"Your Majesty, we are not..." A marquis couldn't help speaking, and suddenly noticed a flash of golden light in front of him, and something hit him on his forehead.

In the severe pain, he covered his forehead, and the warmth made him know that he was bleeding.

The king actually smashed him with something?

No! Even if he is a king, he cannot humiliate a noble noble like this!

The marquis was about to have an attack when he suddenly looked at the thing that smashed him in horror - it was the crown of King Juan!

At this moment, all the nobles were stunned, and everyone's minds were blank. They looked blankly at the empty king above their heads, and walked down from the high throne step by step.

The king's voice was like a judge sent by the gods, full of majesty: "Don't you want a fief? Yes! Even my crown? Yes! Wear this crown and go to the underworld to obtain your fief!"

This sentence is too heavy, so heavy that no noble dares to answer.

They knelt down in panic, and no one dared to look up at the king with his hair and beards angrily staring.

"Our nobility is born? Our power lasts forever? Perhaps..." The king seemed to be lamenting, and also said to himself: "But have you forgotten one thing?"

No one dared to speak, and every nobleman asked the same question in his mind: What's the matter?

The king said directly: "All our glory, power and wealth are based on contributions to mankind. Without food to the frontline, we are no different from the rats in the gutter."

The king ignored the nobles who had kneeled all over the ground, walked forward with great briskness towards the palace gate.

"Your Majesty..." The guard captain Punk picked up the king's crown.

Juan 56 refused and stepped out of the palace gate: "Keep it in a temporary way! If this land is lost, its name will become [Crown of Shame]!"

The king's words aroused the generals' enthusiasm.

The first general stood up and drew out his sword: "Stay in a while, keep up!"

The second, the third... the twenty-fifth man stood up, gritted his teeth, drew out his sword, and followed closely with firm and heavy steps.

They had generals in armor, pale nobles, elderly old men, and young young men with bad beards. They had something in common on their faces called [Courage].

When they came to the front square of the palace, they saw the king with his cheeks slightly facing the sky, and were shedding tears.

"Your Majesty!" Kingdom Marshal Dulles stepped forward and punched his chest alone.

"Well, that's just this little guy?" The king glanced at the thin lineup and suddenly smiled bitterly.

"Yes." The old marshal was silent.

"No wonder...no wonder...he foreseeed all this long ago, so he ignored me at all." The king's tears kept flowing.

"He is..."

"Kong Xu! A void, a prophet, and a warrior!" The elderly Gong Xiang stood up with a sword.

Marshal Dulles suddenly discovered that the guard chief Punk, who always followed the king like a shadow, was not there.

At this moment, in the palace hall, the king and everyone left, the nobles were at a loss. After a while, a marquis took the lead.

An earl whispered: "Your Majesty won't blame us, will you?"

"What are you afraid of? Almost all the great nobles in the country are here." The first marquis who rose up sneered.

The marquis, earls and viscounts here combined have hundreds of people.

Thinking of the truth that the crime is not punishing, these cowards suddenly became brave, got up, and patted their dirty pants.

At this time, a dense sound of leg armor touching the marble floor came. When the nobles reacted, they were surrounded by more than 200 guards of the Wang family.

"What are you doing? Your Majesty! Where is Your Majesty?" The marquis who led the lead was still stern.

The chief guard Pang Ke coldly opened an imperial decree: "Your Majesty's order that all nobles in the palace who refuse to go to the battlefield will be regarded as crimes against humanity! In view of the brave battles of your ancestors, they have been deprived of their titles and all territories from this moment, and demoted them to civilians! Please hand over your noble seals!"

This time, these nobles finally panicked.

"No! Wait! We are not anti-human!"

"This is definitely a misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding!"

"We want to see Your Majesty!"

What answered them was a series of cold eyes and sharp sword blades. The guards rushed over and roughly extended their hands to the seals on the nobles' minds.

That was once a symbol of their glory!

At this moment, every exquisitely patterned heraldry becomes dull.

"I am a hereditary marquis! You can't do this!"

"The Juan royal family will not die well if they deprive the vassals of their vassals!"

"Ah! You dare to do it!?"

"Don't beat, don't beat!"

All the rebels did not jump for long, and under quite limited violence, they surrendered.

In less than five minutes, the hall was basically quiet, with only low curses and sporadic crying.

In the square outside the palace, all the survivors were stunned. They did have the courage, but they did not expect that Juan, who had always been gentle, would make such a decision.

In traditional cognition, vassals are the foundation for the king to rule a country.

If the noble titles and territory of the vassals are confiscated, no matter who will be loyal to this king in the future, this practice alone may become the public enemy of the noble classes of various human countries!

The idea that vassals cannot be used casually without conclusive evidence of guilt has almost bound every king in the human world.

Only King Juan smiled bitterly: "I have always understood what Kong Xu meant, but I can't make up my mind. Those borers will only become props for the demons. Instead of letting them destroy the last hope of this kingdom, I might as well be this sinner? If God wants the Juan royal family to be extinct, I will accept this fate calmly."

"Your Majesty, you..." Marshal Dulles didn't know what to say.

"But before this, do you still have the courage to accompany me to hell? Just treat it for... the people!" The king's tragic smile was filled with determination and tears.

It is such a king that aroused the courage of the generals.

The marshal knelt on one knee and shouted: "Your Majesty! Please give an order!"

"Ming Xiang, open the arsenal and send the weapons to every man."

"Yes!" Gong Xiang understood something: "I will guard the royal capital!"

"Let Carlos and his son come out, as long as he is willing to take up the sword against the demons, he will be my eternal good brother!" After the king ordered Gong Xiang, he turned around: "Dear Marshal, are you interested in accompanying me?"
Chapter completed!