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"Sign it! For the sake of the ancestors of the Great Qian Dynasty, for the sake of all the people in this city, Your Highness, please accept your death!"

A parchment scroll covered in spittle was slammed into Su Zhe's face.

Inside the main hall, it was resplendent in gold and jade, yet permeated with a nauseating stench of decay.

The current prime minister, Zhao Kang, dressed in a purple robe, pointed at Su Zhe's nose, spitting as he spoke, his face contorted in a grotesque manner, like a wild dog guarding its food.

Su Zhe wiped his face.

pain.

His forehead was smashed open, and blood flowed down his brow bone into his eyes, turning his vision bloodshot.

He crossed.

Good news: He has become a prince.

Bad news: He's useless and a scapegoat.

Outside the gate, 500,000 Northern Barbarian cavalrymen were sharpening their swords fifty miles away, threatening to massacre the city.

Inside the gate, the court officials, instead of thinking about how to defend against the enemy, forced him, this "useless prince," to sign a humiliating treaty that ceded territory and ceded national sovereignty. They also wanted to send his elder sister to marry a foreign ruler and finally make him commit suicide to atone for his sins, thus quelling the anger of the barbarians.

What a grand spectacle of "saving the country through indirect means"!

"Ninth Prince, what are you still standing there for?"

Beside Zhao Kang, a burly, fierce-looking envoy from the Northern Barbarians strode forward.

He had a curved sword hanging at his waist, and his feet stomped on the floor tiles of the Great Qian Golden Hall, making a "thump-thump" sound, which was the sound of stepping on the spine of the Great Qian.

The barbarian grinned maliciously, a large, hairy black hand grabbing directly at Su Zhe's collar: "Your Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty is so scared he's practically wet himself, pushing you out to take the fall. You piece of trash, you dare hesitate? What, you want your imperial sister to serve me right here in the main hall?"

"coax--"

A low chuckle rippled through the court.

Those high-ranking officials who usually spouted righteousness and morality were now shrinking back, their eyes darting around, and not one of them dared to stand up and utter a single word of rebuke.

shame!

The fire in Su Zhe's heart, which was originally just confusion after transmigrating, was extinguished into a raging inferno by these beasts.

"Snapped!"

Before the barbarian's hand could even touch his collar, Su Zhe grabbed it from behind.

Ok?

The barbarian was taken aback.

Where does this useless prince get his strength?

Su Zhe raised his head, and in his blood-stained eyes, there was no fear, only indifference as if he were examining a dead object.

"You just said you wanted someone to serve you?"

His voice was hoarse, yet it carried a chilling aura that seemed to rise from the deepest abyss.

The barbarian instinctively tried to pull his hand back, but found that the other person's fingers were digging into his flesh like iron clamps.

"court death!"

Enraged, the barbarian instinctively drew his curved sword from his waist with his other hand.

In the blink of an eye!

[Host detected facing a desperate situation; the will of a killing god awakens!]

[The God of Slaughter System is activated!]

[New player gift pack has been distributed...]

The mechanical voice that had been echoing in my mind now sounded surprisingly pleasant.

Su Zhe's lips twitched, revealing a bloodthirsty glint.

Good timing!

"Screw the peace talks!"

Su Zhe roared, and a violent power surged from the depths of his body.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, and in the instant his scimitar was drawn, he became a blur and crashed into the barbarian envoy's arms!

Disarm him!

"Pfft!"

Blood spurted out!

A huge head shot into the sky, and a jet of blood from the headless corpse's neck sprayed all over Zhao Kang!

The entire court was quiet.

The sinister smile on Zhao Kang's face vanished, and warm, foul-smelling blood streamed down his old face.

All the ridicule, coercion, and clamor vanished under this single blow.

That's Tuoba Ye, the younger brother of the number one warrior of the Northern Barbarians!

He was actually slashed by this useless prince who was usually powerless?

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for slaying an enemy general (elite level). First kill reward: critical hit!]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: 3000 Great Snow Dragon Riders!]

[Unit Characteristics: All members are at the Grandmaster level, equipped with the divine weapon "Northern Liang Blade" and heavy armor "Snow Dragon Armor," with MAX loyalty!]

The Great Snow Dragon Cavalry have assembled outside the Meridian Gate of the Imperial Palace, ready to be deployed at any time!

Cool!

A warm current instantly flowed through my body, infusing my originally weak body with boundless vitality.

Su Zhe, carrying a still-dripping scimitar, kicked the barbarian's corpse down the steps.

The body rolled down with a "thump, thump" sound, until it reached Zhao Kang's feet.

Su Zhe raised his foot and stomped hard on Zhao Kang's purple robe, looking down at him like a god of death.

"Your Excellency, I will accept this pledge of allegiance on your behalf."

"Su...Su Zhe! You're insane! Do you want to kill us all?"

Zhao Kang finally reacted, his scream piercing the oppressive silence of the hall, "You killed the Tuoba envoy! The Northern Barbarian army will attack the city immediately! The Great Qian Dynasty is finished! You are a sinner for all time!!"

"Guards! Guards! Seize this madman! Bound him and take him to the Northern Barbarian camp to apologize!!"

Zhao Kang's shouts had changed tone.

The commander of the Imperial Guards outside the palace hesitated for a moment, then led dozens of golden-armored guards in.

"Your Highness, please forgive me."

The commander's face was grim, but he still drew his sword.

The 500,000-strong Northern Barbarian army was too intimidating; they dared not gamble.

Su Zhe looked at the Imperial Guards who had surrounded him, then at the group of court officials who were pointing at him and cursing, their faces filled with terror, and smiled.

He laughed without restraint.

"A sinner for all time?"

"That's a posthumous title reserved for the weak."

Su Zhe suddenly raised his sword, the tip pointing straight to the sky. The sound pierced through the hall, making the tiles rattle.

"In my dictionary, there is no such thing as negotiation, only—fight to the death!"

"Zhao Kang, you want peace in this world? Then I'll carve out peace for you!"

"Where are the Great Snow Dragon Riders?!"

The final roar seemed to awaken the sleeping dragon.

The earth began to shake.

It's not an illusion.

It's really vibrating!

Teacups fell to the ground, and dust settled on the roof beams.

Zhao Kang lost his footing and fell hard onto his backside in a pool of blood, looking out of the hall in horror: "An...earthquake?"

No.

That wasn't an earthquake.

That's the sound of horses' hooves!

Its sound was so dense that it surpassed the simultaneous beating of ten thousand drums; its force was so great that it was as if mountains were collapsing!

An oppressive, suffocating aura swept in like a tsunami from the direction of the main gate of the palace!

"Clang!"

The two bronze gates of the Meridian Gate, each weighing a thousand pounds, were smashed open by tremendous force!

Amidst billowing smoke and dust.

A cavalry force, entirely silver-white with even their warhorses clad in heavy armor, transformed into a streak of white lightning and breached the palace's defenses.

Iron hooves trampled the white marble steps.

The breath exhaled by the warhorse turned into white mist in the cold wind.

Three thousand cavalry!

With only three thousand riders, they marched with the momentum of a thousand troops!

At the very front stood a young general in white robes and silver armor, holding a silver spear, riding a white horse as swift as a dragon, his eyes sharp as an eagle.

He ignored the terrified Imperial Guards on both sides and charged straight toward the Golden Hall.

The warhorse neighed, its front hooves raised high, and suddenly stopped just three steps away from Su Zhe!

"Hissing sound—"

The young general in white robes dismounted in one fluid motion.

He knelt on one knee, the clanging of his armor producing a crisp and pleasant sound.

"This humble general, Chen Baipao, leading three thousand Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, has arrived too late to rescue Your Majesty!"

"Please punish me, my lord!"

Behind him, three thousand iron cavalrymen dismounted in unison and knelt on one knee.

"Greetings, my lord!!!"

The roar shook the heavens, shattering the paper windows of the golden palace and shattering the courage of all the civil and military officials!

Looking at the ferocious, steel-clad army before him, Su Zhe's killing intent finally materialized.

He casually tossed aside the dulled scimitar and took the gleaming silver spear from Chen Baipao's hand.

The tip of the gun sliced ​​across the ground, sending up a trail of sparks, before finally stopping in front of Zhao Kang's heaving Adam's apple.

"Prime Minister Zhao, you just said you wanted to take me somewhere by kidnapping?"