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Minister Onester, like most nobles in this country, actually had unparalleled contempt and discrimination against the common people.

Therefore, even though he knew that what he did would inevitably cause rebellion, he did not take the Revolutionary Army to heart from beginning to end.

Knowledge does not help him escape his deep-rooted prejudice.

Until now.

He also believed that the Revolutionary Army and the Night Attacks would inevitably be gone under the supreme imperial instruments of the empire.

Time approaches little by little.

Everyone on the wall of the imperial capital could already see the army gradually approaching.

The queue is neat and grand.

The army that has experienced wars on the border and has been trained by queens like Esdes is not comparable to those of the greedy and corrupt security guards in the imperial capital, so everyone who looks directly at this army can feel that kind of horror.

And just as the army was approaching the imperial capital, it suddenly stopped.

The reason was that the woman who was walking in the front raised a palm.

Esdes was wearing a white military uniform, and her full-fitting outfit fully highlighted her hot figure, with a straight back and a deep gaze. Anyone who looked directly at her would feel like she was being targeted by a predator.

She stared at the imperial capital in front of her, with a smile on her lips.

"This is a really good place. Can this thousand-year-old ancient city survive today?"

Yes, she is waiting.

The revolutionary army was waiting for the night attacks that might have arrived nearby.

If the night attack and the Revolutionary Army wanted to win, they had to destroy her and her army, so they would definitely come back.

At this moment.

Artoria stood on the hillside not far away, staring at the army from afar and also at Esdes.

"What a great general." She whispered, "The spirit of this team has been integrated with the generals. She must have great prestige in it. Even in my former kingdom, I have never had such a general or an army."

This is by no means Artoria is underestimating herself.

If she was asked to bring her former troops to fight the troops in front of her, she would definitely not have much winning rate.

Even her army was also fanatical and afraid of her.

Joan of Arc, who also traveled on the battlefield during his lifetime, was speechless.

If Artoria's army might have the power to fight, then the army she once led was simply incomparable.

"I'm increasingly trying to get her to join the Knights of the Round Table." Artoria said again, with a certain desire in her eyes. "No matter whether her personality is really as bad as Najeta said, the ability to train alone gives her this value and qualification."

"Yes, they are all yours, you can take them all home." Joan of Arc looked speechless, "So we go there now?"

"No, wait a little longer." Artoria shook her head.

His eyes looked further away, where several armies were also constantly approaching.

Just in comparison.

Those armies seemed a little unbearable, with messy teams, disobeying commands, and people's hearts were floating. The only thing worthy of praise was the fighting spirit wrapped in hatred and hope.

The Revolutionary Army also stopped just hundreds of meters away from the army of Esdes.

In a certain army, the general Barthley, who was once pretended to be by Chelsey.

This senior executive of the revolutionary army, who was born in a turbulent manner, could not be completely calm even if he controlled himself.

"Chelsey, the people from An Ningdao have arrived, when will the night attackers take action?" he asked.

According to the plan, the night attackers eliminated the enemy's imperial envoys, and they eliminated the enemy's army.

If both sides win, the real victory is.

As the former general of the Empire, no one knows the horror of Esdes better than them.

Chelsey didn't speak, but looked around.

Suddenly, pointing to a certain place.

"They are here."

Because of the rich and overly active magic in the air, everyone in this world can have good physical fitness as long as they exercise a little. Therefore, almost all the soldiers saw the two people walking towards Esdes a few hundred meters away.

There was a sudden commotion in the revolutionary army.

"Those two people... are the helpers of the night attack you mentioned?" Barthel opened his eyes wide, nervous so much that his voice was a little sharp, "What are they doing? Surrender?"

The two men walked towards the entire army step by step.

Almost no one thinks they are going to fight.

The first reaction is to surrender.

"Of course not." Chelsey didn't know how to explain, because she had never seen Artoria and the other two attacked, and just said calmly, "Don't worry, we just need to watch."

And on the other side.

Esdes was also watching the two people walking towards him.

They are all women?

She showed a rather curious expression.

Nothing can be seen from the breath.

Artoria stopped just a few dozen meters away from her, and Joan of Arc was a little weaker, and just as everyone was thinking about what they were going to do, Artoria spoke.

"I am the Knight King! Artoria Pandragorn!"

At this opening, the sound was like a storm suddenly rolling up from the sea, rushing towards all directions in a tsunami-like manner.

Even Esdes' army began to stir up in this place, and the source of the commotion was like a frightened mount.

And some people in the Revolutionary Army almost fell off the horse.

What's this?

Some kind of imperial instrument that can amplify the sound?

No one can imagine that the sound of a person's speech will instantly fill the entire world, spreading and echoing along the rolling waves of air.

Esdes finally showed an interesting expression.

The long whip in his hand swung forward and made a snap.

"Knight King? I have never heard of it, can you be self-proclaimed?" Her tone was joking, and she looked at Artoria with inadequate eyes.

Her pretty face and snow-like skin look like a girl of only sixteen or seventeen years old, but her eyes and temperament are indeed like a king who has experienced many battles.

interesting.

Asdes could have predicted that today's battle might not disappoint her.

"Why do you need others to decide the glory of the king?" Artoria did not let her voice spread like she had just now, but it still floated clearly into most of the army. "I am king, no matter where I am, I am still king."

"Then, this girl who calls herself the king." Asdes deliberately augmented her voice in the words of self-proclaiming, "What's the matter with you standing in front of me?"