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Chapter 203: The Collapse of the Holy Eastern Roman Empire
"This country will be destroyed, and a new power will be born on its ruins, and chaos will sweep everything!"

Jin Bing laughed crazily, completely ignoring the corpse of Movsky and the strategist who was kneeling on the ground and trembling.

Jin Bing's laughter echoed in the empty palace, carrying an indescribable madness and cruelty.

He turned around slowly, scanning everything around him with his sharp eyes, as if at this moment, the whole world was under his control.

"God, did you see that? Just as you wished, I have pushed this world into the abyss of chaos once again. Hahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahaha, I spit on you and I spit on this world!"

The strategist kneeling on the ground trembled even more violently. He had never seen such a horrible scene, and had never thought that Jin Bing would actually betray Movsky.

He tried to find a chance to escape, but Jin Bing's eyes seemed to have locked him, making him unable to move.

Jin Bing did not take action against his adviser immediately, but walked to the window of the palace and looked at the night view of Moscow.

The brightly lit city seemed like a plaything to him, which he could destroy or reshape at any time.

He took a deep breath of the cold night air, a disdainful smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, as if he was having a silent conversation with this city and even the whole world.

"Chaos is the prelude to rebirth. In this endless darkness, a new order will rise from the ashes, and I, Kingpin, will be the pioneer leading the new era."

His voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a hammer, hitting the trembling heart of the strategist.

The counselor's eyes were filled with fear and despair. He tried to beg with a weak voice: "Lord Jin Bing, please... please give me a chance. I am willing to serve you at my utmost..."

But his voice was quickly drowned out by Kingpin's deafening laughter.

"Serving like a dog? Humph, people like you are only fit to be sacrificed in the chaos. However, since you are sensible, I can give you a choice. Either you join me in this chaotic torrent and witness the birth of a new world, or you stay in the ruins of this palace and become a burial object of the old era."

Jin Bing turned around, his eyes showing both contempt and provocation, as if everything was under his control.

The strategist's body trembled even more violently, sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the cold ground.

No matter which path you choose, there is endless darkness and unknown ahead.

But his instinct for survival drove him to make a decision, and his voice was trembling but firm: "I am willing... to follow you, my Lord."

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the palace, and it seemed that a large number of soldiers were approaching.

Jin Bing was not panicked, but instead showed a hint of sneer.

After he killed the Tsar, someone must have realized that these soldiers were coming to deal with him, but he was not worried because he was prepared to deal with it.

There was a glimmer of cunning in Jin Bing's eyes, and he clapped his hands lightly. Suddenly, several elite warriors in black emerged from the shadow of the palace. They were agile and held sharp weapons. They were obviously Jin Bing's carefully trained private guards.

"It seems that my guests have arrived earlier than expected." Jin Bing said to his adviser with a smile. That smile showed both anticipation for the upcoming challenge and confidence that the situation was under control.

The counselor stared at these warriors who suddenly appeared with wide eyes, feeling surprised and frightened. He realized that Jin was not only a crazy and ambitious man, but also a strategist who was well hidden and well-planned.

The noise outside the palace was getting closer and closer, the footsteps of the soldiers and the clash of weapons intertwined, creating a depressing and tense atmosphere. However, Jin Bing seemed to be completely unaffected. He walked leisurely to the high platform in the center of the palace and sat down, crossing his legs, his hands gently resting on his knees, his eyes revealing a kingly demeanor.

"Let them come, I will let them know the price of challenging me, Kingpin." He said softly, his voice full of unquestionable majesty.

As Jin Bing finished speaking, the palace gate was pushed open, and a group of fully armed soldiers rushed in, holding spears and shields, approaching the platform aggressively. However, when they saw Jin Bing and his guards, they stopped in their tracks, with hesitation and fear on their faces.

Jin Bing did not immediately order an attack. Instead, he signaled his guards to remain alert with his eyes. At the same time, he slowly stood up, walked to the edge of the palace, and looked down at the group of soldiers.

"Who sent you? Do you want to stop me, Jin Bing?" His voice echoed in the palace with an irresistible force.

The soldiers looked at each other, no one dared to answer. They knew that the man in front of them was a madman and a powerful enemy, and any rash action could bring devastating consequences.

At this moment, a general in gorgeous armor walked out from the soldiers. He held a long sword in his hand and looked at Jin Bing with a firm gaze.

"Kim Byung, you murdered His Majesty the Tsar. Your ambition and atrocities have aroused public anger. We are here to represent justice and bring you to justice." The general's voice was sonorous and full of a sense of justice.

Jin Bing sneered, his eyes stabbing at the generals like a knife: "Justice? In this chaotic world, justice is just an excuse for the weak. Do you think you can stop me with these people? How ridiculous."

As Jin Bing finished speaking, his guards suddenly launched an attack, rushing towards the soldiers like black lightning. A fierce battle broke out in the palace, with swords flashing, blood splashing, and a strong smell of blood in the air.

However, Jin did not personally participate in the battle. He stood aside and calmly observed the changes in the situation.

Under Jin Bing's calm gaze, the battle quickly became one-sided.

His personal guards are well-trained and work in perfect harmony, with every move they make being deadly efficient.

In comparison, although the soldiers fought bravely, their efforts seemed pale and powerless in the face of the huge disparity in strength.

Amid the flashing of swords and sabers, the screams of soldiers and the metallic sounds of weapons colliding could be heard from time to time, but Jin Bing's expression never changed, as if he was enjoying a carefully choreographed dance rather than a brutal killing.

His guards were like messengers of death, shuttling across the battlefield and reaping lives, while Jin Bing was the director and bystander of this feast of death.

Soon, the battle came to an end.

The soldiers began to collapse, some dropped their weapons and surrendered, while others tried to find a way to escape in the chaos.

Seeing this, the general was filled with grief and anger. He waved his sword, trying to boost morale, but it was too late to save the situation.

Seeing this, Jin Bing curled his lips into a sneer.

He raised his hand slightly, signaling the guards to stop the attack.

The battlefield suddenly became quiet, with only the soldiers' breathing and occasional screams in the distance.

"Very good. Your performance disappoints me, but it also makes me more convinced that this world needs a new order."

Jin Bing's voice echoed in the palace, carrying unquestionable majesty. He slowly walked in front of the general and stared at him with a sharp gaze.

The general opened his eyes wide, filled with resentment and anger, but he also knew that he was powerless to save the situation at this moment.

"You and your soldiers are victims of the old era." Jin Bing said softly, as if he was conducting a final judgment on the generals. "But you don't have to despair, because a new era is coming, and I, Jin Bing, will be the pioneer who leads the new era."

When the general heard this, a spark of despair flashed in his eyes, but he still raised his head stubbornly, trying to maintain his last bit of dignity.

"Kimbyung, forget it! Although His Majesty the Tsar died unfortunately, his spirit will always shine on this land. An ambitious person like you will be punished by God sooner or later!"

The general's voice was weak but full of determination.

Jin Bing sneered and ignored the general, turning to face the palace gate. He raised his hands high, as if announcing his victory to the world.

Jin Bing stood in front of the palace gate, his hands raised high, drawing a resolute arc in the night sky. His eyes flashed with a mixture of madness and coldness, as if at this moment, he had become the only master of this world.

"The Holy Eastern Roman Empire, this once glorious country, has now come to an end!" Jin Bing's voice echoed in the night sky with an unquestionable majesty.

As he finished speaking, a strange darkness suddenly appeared in the sky above the palace.

In the darkness, a huge shadow slowly emerged. It was like a huge ghost, standing in the night sky of the capital, overlooking the land that was about to fall into chaos.

The shape of this phantom is twisted and hideous, as if it is a collection of countless resentful souls, or the embodiment of all the misfortunes and pains of the old times.

Its appearance plunged the entire capital into silence. People looked up at this huge existence in horror, as if they saw the end of the world coming.

"Did you see that? This is the end of the Holy Eastern Roman Empire!" Jin Bing's voice sounded again, his tone full of pride and sarcasm, "And I, Jin Bing, am the pioneer of this new era!"

Kingpin then ordered his guards to make public the evidence that the Tsar was in collusion with him and Banner.

The evidence was meticulously displayed in the palace grounds and included secret letters, account books, and footage of the Tsar's private meetings with Kingpin and Banner.

People looked at the evidence in shock, their hearts filled with anger and disappointment.

The Tsar, whom they once admired, actually colluded with such an ambitious person and betrayed the country and the people.

And Jin Bing, a strong man who was once regarded as a national hero, has become a slave to power and is willing to destroy the entire country for his personal ambitions.

"Do you think the Tsar is your savior? You are wrong! He is just a pawn in my hand, a tool to realize my ambitions!" Jin Bing said loudly, his voice echoed in the square, stirring up waves in people's hearts.

"And now, this tool has lost its value. The Holy Eastern Empire will also disappear with its destruction, and I, Jin Bing, will establish a new country here, a country ruled by the strong and obeyed by the weak!"

Jin Bing's words aroused people's anger and resistance. They began to shout loudly, demanding that Jin Bing get out of the capital and give them a just and peaceful world.

However, Jin Bing seemed not to hear the shouts. He continued to raise his hands as if summoning some mysterious power.

At this moment, the huge phantom suddenly let out a deafening roar.

It is like a ferocious beast, opening its huge mouth, ready to swallow the whole world.

People screamed in terror and fled in all directions, as if they had really seen the end of the world.

Under Jin Bing's rampage and arrogance, the huge shadow seemed to have become a symbol of his power, plunging the entire capital into unprecedented panic.

However, just when people thought the end of the world was approaching, Jin Bing suddenly made an unexpected move.

He slowly lowered his raised hands, and the madness and coldness on his face were gradually replaced by a deep and mysterious smile.

That smile seemed to contain some unknown secret, which made people feel chilly.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha!" Jin Bing suddenly laughed loudly, and the sound echoed in the empty square, sounding extremely harsh.

His laughter seemed to be mocking the fragility of the world and people's ignorance. As the laughter died down, the huge shadow began to gradually dissipate, as if it had never existed.

People's terrified expressions gradually froze. They couldn't believe their eyes, as if all this was an illusion.

However, when the phantom completely disappeared and the sky became clear again, people realized that all this was actually true.

Jin Bing, the strong man who was once regarded as a national hero, actually possesses such terrifying power.

But surprisingly, Jin Bing did not continue to wreak havoc. He turned and looked at the terrified crowd, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

There was both disdain and an indescribable pity in that emotion.

"Humph, a bunch of ants." Jin Bing said softly, as if he was talking to himself. He took a step and slowly walked into the depths of the palace without looking at the crowd again.

His guards followed closely behind him, like his shadow, disappearing silently behind the palace gate.

Those who once tried to resist could only stand there and watch Jin Bing leave, their hearts filled with powerlessness and despair.

As Jin Bing left, the people in the palace square began to slowly come to their senses. They looked at each other, with fear and unwillingness in their eyes.

Some brave people began to gather together and discuss countermeasures in a low voice. They understood that although Jin Bing had retreated temporarily, the crisis was far from over.

"We can't just succumb to his tyranny!" a young man shouted angrily, his voice trembling but full of determination.

"Yes, we must unite for our home and for our future!" another person responded.

At the same time, deep in the palace, Kingpin was sitting on his throne, watching all this coldly.

(End of this chapter)