Divine Kingship

Chapter 580 We were ready to fight to the death, why did Your Majesty surrender first?

Land received further news that in other regions of the Kingdom of Bolen, defeated nobles had regrouped their troops and were coming to support the royal city.

But Rand didn't care about that.

Rand has decided to launch a final offensive.

Meanwhile, the new king in the palace was already preparing to flee.

Rand hadn't considered this at all, nor did he know it.

Because almost none of the kings he had ever met were the type to flee during a battle to defend the capital.

This includes the old king of the Kingdom of Bologna.

The old king, the previous king, and the current king Marcus of the Frostmoon Kingdom will not run away.

The White King, Berlan, will not run away.

Only the king of the Takagi Kingdom fled during the Orc War, but at that time the Takagi Kingdom did need the royal family to regroup the army and launch a counterattack.

Now, if the Kingdom of Bolun loses its last piece of land, this magnificent royal city...

In Rand's eyes, the Kingdom of Bolen was doomed.

Although the Kingdom of Bolun still has some islands overseas, these islands will not be able to sustain the existence of the Kingdom of Bolun.

Now, all Rand needs to do is focus on conquering the city in front of him.

As for the pressure from the Southern Kingdom, or even its attack... these are issues that Rand doesn't need to consider.

It is highly unlikely that the Southern Kingdom would make a real decision to attack the Frostmoon Kingdom.

Even if they did make such a decision, by the time they assembled their army and took action, the capital of the Kingdom of Bolun would already be on the verge of falling.

In the history of this world, there are magnificent cities like the capital of the Kingdom of Bologna.

Even when surrounded, there is historical evidence that they managed to hold out for several years.

The capital city of the Kingdom of Bolun is not truly besieged yet, as it still has a port connecting it to the outside world.

Although they were caught off guard and surrounded by the army of the Frostmoon Kingdom.

But at the beginning.

In the judgment of the nobles of the Frostmoon Kingdom, in the judgment of the other southern kingdoms, in the judgment of the northern united kingdoms, and in the judgment of the Kingdom of Bolun itself.

The Kingdom of Bolun can defend itself for at least six months.

At least at the beginning, when Rand saw the magnificent city of Bolen standing on the coast, he did not expect that less than a season would have passed.

He was already prepared to breach this seemingly impregnable city.

Rand and Marcus moved to the front of the line.

Soldiers and knights kept rushing forward from behind Rand and Marcus.

Rand glanced at Berlan beside him and then at Karin.

Yes, since it seems like today is the final offensive, Karin has also come to Rand's side.

Karin came specifically to protect Rand's safety in case of any unforeseen events.

Yesterday it felt like autumn winds, but today it's already the chill of winter winds.

The sun was still shining brightly in the sky.

But on the ground, it seems that you can't feel much temperature.

The wind lifted a corner of Rand's magnificent robes, revealing exquisite armor infused with magical metals.

The siege has begun.

Rand could see in the distance the old king of the Kingdom of Bolun, a small giant, standing atop the city wall, brandishing a trident, wearing a bright red cloak and azure fish-scale armor.

Rand could see things more clearly if he used Crow Cola's perspective, but he didn't.

Crow Cola flew further behind the city walls to investigate the city's military arrangements, in order to find out if the Kingdom of Bolun had any hidden tricks up its sleeve.

"It should be about time," Rand said calmly.

Marcus knew what Rand was talking about. Rand had previously informed him that the Kingdom of Lensa had decided to cooperate with them and had already arranged for a group of powerful professionals to infiltrate the city to provide support.

These professionals were assigned to defend the city walls.

This would make it much easier to fight for the city gates or to support the fight on the city walls.

Today, the walls of this city in the Kingdom of Bolen still cast shadows on the earth, appearing as if they were still impregnable.

But in reality, it's already riddled with holes.

Another group of soldiers charged toward the city wall under the cover of siege equipment.

Shouts of battle also rang out from the city walls of Bolun.

It seems that the elite professional legions of the Kingdom of Lensa and Land are moving on the city walls.

"Mage Corps, prepare!" Fenris, now the frontline military commander, roared the order.

As for Rand, as the marshal, all he had to do was watch.

Therefore, although Fenris was extremely busy, Rand was still able to stand still and watch the battlefield.

However, the fact that Rand isn't personally commanding the army now means he's not slacking off.

Rand needs to focus on the entire battlefield to control the overall situation.

The surprise attack by the powerful professionals caught the defenders of the Bolun Royal City off guard.

Control of the city gates changed hands in an instant.

The heavy bronze gate, imbued with magical protective properties, slowly opened.

The former Minister of Military Affairs of the Kingdom of Bolun, who was directing operations from the city wall, was furious. The old king of the Kingdom of Bolun also noticed the movements of the professional legion of the Kingdom of Lunsa.

Just as he was about to descend the city wall to regain control of the city gate.

The magic of the mage squad, equipped with standard-issue staffs, reached the city walls.

Brilliant magical light crashed against the towering city walls like meteors, and surging magical power scattered across the walls with dazzling magical radiance.

The massive tremor, as if the earth were shaking, caused many soldiers of the Kingdom of Bolun who had lost their footing to fall.

The city wall, which had already been repaired and damaged in many places, suddenly developed a huge crack.

The Frostmoon Kingdom's army charged forward wave after wave.

Rand also advanced with his personal guard.

"Knights, prepare," Fenris continued, issuing the order.

The massive bronze gate of the Bolun royal city ahead was already on the verge of collapse.

The old king descended from the city wall and scattered some of the professional soldiers, but after he left the city wall, the Frostmoon Kingdom warriors who had climbed up the wall launched a much fiercer attack.

The soldiers of the Kingdom of Bolun were already demoralized, and faced with this situation... flying bull and horse riders were also shooting arrows at the city walls to cover the Frostmoon Kingdom soldiers attacking the city.

The mages' spells don't stop after one cast. Although the spells cast by mage groups without staffs are mostly intercepted by the mages of the Kingdom of Bolun due to their range and casting speed.

But there will always be some obstacles that cannot be overcome...

The old king, along with his personal guards, shooed away some elite professionals who were trying to seize control of the city gates.

But just as he was about to return to the city wall to stop the enemy from scaling it.

A soldier covered in blood came before the old king.

This soldier is dressed in magnificent royal guard armor.

He approached the old king, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and gasped, "The king is leaving by boat."

The king he was referring to was, of course, the new king of the Kingdom of Bolun who had recently ascended the throne.

The old king found it hard to believe; how could a king run away at a time like this?

With the capital city fallen, what will the Kingdom of Bolun have left?
He couldn't believe his son would do such a thing. He turned around and saw the standard-bearer, Allen, standing beside him, equally shocked.

"Go and see, stop them." The old king appointed Allen as captain and sent him to the port with a group of personal guards.

If the king truly leaves the capital, then the fighting spirit of the Kingdom of Bolun will also truly vanish.

The old king knew very well that the warriors of the Kingdom of Bolun who were still fighting around him, as well as those in the wilderness... The old king was certain that some nobles had begun to gather the defeated soldiers outside to support the royal city.

If you persevere, things will surely turn around.

The people of the Kingdom of Bolun are not yet so easily demoralized. However, if the royal family flees the capital, it would be tantamount to abandoning everything.

Allen, of course, couldn't believe it either.

These soldiers and knights who were fighting the enemy on the city walls were still holding their ground and fighting, while the nobles and the royal family who were directing and supervising from behind were about to flee.
The city walls had not yet been truly breached, so Allen did not encounter too many obstacles as he moved around the city. Although the city was in chaos, no thugs or deserters were going to cause trouble for this fully armed squad.

Allen arrived at the port soon.

The king had not yet boarded the ship.

The king was surrounded by a group of guards.

They blocked the king's path with their bodies, saying, "Your Majesty, what are you doing? The capital is in grave danger and cannot do without your command!"

The king's face turned ashen. He roared and howled, utterly lacking any regal bearing: "Foolish! What do you know! Get out of my way now! I will not pursue your offense!"

Several guards who were blocking the way were unwilling to move aside.

But there were still many guards who were afraid of death, or who genuinely believed the king was right, who dragged these people away.

In the past, the new king would not have hesitated to execute these offenders.

But now, in this critical and tense moment, the new king's supposedly brilliant mind tells him that this is not the time to escalate the conflict.

Allen watched all of this.

Allen refused to believe it.

He understood the nobility of royalty and high-ranking nobles.

Therefore, Allen did not put up much resistance to the fact that the nobles and the royal family were driving these apprentice knights, knights and soldiers to constantly expend their lives on the city walls.

But now they've used the lives of their men to hold off the enemy and maintain their rule, and now they're trying to run away?
Allen took a few steps forward.

Due to the long battle and the frantic run through the city to get here, Allen was already panting heavily and covered in wounds.

Allen's armor was covered in sword and knife wounds.

Through the gaps in the damaged armor, you could see bandages stained with blood.

Allen's face also became rough from being exposed to the night wind for so long.

Allen was covered in dust and mud.

Allen was furious.

He pushed aside the guards who were blocking the new king's way.

They came before the new king.

The new king's clothes were magnificent and spotless.

Allen grabbed the new king by the collar and roared, "You coward, trying to run away?"

Allen was quickly pinned to the ground.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he could see the new king stepping over his head, which was being pressed to the ground, with a very gloomy expression.

The large ship, ready to set sail, is heading into the distance.

Meanwhile, on one side of the city wall.

The bronze city gate that had stood on the earth for a hundred years finally collapsed.

It was pressed onto the ground, causing dust to rise everywhere.

Rand marched with the Royal Guard through the collapsed city gate.

Marcus also came, along with many of the high-ranking nobles of the Frostmoon Kingdom, including the Minister of Military Affairs and the Minister of Foreign Affairs, both allies of Rand and Marcus.

There was no mention of anyone gaining extra merit by entering the gate at this time.

It's just that everyone wants to witness the fall of the Kingdom of Bolen.

The mere fact that a country could be destroyed in such a short time—no, the very act of destroying a country—is enough to make it worthwhile for these people to come and witness it in person.

Before Rand stood the old king of the Kingdom of Bolen.

"This is our first official meeting," Rand said casually.

The old king is now riddled with wounds.

Honestly, it's a miracle that he can still stand after suffering so many injuries.

The old king pointed the trident, which reflected the sunlight, at Rand's throat. The trident, clearly a magical weapon, was somewhat damaged from continuous combat.

The meaning is clear: he wants to fight Rand one-on-one.

Rand picked up the greatsword.

Then they were blocked by Karin and Berlan, who were vigilantly protecting Rand's safety.

"This is irresponsible towards the territory and the Frostmoon Kingdom!" Marcus also came to stop the king of Land and the Kingdom of Bolen from fighting one-on-one.

The king of the Kingdom of Bolen is clearly stronger than the average top-tier professional, while Rand appears to be only at the upper-tier level.

Although it was clear that the old king had already expended a great deal of energy.

But Rand may still not be a match for him.

But what if Rand dies?

Marcus couldn't imagine what the Frostmoon Kingdom would become; it was very likely that the land it had swallowed from the Bolen Kingdom would have to be returned.

Ming Rand was never one to act impulsively.

Now he had no choice but to join forces with Rand's guards and wife to stop Rand's "whims".

Rand shook his head helplessly.

"I can barely be considered a doctor," Rand said with a wry smile.

Marcus, Karin, and Berlan, who were blocking Rand's way, did not understand what Rand meant.

“He’s dying,” Rand said.

At this moment, the people who were focused on Rand turned their attention to the old king of the Kingdom of Bolen, who was standing upright and holding a trident.

indeed.

Even the heartbeat was extremely faint.

The crowd stopped blocking Rand's way.

However, they remained vigilant, ready to intervene and rescue the person at any time.

Rand walked through the blood-soaked mud, through the rubble of collapsed city walls, fallen flags, and the uneven, shattered armor.

The sword in Rand's hand gleamed with a dazzling light.

Rand came before the old king of the Kingdom of Bolen.

Wielding the sword.

They took the head of the old king of the Kingdom of Bolen.

Ignoring the blood dripping from beneath his head, Rand raised it high: "We've won!"

Rand used all his strength in this shout.

Rand was already a high-level professional, and also had the physical enhancement brought by the blessing.

The loud sound reached the ears of all the warriors of the Frostmoon Kingdom and the Bolen Kingdom who were still fighting at that moment.

Even in the distance.

Ships from the Kingdom of Bologna have already set sail from the port.

They could probably all hear Rand's shout.

"Surrender and you will not be killed! You have fought long enough, surrender!" Rand continued to shout loudly.

All eyes on the battlefield were on Rand.

They all knew who the young man holding their king's head was.

It's Rand.

Rand Nicholas.

(End of this chapter)