here. I hope you can tell the great general that we can maintain a little restraint, or, to put it mildly, we can not resist, and then invite them to come into the city and have a good time.

"Are you going to surrender?!"

Sbak Christian understands.

But why did you find him?

Okay...

"What?! Does it mean that if I surrender this time, I will be the leader and the mastermind? Conscience of heaven and earth, I'm just a 19-year-old little guy!! I only have 30 hours to sit in the city defense commander!! Oh, my God, I'm resigning!! This is a damn conspiracy!!"

A fool will also realize it. What's more, if he is still a shameful fool, he will fight for his poor self-esteem for 30 seconds.

Then there will be peace in the world.

"Well, sir, if you don't want to meet the great gods at this time, I think you will have a good choice!!"

The old count tilted his head and motioned to the tall and strong soldier behind him, who was the top guard and picked up the boy. In front of them, the defense commander of the city is a lamb that can be slaughtered at any time.

"I will be a scapegoat, right?" Spark Christian lowered his head and asked in a low voice in pain.

"Don't be so pessimistic. At least after things are done, you will have a good fortune. Take your beautiful sister and disappear in this frightening land. The barbarians will occupy here soon, but we each take what we need, don't we? At least you are still alive, and we have to make a little effort for our wealth.

"Guard!!!"

The old count gave orders like a king. In this era, all the conspiracies and tricks are so fucking beautiful that everything is prepared for the bad guys.

At least that's what it looks like.

If there is really God, Spark Christian, a little bastard, can't wait to kick God's dick. That bastard should go to hell and let the devil rule heaven!!

The little guy roared so much in his heart.

"We will wait for a good news."

The old count smiled and didn't care about Spark's resentful eyes at all. At the same time, his friends all smiled badly, and at least things began to look good.

The only thing to be solved should be the crazy energy of those crazy people. They must be stopped, otherwise the land will soon become a piece of scorched earth.

It is really unacceptable for this city with a population of more than 800,000 to disappear on the horizon like this.

They thought those barbarians would do that.

It can be imagined that ignorance is so simple.

There is the name of the conqueror, but Tiger House, but the person who took the name back is these soldiers.

Shahili came here with his army and saw only a group of weak lambs, and he needed a little comfort. So an army came, which looked like wolves in the territory of resistance, which made Sahili excited. The hot-blooded man came here, didn't he?

But it's a pity that this is a group of castrated wolves. Men are like seedless waste, saying something weakly there. Finally, they know that they actually surrendered in such a stiff northern Viking language.

God... Is this the only value?

Sbak Christian feels very stupid.

However, the enemy was so powerful that he even felt that this might be a powerful army from another world. They should be from the demon world. Spark thought so at that time.

Then a giant came to him and looked down at him. He was an extremely strong warrior. At least Spark thought that this might be the strongest warrior in the world. Of course, if he had seen Tiger House, he would immediately change this view.

There is also a taller tare-or-head as an entourage. This army must be invincible. At this point, it seems that Spark was right. Lord Sachley's eyes drooped a little. He never thought that this little head was actually the highest military commander of the last resistance force. Looking at a legion with a strict military appearance, yes, there was only one legion here. This is the only amount that the old count and they are allowed to bring out. It's more or less just a consolation award, and it didn't let the idiot Spark come alone.

However, Spark Christian, who thought he was dead, was a little surprised that the other party did not kill him. This is really God's blessing. The poor man even felt that he would work from time to time. So there is no need to remind you of the shame of surrender or something. He knows it's a shame, but he's just happy. Who can do anything to him?

I'm cheap, I'd love to. Do you care?

Spark Christian thought to himself that he even felt that this powerful warrior should bring him glory and wealth. He was even going to sell his princess sister, at least that sister was still very beautiful. This country is doomed, and there is no hope at all.

At the end, Spark had to repay the old count who threatened him, so he began his first slander in life. Although he looked like a little idiot to Sachiley, Sachiley liked the feeling of taking advantage of others. Originally, he thought there was no reason to kill those big ones. As for the nobles, now, there is a chance.

So, he gave this opportunity to the little guy, Spark Christian, who had a good reputation, that is, to kill a group of people first of the big men in the city.

Lord Sahili gave him 500 people. The elite of this brigade is not inferior to the most powerful Guards. It seems that it will be a big vote this time. A conqueror must have the momentum of a conqueror. So Spark had to let Lord Sahili know that he was loyal, especially now...

The curses in the city can't wait to kill this little bastard.

"Damn!! You bitch, bitch!! Spark, you will go to hell together!!!"

"Much!! Damn bastard!! You will go to hell!! Absolutely!! Go to hell!!"

Sbak shrugged his shoulders. He was happy to send those old people to hell, so he curled his lips and said lightly, "Go to hell? Well, yes, I already have that awareness. However, you go and help me prepare the room first!!"

He patted the old count in the face, and Spark felt that he had never been so powerful before.

But all this is just for a conqueror, but what is that?