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Chapter 203 The Collapse of the Holy Eastern Luo Empire

"This country will be destroyed, and new forces will emerge from its ruins; chaos will engulf everything!"

Kingpin laughed maniacally, completely ignoring the now-corpse-like Movsky and the strategist kneeling on the ground, trembling with fear.

Kingpin's laughter echoed through the empty palace, carrying an indescribable madness and cruelty.

He slowly turned around, his piercing gaze sweeping over everything around him, as if at this moment, the whole world was under his control.

"God, do you see? As you wished, I have plunged this world back into the abyss of chaos! Hahahaha, hahahahaha! I despise you, I despise this world!"

The strategist, kneeling on the ground, trembled even more violently. He had never seen such a terrifying scene, nor had he ever imagined that Kingpin would betray Movsky.

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

Kim did not immediately take action against his advisors, but instead went to the palace window and gazed at the Moscow night view.

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

He took a deep breath of the cold night air, a disdainful smile playing on his lips, as if engaging in a silent dialogue with the city and the 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 who leads this new era."

His voice was deep and powerful, each word like a hammer, striking the strategist's trembling heart.

The strategist's eyes were filled with fear and despair as he tried to plead in a weak voice, "Lord Kingpin, please... please give me a chance. I am willing to serve you like a dog..."

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

"Serve like a dog or a horse? Hmph, someone like you only deserves to be a sacrifice in the chaos. However, considering that you know what's good for you, I can give you a choice: either join me in this chaotic torrent and witness the birth of a new world, or stay in the ruins of this palace and become a burial offering of the old era."

Kingpin turned around, his eyes filled with both contempt and provocation, as if everything was under his control.

The strategist trembled even more violently, sweat streaming down his face and dripping onto the cold ground.

No matter which path you choose, what lies ahead is endless darkness and the unknown.

But the instinct for survival drove him to make a decision, his voice trembling but firm: "I am willing... to follow the adults."

At that moment, a commotion suddenly arose outside the palace, as if a large number of soldiers were approaching.

Kingpin, however, did not panic; instead, he revealed a cold smile.

After he killed the Tsarina, some people must have realized that these soldiers were there to deal with him, but he was not worried because he was prepared to deal with them.

A sly glint flashed in Kingpin's eyes. He clapped his hands lightly, and several elite warriors dressed in black emerged from the shadows of the palace. They were agile and wielded sharp weapons, clearly Kingpin's carefully trained private guard.

"It seems my guests have arrived earlier than expected," Kingpin said to his advisors with a smile that reflected both anticipation for the upcoming challenges and confidence in having the situation under control.

The strategist stared wide-eyed at the suddenly appearing warriors, his heart filled with both surprise and fear. He realized that Kim was not merely a mad, ambitious man, but a cunning and meticulously planned strategist.

The commotion outside the palace grew closer, the footsteps of soldiers and the clanging of weapons mingling together to create a tense and oppressive atmosphere. However, Kingpin seemed completely unaffected. He leisurely walked to the high platform in the center of the palace, sat down, crossed his legs, and gently placed his hands on his knees, his eyes revealing a kingly demeanor.

"Let them come. I'll show them the price of challenging Kingpin," he said softly, his voice filled with undeniable authority.

As Kingpin finished speaking, the palace doors were flung open, and a group of fully armed soldiers rushed in, wielding spears and shields, and menacingly approached the platform. However, when they saw Kingpin and his guards, they stopped in their tracks, their faces showing hesitation and fear.

King did not immediately order an attack. Instead, he signaled to his guards to remain vigilant with his eyes, and slowly stood up, walked to the edge of the palace, and looked down at the group of soldiers.

"Who sent you? Are you trying to stop Kingpin's advance?" His voice echoed through the palace, carrying an irresistible force.

The soldiers exchanged bewildered glances, none daring to answer. They knew that the man before them was a madman, and a formidable enemy; any rash action could have devastating consequences.

Just then, a general in magnificent armor stepped out from among the soldiers, holding a long sword and looking firmly at King Bing.

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

Kingpin sneered, his gaze piercing the general like a knife: "Justice? In this chaotic world, justice is nothing but an excuse for the weak. You think you can stop me with these people? How laughable."

As Kingpin finished speaking, his guards suddenly launched an attack, rushing towards the soldiers like black lightning. A fierce battle erupted within the palace, with flashing swords, splattering blood, and a heavy stench of blood filling the air.

However, Kim did not personally participate in the battle; he stood aside, calmly observing the changing situation.

Under Kingpin's calm gaze, the battle quickly turned into a one-sided affair.

His private guards were highly trained and worked in perfect coordination, with every move exuding deadly efficiency.

In contrast, although the soldiers fought bravely, their efforts seemed futile in the face of overwhelming odds.

Amidst the flashing swords and the occasional screams of soldiers and the clanging of weapons, Kingpin's expression remained unchanged. He seemed to be appreciating a meticulously choreographed dance rather than a brutal massacre.

His guards, like messengers of death, traversed the battlefield, reaping lives, while Kingpin was both the director and the observer of this feast of death.

Soon, the battle came to an end.

The soldiers began to rout; some threw down 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 indignation. He brandished his longsword, trying to boost morale, but it was all too late.

Upon seeing this, Kingpin's lips curled into a cold smile.

He gently raised his hand, signaling the guards to cease their attack.

The battlefield fell silent, save for the soldiers' panting and the occasional screams from afar.

"Very well, your performance has disappointed me, but it has also made me more convinced that the world needs a new order."

Kingpin's voice echoed through the palace, carrying an undeniable authority.

He slowly walked up to the general, staring intently at him.

The general's eyes widened, filled with resentment and anger, but he also knew that he was powerless to change the situation at this moment.

"You, and your soldiers, are victims of the old era," Kingpin said softly, as if delivering a final judgment to his generals. "But you need not despair, for a new era is coming, and I, Kingpin, will be the pioneer who leads this new era."

Upon hearing this, a flicker of despair flashed in the general's eyes, but he still stubbornly raised his head, trying to maintain his last shred of dignity.

"Kingpin, don't even think about it! Although His Majesty the Tsar has tragically perished, his spirit will forever shine upon this land. An ambitious man like you will be punished by heaven sooner or later!"

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

Kingpin sneered, ignoring the generals, and turned to face the palace gates. He raised his hands high, as if to announce his victory to the world.

Kingpin stood before the palace gates, his raised hands tracing a resolute arc in the night sky. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of madness and ruthlessness, as if, in this moment, he had become the sole ruler of this world.

"The Holy Eastern Luo Empire, this once glorious nation, has now come to an end!" Kingpin's voice echoed in the night sky, carrying an undeniable majesty.

As he finished speaking, an eerie darkness suddenly descended upon the palace.

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

The phantom's shape was twisted and ferocious, as if it were a collection of countless vengeful spirits, or the embodiment of all the misfortune and suffering of the old era.

Its appearance plunged the entire capital into a deathly silence. People looked up in terror at this enormous creature, as if witnessing the end of the world.

"Did you see that? This is the end of the Holy Eastern Luo Empire!" Kingpin's voice rang out again, his tone filled with smugness and mockery. "And I, Kingpin, am the founder of this new era!"

Kingpin then ordered his guards to make public the evidence of the Tsar's collusion with him and Banner.

These pieces of evidence were carefully displayed in the palace square, including secret letters, account books, and video footage of the Tsar's private meetings with Kingpin and Banner.

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

The Tsar they once revered had actually colluded with such an ambitious man, betraying the country and its people.

Kingpin, once regarded as a national hero, also became a slave to power, willing to destroy the entire country for his personal ambition.

"You think the Tsar is your savior? You're wrong! He's nothing but a pawn in my hands, a tool to achieve my ambitions!" Kingpin shouted, his voice echoing across the square and stirring up waves in the hearts of the people.

"And now, this tool has lost its value. The Holy Eastern Luo Empire will vanish with its destruction, and I, Kingpin, will establish a new kingdom here, a kingdom ruled by the strong and obeyed by the weak!"

Kingpin's words provoked anger and resistance. People began shouting for him to leave the capital and give them a just and peaceful world.

However, Kingpin seemed not to hear these shouts; he continued to raise his hands as if summoning some mysterious power.

Just then, the enormous phantom suddenly let out a deafening roar.

It was like a ferocious beast, its jaws wide open, ready to devour the entire world.

People screamed in terror and scattered in all directions, as if they had truly witnessed the end of the world.

Under Kingpin's rampage and arrogance, the enormous phantom seemed to become a symbol of his power, plunging the entire capital into unprecedented panic.

However, just when people thought the end of the world was coming, Kingpin suddenly did something unexpected.

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 sent a chill down one's spine.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha!" Kingpin suddenly burst into laughter, his voice echoing across the empty square, sounding exceptionally jarring.

His laughter seemed to mock the fragility of the world and the ignorance of people. As the laughter subsided, the huge phantom began to gradually dissipate, as if it had never existed.

The expressions of terror on people's faces gradually froze; they couldn't believe their eyes, as if it were all an illusion.

However, when the phantom completely disappeared and the sky returned to clarity, people realized that it was all real.

Kingpin, this powerful figure who was once regarded as a national hero, actually possessed such terrifying power.

Surprisingly, Jin did not continue his rampage. He turned to look at the terrified crowd, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

The emotion contained both disdain and a kind of indescribable pity.

"Hmph, a bunch of ants," Kingpin muttered, as if talking to himself. He strode forward, slowly walking into the depths of the palace, without glancing at the crowd again.

His guards followed closely behind, like his shadows, disappearing silently behind the palace gates.

Those who had once tried to resist could only stand there, watching Kingpin leave, their hearts filled with helplessness and despair.

As Kingpin departed, the people in Palace Square slowly came to their senses. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with both fear and resentment.

Some brave individuals began to gather and discuss countermeasures in hushed tones. They understood that although Kingpin had temporarily retreated, the crisis was far from over.

"We cannot simply succumb to his tyranny!" a young man shouted angrily, his voice trembling but filled with determination.

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

Meanwhile, deep within the palace, Kingpin sat on his throne, coldly observing everything.

(End of this chapter)