Spellcasting Gods

As for the very few, they have already begun to secretly collude, intending to betray their allies and turn against them at a critical moment in order to atone for their crimes and receive lenient treatment.

After all, the so-called noble alliance is just a loose interest group. They will come together for interests, and they will also turn against each other for interests.

Especially when there is no hope of victory, the despicable side of human nature will be fully revealed.

……

Time passed day by day, and three days flew by in the blink of an eye.

Although Taser had been holding back from giving the order to attack, he hadn't been idle these past few days. He had been using the reinforcements that came from all directions to test his soldiers, who were somewhere between physical and spiritual beings. He found that ordinary swords and blades couldn't really hurt them.

In just three days, at least two thousand scattered noble private soldiers were slaughtered. Their corpses and heads were still displayed triumphantly in front of the city gate for the soldiers on the city wall to see, which greatly damaged the already low morale.

At present, Tilsburg has not only failed to cut off the river as originally planned, like a sharp dagger piercing the Queen's heart, but is also surrounded by layers of defenses. Except for the occasional exchange of limited information with the outside world through domesticated birds, it is basically deaf and blind.

Anyone with any knowledge of war understands how terrible it would be to lose access to intelligence.

Putting everything else aside, those unfortunate souls who were wiped out should crawl out of the dead and shout "Injustice!"

They had received prior information that everything was going smoothly, otherwise they wouldn't have rushed over to join forces, fearing that arriving late would mean being excluded from the spoils-sharing ceremony after the victory.

Unfortunately, plans never keep up with changes.

Who could have imagined that the pacification army, which had been blocked in the swamp, would suddenly appear at the fortress gates and cut off all contact with the outside world?

Seeing the terrified expressions on the faces of the soldiers guarding the city walls, the old general asked without turning his head, "Master, three days have passed. Can I begin to issue the order to attack?"

“Of course! But don’t forget, once the battle is over, aside from the two ringleaders, I don’t want to see a third person alive,” Isolt coldly reminded him.

"All of them? Even servants and merchants are included?" Taser frowned subconsciously.

Isolt smiled calmly and retorted, "Do you think the servants and merchants still inside at this time will stand on our side? No! They're all with the rebels! Those truly loyal to the Queen and devoted to the kingdom have already returned to the capital to report the news. Go ahead and do it with confidence; Her Majesty the Queen will be your strongest support. And you yourself will become a hero of the kingdom, a ruthless executioner in the eyes of your enemies."

“Understood!” Taser nodded slightly, drew the sword of power hanging at his waist, and shouted to the army standing motionless, “For the Queen! For the Kingdom! Attack! Slaughter all the rebels! Bring their leader to me!”

boom!

Tens of thousands of soldiers, shimmering with an eerie light, materialized and slammed their weapons into the ground with a deafening roar.

next second...

They transformed into spirits once more, passing through the city walls at unimaginable speed and appearing out of thin air beside the defenders.

This sudden and fierce attack was clearly beyond the expectations of the demoralized defenders. They couldn't believe that the city walls, on which they had placed so much hope, were completely useless, and the enemy even treated them as nothing and mere decorations.

"what!!!!"

"No! Don't kill me! I don't want to die!"

"I surrender! I surrender!"

……

Less than five minutes after the full-scale attack began, the defending troops on the city wall collapsed in disarray, with countless soldiers throwing down their weapons and kneeling on the ground, trying to escape death in this way.

The spirit soldiers paid no heed and continued to strictly carry out the commander's order to slaughter, even as the victims knelt on the ground, weeping and pleading that they still had families and hungry children.

In the blink of an eye, blood, severed limbs, and spilled entrails stained the walls of Tilsburg red. No one, whether noble or common soldier, was fortunate enough to escape unscathed.

Not to mention them, even the cooks responsible for tending the fire and preparing the food, as well as the female prisoners who were captured and used as tools to vent their desires, all became cold corpses without exception.

Cold-blooded!

ruthless!

Efficient!

These creatures, created using the rules of death and the souls of mortals, fully demonstrate what ultimate killing efficiency is.

Unlike the undead who harbor extreme hatred for the living and simply swarm in chaotic attacks, they not only possess the ability to think independently but also understand formations and teamwork.

Thousands of defenders were almost wiped out in less than ten minutes, with only a few elite troops retreating to the upper levels of the castle to put up a last-ditch resistance.

"Damn it! What the hell are these monsters? My sword! My sword can't even hurt them!" A knight cursed as he swung his longsword and shield, retreating step by step.

His once sturdy armor was now torn in several places, and his shield was almost deformed.

Unfortunately, no matter how skilled he was in martial arts, after hitting his opponent several times, it would all be like piercing the air, having absolutely no effect.

despair!

True despair!

Even the bravest person, when faced with an enemy they cannot kill, will inevitably succumb to panic. If they didn't know the enemy wouldn't take prisoners, they would surely be willing to lay down their weapons and surrender, instead of struggling to survive like this, just to live a few more minutes, or even seconds...

Chapter 1132 The Responsibilities That Losers Must Bear

An hour later, when the last defender fell in a pool of blood, this brief but efficient siege came to an end.

As he watched his loyal family knights and soldiers being brutally killed one by one by the enemy, Baron Marais, who had served as a high-ranking officer in the kingdom's army, trembled slightly all over.

Of course, it wasn't because he felt fear, but because of resentment, anger, and shame.

He originally believed that the reason the enemy did not attack immediately was that they were not confident of taking the heavily defended military fortress in a short time, so they adopted a strategy of besieging without attacking.

But now, Taser has slapped him hard across the face, leaving his face swollen.

His previously self-righteous targeted defensive strategy was seen as laughable, like that of a clown, by his opponents.

However, none of these are the most important things. The most important thing is that he understands that the family he has inherited for more than 300 years will come to an end in his generation.

Judging from the ruthless killing by those strange soldiers, it's clear that there will be no noble privileges this time, and no one will be allowed to pay a fine to avoid death.

"Ah, good afternoon, Your Excellency. I suppose you didn't expect we'd meet so soon?"

Isolt walked into the room on a red carpet soaked in blood, her tone full of mockery and sarcasm.

Although he was not originally very interested in politics and only participated to serve his master, he unknowingly began to enjoy the feeling of manipulating other people's fates, especially the feeling of bringing those self-righteous guys down from their pedestals.

"It's you! It's you again! What exactly are you and Vilia trying to do? Are you planning to wipe out all of us nobles?"

Before Baron Marais could even speak, a court nobleman who was nearly scared out of his bladder couldn't help but jump out and loudly rebuke him.

Although he tried to project an image of composure and aristocratic demeanor in the face of danger, his trembling legs betrayed his true feelings at that moment.

No one is unafraid of death!

Even fewer people can remain calm when facing death!

Anyone who can do this either possesses extremely high ideals and a ruthless ambition, or has a resolute character that is unmoved by anything external.

Clearly, the court nobles were far from being able to do this, so their affected manner looked extremely ridiculous.

"Kill all the nobles? No, she and I only want to reclaim some of their privileges. The real reason we've ended up like this is your greed for land, wealth, and power. For over seven hundred years since the kingdom's founding, you've become accustomed to your lofty position, forgetting why your ancestors rose in rebellion and why they conquered this rich land. Her Majesty the Queen has only implemented a few reforms, leading the country out of its predicament, and you couldn't resist jumping out, even joining forces with foreign powers to try and overthrow the monarchy. Tell me, if you were the king, what would you do to such traitors?"

Isolt showed no mercy, directly tearing off the pretense and pointing straight to the core of the conflict between the two sides.

"No! The fault doesn't lie with us! It's you! If it weren't for you, you damned bastard, putting that woman on the throne, the whole country would still be the same as before!" the court noble roared in a fit of rage.

"Hahahaha! If I hadn't placed Vilia on the throne, the kingdom would have perished long ago. You so-called nobles would all have been uprooted and exterminated by Kerwin. Your lands would be confiscated, your wealth would be rewarded to those madmen who have rendered meritorious service, and your wives, lovers, and daughters would become tools for their lust. Remember, idiot, times have changed. Things are no longer as slow as they used to be. Before long, this continent will be engulfed in endless war. Adapt to the new rules, or be swept away by the surging tide. Now, I declare that you have been eliminated. Guards, take them back to the capital. Her Majesty the Queen needs a public execution to declare to the world that the era of the nobility is over..."

After saying that, Isolte waved to the spirit soldiers waiting nearby.

Without saying a word, the latter rushed up and broke the hands and feet of the court nobleman, and forcibly dislocated his jaw to prevent him from committing suicide halfway through because he could not bear the humiliation.

In contrast, Baron Marais was much calmer, raising his head and asking in a self-deprecating tone, "Our families will all be arrested and executed one by one, won't they?"

“That’s right! Do you have any last words you’d like to say?” Taser replied with a complicated expression.

Since both of them came from the military, they had worked together quite a bit and even admired each other to some extent, so he didn't speak ill of them.

"No, no. The victor is king, the loser is villain. Since I failed, I must take responsibility for my failure. The victor is never wrong; the only one who is wrong is the loser. I understood this principle from my first year in the army. Don't worry, I won't commit suicide, nor will I do anything foolish. I'm a realistic person and am willing to accept the arrangements of fate."

Baron Marais was quite straightforward; he immediately untied his sword and threw it aside, then stood there waiting to be taken away by the spirit soldiers.

“Interesting! If I remember correctly, you seem to be quite accomplished in the military field. Why would you give up such a promising future to participate in a rebellion that is impossible to win?” Isolt asked with great interest.

Baron Marais chuckled and shrugged. "There's no way around it! I have no choice! You should know where my family's fiefdom is, and that we've been allied with those families that start rebellions for generations. If I refuse to join them, they'll force me through all sorts of means. From the beginning, I had no choice but to fight to the death. What else could I do but fight to the death?"

"Helpless? That's a fitting description. To be honest, I'm starting to feel sorry for you. If you hadn't plotted to capture Tilsburg and cut off the capital's water transport routes, I might have been able to buy you a chance. But now..."

At this point, Isolde shook her head helplessly, the implication being self-evident.

As mentioned earlier, someone has to be responsible in war. Since the victors cannot make mistakes, the losers must bear all the responsibility.

Neither of the two masterminds can be pardoned.

Vilia needs to use their heads to give an explanation to the people of the capital who are starving, and also to give a warning to the nobles who are still waiting and watching.

"It is indeed a bit of a regret! I was really looking forward to seeing, and even participating in, the endless wars of the future, to leave my name in history with victory after victory. Unfortunately, there are no 'what ifs' in this world. Perhaps dying like this is not a bad choice. Promise me, when you kill my family, do it quickly, don't let them suffer too much..."

Chapter 1133 Execution

With the fall of Tilsburg, the nobles who launched the rebellion were wiped out in less than half a month. All those who participated or were implicated were slaughtered by this mysterious army that made its debut on the stage.

When Taser returned to the capital with prisoners and a string of heads, the city's inhabitants erupted in unprecedented enthusiasm.

Especially when they heard that the rebels had blocked the river, many people were worried that it would lead to widespread famine, and food prices were rising three times a day, soon to be beyond the reach of the lower classes.

But now, the Queen's army has managed to wipe out the rebels who occupied the fortified military stronghold in just a few days, and even the two main culprits have been taken prisoner. The dark cloud hanging over their hearts has vanished without a trace. And those unscrupulous merchants and nobles who tried to take advantage of the national crisis to raise food prices have all lost a lot of money.

More importantly, the Queen displayed her strongest side this time, vowing never to pardon even a single rebel, and to use their blood and heads to declare that even nobles, once they violate the kingdom's laws, will be punished just as mercilessly as commoners.

Kill the nobles!

What an incredible scene!

Since the founding of the kingdom, the number of nobles who have been beheaded for breaking the law is extremely small; most of them eventually paid a ransom and the matter was resolved peacefully.

As a result, the area around the Execution Square was immediately filled with a dense crowd of people who had come to watch the spectacle.

Among them were ordinary people filled with excitement and anticipation, as well as nobles with livid faces and eyes burning with anger.

At this very moment, the intense contradiction between the exploiting class and the exploited class has been fully escalated into a confrontation, incited by certain individuals.

The nobles believed that these commoners dared to insult them in such a way and that they should all be put to death.

The common people, on the other hand, felt that the nobles had enjoyed their privileges for too long and it was time for them to relinquish some of their rights and land so that talented people in the lower classes could also have the opportunity to change their fate.

Sensing the surging public opinion below, Vilia, seated on the high platform, slightly pursed her lips, a faint smile appearing on her face. Without turning her head, she said, "Do you see? This is the power that the nobles have always ignored! The power of the lowly ants! Although each of them is so weak, even cowardly, as long as one hand gathers them together, they can form a torrent powerful enough to destroy the nobles. A new era has begun, but unfortunately, those who have one foot in the grave are still completely unaware."

“My lord, the nobles cannot be completely replaced yet. You’d better remain calm and not let victory go to your head,” Isolt reminded him in a low voice.

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid. Radicalism is not a good thing; it will cause too much damage to the existing system. I've read about this in books. I need to keep the kingdom stable and complete the centralization and reforms as smoothly as possible. Suppressing the nobles must be done little by little to prevent them from being driven into a corner and doing something crazy."