Data Wasteland - 860th back stab

“Pong Cang!”

Aiyin entered through the window holding Chen Xing, rolled a few times on the ground, and stood up.

At this time, the main hall on the second floor of the palace was crowded with reformers. They immediately identified the identity of the supreme commander and crowded around.

“We are on the fifth offense!”

Chen Xing looked around, found a suitable location-the wall lamp, teleported over, and climbed on it to observe the situation at the entrance of the hall.

The hall is a double-arched door, which can accommodate five to six people to pass through. Hundreds of reformed people guard the door, constantly squeezing in.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and several bodies flew out from the door, accompanied by a large number of broken parts, smashing everywhere like hail.

In order to observe the situation inside, Chen Xing changed the position facing the gate.

Looking inward, in the middle of the hall of the Lord, six gorgeously dressed nobles stand side by side. They are four men and two women. They hold swords very gracefully. One hand is behind the back and the other is holding the hilt of the sword forward. Handed it out, Jian Feng pointed to the door.

Outside the gate, two lord-level transformers summoned their Yuling, a mechanical spider and a robust mechanical puppet.

The mechanical spider danced its feet, quickly climbed to the ceiling, turned upside down, and quickly crawled into the hall. The mechanical puppet is three or four meters high, like a flexible Valkyrie mecha, jumped up in the crowd, clutching the door frame with both hands, kicking the legs again, and flying towards the six people in the hall.

Two Yulings took the lead, and the reformers behind them squeezed in one after another.

Facing the fierce offensive, the six of them looked indifferent, and at the same time they handed out their sharp swords and assassinated them forward.

The moment the sword came out, the light behind them was bright, and the six huge swords were born, and they stabbed at the mechanical spiders on the ceiling, the mechanical puppets that swooped in, and a large number of reformers who rushed in.

A lot of things happened at this moment, two great swords stab at the mechanical spider. The latter immediately released the ceiling, and eight pointed, long and sharp feet greeted him.

However, seeing the huge sword turning from the hilt, driving the sword body to rotate, a spark flashed, and the puppet spider’s eight legs were not broken, and the round body fell heavily to the ground.

On the other side, two giant swords stab like mechanical puppets leaping from the front. Only heard a snap, the neck of the puppet was pierced by a sword, the huge head flew back, and the other huge sword pierced into the chest of the puppet, electric sparks crackled.

The remaining two giant swords cut the rushing transformant into parts like cutting melons and vegetables.

After resolving the attack, the six returned to their original positions, standing gracefully, with their swords pointed at the door, as if sending an invitation to the attackers outside, inviting them to come in and die.

The six sword-wielding musicians worked together and cooperated perfectly, and they didn’t know how much force it would take to attack.

The fighting outside was urgent, and Chen Xing could not tolerate any hesitation. He immediately ordered, “Make room!”

The reformer squeezed outside the door immediately backed up and gave up the passage.

Chen Xing walked to the door, pointed to the six figures in the middle of the hall, and announced loudly, “Seeing that you are talents, give you a chance to surrender!”

“Let go of your weapons and catch them with no effort, keep your family and status!”

“You are dreaming!” a female noble sternly scolded, and immediately pierced with a sword.

The white light was dazzling, and the giant sword hit directly. Chen Xing’s scalp was slightly tingling, and he immediately moved to the back side.

The huge sword pierced out the gate, and was finally blocked by the psychic shields opened by dozens of reformers. The slender mechanical arm grasped the hilt and slowly retracted.

“Stubbornness, then go to death!”

Chen Xing gritted his teeth and concentrated his energy at the same time, sending psychic energy to the tactical satellites in the universe.

A layer of blue light appeared on the flywheel, gradually becoming crystal clear.

As the spirit sea surged, a rune rose slowly, blooming golden light.

“Outer flywheel, ninetet!”

After a few seconds of silence, a huge piercing scream came from the sky, the sound was so loud and sharp that it almost pierced the eardrum.

The two streamers moved forward alternately and whirled down. Soldiers who passed by squatted down, covering their ears, and were tortured by the sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Between the two breaths, the streamer smashed the window and flew into the castle, flying towards the hall of the Lord.

“Be careful!”

Six sword-wielding musicians gathered their spirits at the same time, and the fast-rotating flywheel arrived in no time. Two giant swords were born, and the blade stabbed on the flywheel.

“clang!”

The foul sparks spurted out, the flywheel bounced to the side, but the power of the maneuver was not reduced, on the wall of the hall

Wiping a bright spark, it ejected towards the six people in the middle.

When the six people saw this, their expressions changed drastically. Two of them controlled their swords to open the flywheel, but the flywheel was like a pinball, carrying the power of maneuvering, and quickly bounced back using the wall.

In the next half a second, the clanking beating sound in the hall circulated endlessly, and the sprayed sparks were like stars in the fireworks, spraying like rain.

In the enclosed space, the outer flywheel with the nine trot attached was like a marble in a pinball machine, jumping up and down, bounce back and forth, extremely difficult, keeping the six sword-wielding musicians busy for a while.

Chen Xing listened carefully, the beating noise in the hall gradually became smaller, and finally calmed down.

“Gera, Gera, Gera…”

A small whistle sound came from the hall, and a trace of evil evoked from the corner of Chen Xing’s mouth.

“They are winding up, rushing in, killing them without leaving a piece of armor!”

Although the opponent blocked the outer flywheel, it also exhausted the clockwork of the music box. If you want to continue driving the sword puppet, you have to stop and wind up.

Taking advantage of this gap, the reformers from outside swarmed in and killed the six sword-wielding musicians on the spot. Without sword puppets, they are just a bunch of lambs to be slaughtered.

“The entrance to the inner temple is behind the throne!”

The reformers in the main hall of the occupying power soon discovered the passage in the inner hall and rushed in immediately!

“Speed ​​up the action and capture the Lord of Lyra!”

At the same time, in the inner hall of Tianqin Palace, the gate was closed and the lights were dim.

Shu Mu Hongde guarded the door with four sword-wielding musicians. Behind him were the children of Shu Mu’s family, the relatives of the king, and several important ministers of the principality.

Except for Shu Mu Bingchen and Shu Mu Xianglan, who are leading outside, the most powerful people in the entire Tianqin Principality are here.

“Boom boom boom!”

In the deathly silence, a heavy knock on the door suddenly sounded, and everyone looked shocked and scared.

The knock on the door was rough and irritable. If it were his own, he would certainly not be so rude. The only possibility is that it has fallen outside.

“The Lord…”

Everyone looked gloomy and looked at Shu Mu Hongde.

Shu Mu Hongde looked at the closed door, slowly raised his head and closed his eyes. He once imagined the day when the Shumu royal family failed, but he did not expect that this day would come so soon.

“Father, what should we do next?” The prince Shu Mu Hengyuan stepped forward and asked. What should be faced, always have to be faced.

He still remembered what the Prime Minister said at dinner that as long as they are willing to surrender, they will retain the rights of the Shumu royal family. This is just a civil war in the palace, there is no need to fight to death.

Shu Mu Hongde turned his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light bloomed.

“What do you want to say?” he asked his eldest son.

Photographed by his father’s prolonged majesty and oppression, Shu Muhengyuan was speechless for a while and did not dare to express his thoughts.

At this moment, the arc beating in front, a figure appeared in front of everyone.

The person who came here looked calm, but with a power of dominion over the world. This person is the chief of this attack, the prime minister of Ice Blue City, Chen Xing!

Chen Xing looked around, finally set his eyes on Shu Muhongde’s face, and said solemnly, “I’ll say it one more time, surrender!”

“I will retain the rights of the Shumu royal family!”

“Go in your dreams!” Shu Muhongde shouted loudly, “Even if Tianqin perishes the emperor and the country, he will never betray the owner to seek glory, take refuge in the temptress, and be at the mercy of your kingdom’s treacherous minister!”

“Rebel, die!”

Shu Mu Hongde made a bold move and stabbed Chen Xing with a sword. The cracks in the space behind him opened, and a cold light pierced out of the sky.

Chen Xing’s figure shook and disappeared in place, leaving only a word, echoing in the empty dome of the inner hall.

“Give you a minute to think about it…”

“When you break the door, kill without mercy!”

A huge impact sounded immediately, as if the entire inner hall was shaking.

“Father, we are gone, surrender!”

At the moment of life and death, Shu Muhongde finally overcomes his fear of his father and speaks loudly.

“what did you say?”

Shu Mu Hongde slowly turned his head and looked at his eldest son with a very strange look.

Shu Mu Hengyuan seemed to be stung by his gaze, and he lowered his head involuntarily, but still persuaded him, “They attacked right away. We have only this person, and it is impossible to win.”

“Leave the green hills, no worries

Firewood will burn. ”

“Even if we go over there, we are still officials of the Red Kingdom!”

“Trash!” Shu Mu Hongde’s eyes were savage, like a furious lion, slapped the elder son’s face with a slap.

Shu Muhengyuan was slapped to the ground, the corners of his mouth cracked and blood flowed across.

“I don’t have a waste son like you!” Shu Muhongde roared, kicking the eldest son.

Then he raised his sword, facing the door, and his voice gradually calmed down, “My Shumu clan has been favored by the emperor for a long time.

“Today’s battle, Fang showed my true qualities of Lyra!”

“Lian Qin musician, play with me!”

“Yes!” The four sword-wielding musicians responded in unison, but their eyes drifted a little, intentionally or unconsciously looking at the prince who had fallen to the ground.

“Chang!” “Chang!” “Chang!”

A heavy impact sounded, dust slid down like thin lines, and the heavy cast iron gate deformed little by little with the impact.

Shu Mu Hengyuan clutched his swollen face, looking at the once tall figure, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

“Death to the country with one’s body, a thousand fame…”

Shu Muhongde held up the long sword, but before he could finish his rhetoric, a sword light stabbed from behind.

“puff!”

The sharp blade of the sword came out through his chest, and the blood spurted several meters high. Shu Mu Hongde turned his head hard, stared wide-eyed, and looked at his eldest son in disbelief.

“you you……”

Blood poured out of his mouth, his heart was pierced, and Shu Muhongde’s eyes gradually lost their vitality and became dull.

Everyone on the scene watched quietly, and no one showed shock or sadness, as if all this was taken for granted.

Only Shu Mu Hongde’s youngest daughter Shu Mu Xiangling looked sad and shed tears.

The eldest princess Shu Mu Xianglian hugged her sister’s shoulders, her eyes a little hollow. Just like a dream, it took only half an hour to go from heaven to hell.

“My father, please rest in peace.”

“From Tianqin, leave it to me…”

Shu Muhengyuan put down his father’s body, walked to the door, released the lock, and then stepped back, placed the sword on the ground and knelt down on one knee.

“Royal Shumu, please surrender to the Prime Minister!”

Everyone behind him also knelt down.

The door slowly opened, and Chen Xing walked in with his head high, followed by Ai Yin and a large number of reformed soldiers behind him.

Chen Xing glanced at the corpse lying in a pool of blood, looked at Shu Mu Hengyuan, and asked faintly, “Who is in charge now?”

Shu Mu Hengyuan raised his head, “The lord of the country has died, and the eldest son will exercise the monarchy on his behalf.”

“Okay.” Chen Xing nodded, “You go out now and let the people outside stop.”

“Yes!” Shu Muheng nodded far away, then got up and walked outside.

Chen Xing looked around and his eyes fell on Shu Mu Xianglian. The latter suddenly paled and trembling slightly.

His gaze wandered around the bumpy figure, and finally fell on the face of the childish girl.

“Aiyin!” Chen Xing turned around, “Look at them two, don’t let them run away.”

“Yes!”

Aiyin immediately rushed up with a group of reformers and imprisoned Princess Tianqin and the little princess.

Ten minutes later, the Principality of Tianqin formally surrendered, and the troops of the powerful family evacuated the palace at the request of the acting country master.

In this way, Chen Xing successfully won the Tianqin Fort.

The reformers and guards who occupied the palace immediately settled the wounded and cleaned the battlefield.

A moment later, on the third floor of Tianqin Palace, Chen Xing looked up at the towering organ with his hands on his back.

“My Prime Minister, the person you want is here.”

Behind him, Ai Yin escorted Princess Tianqin to the scene.

Chen Xing turned his head, looked at Shu Mu Xianglian with a faint smile, and then made a request, “Come on, Royal Highness Princess.”

“Take the first tune to me…”

“Like I said before.”

Shu Mu Xianglian had a look of despair in her eyes, but she had no right to refuse. It is the tradition of the red country that the city breaks down with a princess.

That night, the Principality of Lyra fell to its opponents. I don’t know if it was because of excessive sadness. Tonight, the princess’s piano sounded intermittently and often out of tune…