Chapter 901 - 125: Curtain Falls
In the Imperial Palace Hall, thousands of candles simultaneously dimmed, and then, as if to burn themselves out and bring dawn to this eerie and dark night, their light suddenly flared brightly.
One by one, the mutants were torn apart, their bodies sliced open by the bright sword light.
The flames sealed their wounds just right, preventing the infectious blood from flowing freely, and the nauseating smell of scorched flesh made the Greek nobles squint their eyes in discomfort.
They watched these demons being slaughtered like mowing grass, feeling both the relief of having escaped with their lives and a sense of sorrow for the eminent nobles who had been wiped out.
The flash of light cut through the darkness, illuminating the gloomy night.
In Ragaya’s mind, a saying from the story of the Demon Hunter, inscribed on Geralt Van Helsing’s sword hilt, popped up; it was so apt for the occasion.
"Will you surrender?"
Viviana looked at the usurper standing among the corpses and lightly raised the sharp blade in her hand.
Pisistratus showed a bitter smile. He had gained great power from the witch and used it to secretly control most of the court ministers, but now it seemed that this power might find it hard to deal with this female swordswoman.
"I never expected that a female swordswoman under the Crusader Princes, someone I’ve never heard of, could possess such terrifying power. No wonder Your Majesty is willing to bet on you."
He glanced deeply at the Empress. With this female swordswoman’s slaughter, those who merely filled seats could now make way for others.
According to the Empress’s usual style, it’s likely she’d promote a group of young, enterprising ministers.
He laughed openly, "Ha, win or lose, it’s not a bad outcome after all."
Immediately, he adopted the Turkic swordsmanship passed down by the border guards.
Viviana nodded to him, then drew her sword across her chest. In the next moment, countless candles flickered simultaneously, and amidst the shadows of twenty marble columns, the forms of many female swordswomen appeared.
They seemed to flicker along with the play of light and shadow, their swords lightning-fast and unending.
Boom, boom, boom—
The sound of countless blades clashing reverberated under the high dome, echoing and weaving a melodic symphony.
With a loud explosion, Pisistratus was blasted away like a cannonball, embedding into a marble column.
"You’re quite good."
The female swordswoman opposite him expressed some surprise.
Pisistratus panted heavily; the power of the plague strengthened his body, allowing him to barely keep up.
But after all, he had only just become an extraordinary recently and had pitifully little experience fighting against an equally extraordinary opponent.
He smirked self-deprecatingly, "Just the howl of an Anatolian wild dog."
After just a few short exchanges, he felt his wrist beginning to numb. It was hard to imagine such terrifying strength hidden within this female swordswoman’s seemingly petite figure, who wore a deer horn hood.
"Will you surrender?"
Viviana asked again.
The opponent’s swordsmanship was sometimes like the undercurrents of the Bosphorus Strait, sometimes like the spins of Sassan dancers, sometimes grand like the sun, sometimes eerie like shadows—it was impossible to fathom this female swordswoman’s combat style.
Pisistratus staggered to his feet, standing upright, touching the treasure sword bestowed to him during the suppression of the Bulgarian rebellion: "Lady, dying in battle is the best outcome for me."
The Christ Statue under the dome cast a sad and compassionate gaze. Ragaya lowered her head slightly, with the pearl tassels of the crown forming a shadow over her eyes.
The gazes of these two kindred spirits, both dedicated to the revival of the Empire, had intersected many times amidst the intense battle.
She looked at those angry faces and at her daughter burdened with the name of Komnenos, pulling her sharp voice, shouting, "We can’t just simply kill this damned traitor; I want him tied to a heated bronze bull so that all the city can witness the fate of a traitor!"
"Enough!"
The Empress suppressed a look of disdain. "Let this court coup be confined to the courtiers internally."
Viviana slowly raised the weapon in her hand and sighed softly.
With gentle movements, she pierced the sharp blade in her hand through Pisistratus’s heart. He looked up, still with a smile on his face, and murmured softly, "Lady, the person behind me is very dangerous; please stop her."
Viviana nodded slightly; the magic power on the sword blade erupted, sweeping away all the "special" within Pisistratus’s body, thoroughly severing his vitality.
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"You can’t leave."
The air echoed with
Tashia’s voice becoming exceedingly high-pitched:" "
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The Christ Statue under the dome cast a sad and compassionate gaze. Ragaya lowered her head slightly, with the pearl tassels of the crown forming a shadow over her eyes.
The gazes of these two kindred spirits, both dedicated to the revival of the Empire, had intersected many times amidst the intense battle.
She looked at those angry faces and at her daughter burdened with the name of Komnenos, pulling her sharp voice, shouting, "We can’t just simply kill this damned traitor; I want him tied to a heated bronze bull so that all the city can witness the fate of a traitor!"
"Enough!"
The Empress suppressed a look of disdain. "Let this court coup be confined to the courtiers internally."
Viviana slowly raised the weapon in her hand and sighed softly.
With gentle movements, she pierced the sharp blade in her hand through Pisistratus’s heart. He looked up, still with a smile on his face, and murmured softly, "Lady, the person behind me is very dangerous; please stop her."
Viviana nodded slightly; the magic power on the sword blade erupted, sweeping away all the "special" within Pisistratus’s body, thoroughly severing his vitality.
The Christ Statue under the dome cast a sad and compassionate gaze. Ragaya lowered her head slightly, with the pearl tassels of the crown forming a shadow over her eyes.
The gazes of these two kindred spirits, both dedicated to the revival of the Empire, had intersected many times amidst the intense battle.
She looked at those angry faces and at her daughter burdened with the name of Komnenos, pulling her sharp voice, shouting, "We can’t just simply kill this damned traitor; I want him tied to a heated bronze bull so that all the city can witness the fate of a traitor!"
"Enough!"
The Empress suppressed a look of disdain. "Let this court coup be confined to the courtiers internally."
Viviana slowly raised the weapon in her hand and sighed softly.
With gentle movements, she pierced the sharp blade in her hand through Pisistratus’s heart. He looked up, still with a smile on his face, and murmured softly, "Lady, the person behind me is very dangerous; please stop her."
Viviana nodded slightly; the magic power on the sword blade erupted, sweeping away all the "special" within Pisistratus’s body, thoroughly severing his vitality.