Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Her boots crunched on the gravel.

She got lost.

A commotion arose ahead; some were shouting, some were running, and some were screaming. She gripped her sword hilt, quickened her pace, and rounded a bend—

A group of people are looting a warehouse.

The warehouse door was smashed open, wood chips were scattered all over the ground, and inside were piles of grain and cloth. The orcs, dressed in tattered clothes, poured out of the warehouse, pushing and shoving each other as they carried out their zero-dollar purchase activity.

"stop!"

Sylvia drew her sword, and the men scattered in terror. The sacks fell to the ground, and no one turned back to pick up the shoes they had lost.

She sheathed her sword and went into the warehouse.

A middle-aged man, dressed in a butler's clothes, was lying on the ground, curled up with his head in his hands, trembling all over.

Sylvia knelt down and helped him up.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

The butler looked up, saw her face, and tears welled up in his eyes:

"Master... Master Fran was killed by the evil dragon..."

"That evil dragon even incited these slaves to riot... talking about restoring freedom, reclaiming the fruits of their labor, and taking back their property and land..."

He grabbed Sylvia's wrist abruptly, his nails digging into her skin: "So many credits! Just like that, given to a poor person! What a waste!"

"Where is the dragon?" Sylvia pried his hands away.

Before the butler could reply, a screen on the wall behind them suddenly lit up.

That's a display screen in a shop window, playing news automatically.

In the scene, a crimson dragon is swooping down from the clouds, its wings obscuring half the city.

Behind it was a massive army of orcs!

The subtitles at the bottom of the screen scroll:

"The evil dragon has rebelled and is leading a demonic army to attack the royal city!"

Sylvia looked at the dragon and gripped her sword tightly.

"Damn dragon..."

"I finally managed to chase you all the way here, and you've run back to the capital... What does that even mean?!"

Chapter 69, Am I going to die too?

Freya stood on the dragon's back, her nightgown fluttering in the wind.

Behind them stood the Unsullied Legion, a dark, imposing square formation, halberds like a forest, banners obscuring the sun.

The walls of the capital city are in sight.

The garrison had already spotted the group. The city walls were teeming with people, archers were in position, and the commander stood at the highest point of the city tower, squinting at the approaching dark cloud.

"Report—"

A scout scrambled up, shouting, "General! We've gathered intelligence on the approaching army—they are Fran's private army, numbering thirty thousand, all clad in heavy black iron armor, and they're flying...flying the banner of Her Highness the Princess!"

The commander's pupils contracted sharply.

The Xuan Tie Heavy Armor is extremely expensive to make. It is harder than tungsten steel, yet as light as a cloud. It is engraved with protective runes inside, making it difficult for even magic to penetrate, let alone swords, guns, or cannons.

One heavily armored soldier can fight against a hundred soldiers!

Fran has managed to keep 30,000 heavily armored soldiers. What is his purpose?

Now he understands.

"Fran is incredibly audacious! He actually trained an army in secret, kidnapped the princess, and marched his army straight to the capital, intending to force the emperor to abdicate and rebel!"

The commander looked at the giant dragon at the forefront of the army, which blotted out the sky, and the little girl in a white nightgown on its back. His anger intensified: "They even colluded with the dragon clan, kidnapped the princess, and disrupted my kingdom! They deserve to die! I knew that those who are not of our kind are bound to have different hearts. These orcs have probably been planning this for a long time!"

At this moment, Freya had already charged in.

"Guards, listen to my command! I am Princess Freya of the Kingdom. Open the gates immediately and let me through!"

The garrison commander gritted his teeth: "Your Highness may enter, but those heavily armored soldiers are not allowed into the city!"

Freya suddenly laughed: "I'm here to stage a military coup. If I don't bring troops, can it still be called a military coup?"

With that, Cheng Cheng waved his hand and spewed out a breath of dragon fire, which grazed the guard and burned half the sky, melting the city gate into a pile of scrap iron!

"All troops, listen to my command! Follow me into the city!"

"Guards, listen to my command! Do not let anyone in!" the garrison commander roared, then met Cheng Cheng's gaze. Startled, he fell to the ground with a thud. Before he could get up, the dragon swooped down, its wings whipping up a gust of wind that knocked over a group of archers on the battlements, and arrows flew everywhere.

"Put down the futile resistance." Cheng Cheng's voice seemed to descend from the heavens. "We don't want meaningless sacrifices."

The garrison commander trembled as he crawled up to the crenellations and glanced down—the Unsullied Legion had already stormed into the city gate and was engaged in a fierce battle with the garrison. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the garrison soldiers were torn apart by spears and halberds as if they had crashed into a moving city wall. They tried their best but could not stop them in the slightest!

Not far behind the Unsullied Legion, an elven mage took out a bamboo flute and began to play.

The flute music was melodious, but then grew increasingly sinister, like the wailing of a female ghost. The sky darkened, and crows swarmed in from all directions, circling the elven girl. Their black feathers fell continuously, their cries like mournful howls, as if they were playing a magnificent requiem with this representative of death on earth.

Beneath the city wall, the bodies of the defenders who had just died in battle began to twitch, their limbs bent, and then one by one they got up from the ground, picked up their fallen weapons, turned around, and rushed toward their former comrades!

The Unsullied Legion charged into the city across the drawbridge, while the silent orcs surged through the city gates like a tide, halberds held high, their steps perfectly synchronized.

The defending troops were terrified by the sight of the enemy and were chased by their own dead comrades. They threw down their weapons and ran away, and those who were slow to run were pierced through by halberds.

Freya stood on the dragon's back, looking down at the city below. The streets were teeming with people running—pushing carts, carrying children, and laden with bundles—screaming and scattering like ants whose nest had been disturbed. "The Demon King's army has invaded!"

"A dragon! A dragon has entered the city!"

"And there's the Undead King who can summon armies of corpses!"

"Run! Run!"

The crowd screamed in terror. Freya opened her mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out.

Looking at the fleeing figures, the overturned stalls, and the people who died tragically in the stampede, she felt melancholy.

But she quickly regained her resolve.

"Mike, you take three hundred men to occupy the police headquarters and do your best to maintain order."

"Ali, go and lead eight hundred men to surround Capitol Hill. Don't let a single person out!"

"Euro, you take five hundred men to maintain order..."

She issued orders methodically, enabling the Unsullied Legion to quickly take control of the capital and arrest and try those treacherous officials one by one.

Two figures flew from the direction of the palace ahead, one on the left and one on the right, blocking the dragon's path.

On the left is Vilette, dressed in heavy robes, her scepter shimmering with blue light; on the right is Karen, in white knight's attire, her red hair billowing in the wind, her left hand resting on her sword hilt, a confident smile playing on her lips: "Dragon, this time I've learned my lesson and donned the 'Dragon Sword,' specially designed to slay dragons. Are you ready to die?"

Villette remained silent, tapping her scepter on the ground. A series of protective magic arrays lit up, surrounding Cheng Cheng.

Cheng Cheng stopped abruptly, feeling as if thousands of hands were pulling him, rendering him unable to move for a moment. The gust of wind whipped up by his wings blew a section of the city tower's tiles away.

"We were prepared. The binding array of Silvershine City has stripped you of your dragon breath and restricted your flight," Karen chuckled. "I'd like to see what other skills you have!"

“Your Highness,” Vilette bowed slightly to Freya on the dragon’s back, “please allow us to fight this evil dragon. Please go into the palace first; His Majesty has been waiting for you in the audience chamber for some time.”

Freya glanced at Cheng Cheng.

Cheng Cheng didn't speak, but simply turned slightly to let her slide off his back. Li Xianyu followed behind her, tucked the bamboo flute back into her waistband, and a small flag appeared in her hand at some point: "Don't worry, after refining Fran, my Human Emperor Flag is comparable to a Nascent Soul artifact, enough to protect Freya."

Cheng Cheng nodded.

In this world without legends, the two greatest threats are right in front of us. With the Gold-ranked Li Xianyu by our side, plus the ten thousand Immaculate Legion that hasn't left, there's really nothing to worry about.

Moreover, with them around, they couldn't fight at full strength.

"Mr. Evil Dragon, be careful."

After Freya finished speaking, she walked towards the palace without looking back.

Behind him, Villette raised her scepter, and blue chains emerged from the void, wrapping around Cheng Cheng; Karen drew her sword, its light as fast as lightning, slashing straight at the dragon's neck.

"Ha ha……"

Cheng Cheng chuckled, and then the dragon scales made of flesh and blood peeled away, revealing a dense array of gun barrels underneath!

…………

Freya led Li Xianyu through the palace corridors, while behind them, the footsteps of the Unsullied Legion surged in like a tide.

She ordered the army to take over major administrative units and detain nobles and officials who had not yet fled.

Those usually aloof adults were dragged out of the office, but Freya didn't look at them and just kept walking forward.

The corridor was long, with portraits of queens from different eras hanging on both sides—their faces all bore a resemblance to Freya, like portraits of the same person at different ages, which made Freya's heart tighten and she stopped looking at them.

Just as they reached the entrance to the audience chamber, Li Xianyu suddenly grabbed her arm.

"Your Highness," she said softly, "what are your plans after you ascend the throne?"

Freya was taken aback: "Huh?"

"My apologies, my apologies, it was a slip of the tongue." Li Xianyu smiled. "What are Your Majesty's plans after ascending the throne?"

"I have no intention of ascending the throne."

"what?"

Li Xianyu's expression became very subtle.

She stared at Freya for three seconds, making sure she wasn't joking, then took a deep breath: "Benefactor, if you're not going to ascend the throne and usurp it, why are you staging a coup? Isn't purging the court of corrupt officials just an excuse for a coup and forcing the emperor to abdicate? Usually, wouldn't the queen disappear during the purge, leaving you with no choice but to ascend the throne yourself?"

“The Queen is my mother. How could I possibly harm her for the throne?” Freya shook her head. “I staged the coup to seek a way out for the people, to purge the treacherous ministers around the Queen, and to make her change her mind.”

Li Xianyu fell silent. After a long while, she whispered, "Your Highness... blind loyalty is not advisable."

Freya tilted her head: "Hmm?"

"It's nothing." Li Xianyu lowered her head. "Has Your Highness considered what you would do if the Queen refused to change?"

Freya replied without hesitation: "I will die for you."

Li Xianyu suddenly looked up, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes: "Your Highness, why must you do this..."

“As the crown prince, I am fed with the blood and sweat of the people, and it is my duty to speak up for them,” Freya said matter-of-factly. “But the queen is my mother. Don’t you elves always say that filial piety is the most important virtue? So I can never let my mother down.”