Chapter 1214 Leader of the Revolutionary Army
The support troops of the Great Zhou and the Warrior Women continued to evacuate. During this process, the Giant Eagle Knight who had gone deep into the Smith Kingdom to investigate the situation returned...
"Your Majesty, it seems that a rebellion has occurred in the rear of the Smith Kingdom, and the royal city has been occupied by a large number of slaves."
Zhou Xu didn't have much thought when he learned about this situation.
It is only a matter of time before an extreme slavery system like this, which enslaves other races on a large scale and exploits them madly, will backfire.
"Any other news? No matter how important it is, tell me everything you saw."
At that time, the Giant Eagle Knight could only observe from the air and it was impossible for him to land and ask questions, so his understanding was very limited.
Now that their Majesty has said so, the Giant Eagle Knight just spoke whatever came to his mind. When he mentioned that red flags were hung in the royal city, Zhou Xu's eyelids jumped.
"What's the pattern on that red flag? Do you see it clearly?"
"As for the pattern, there's a very strange symbol on it..."
The Giant Eagle Knight gestured as he spoke.
"It looks like a sickle and a hammer crossed together."
Hearing this, Zhou Xu was stunned.
[What the hell?! ]
At the same time, in the royal city of Smith Kingdom...
After successfully killing Smith V, their revolutionary flag was raised on the top of the stone castle.
Seeing the flag fluttering in the wind in the flames, the members of the revolutionary army lurking in the dark seemed to have received a shot of adrenaline. They rushed out from all over the streets and alleys, shouting as they rushed forward...
"The King is Dead!!!"
With loud roars, they held sickles, pitchforks and other farm tools as weapons, and joined forces with other slaves to easily rush into the homes of the slave owners, dragging them out of their beds and executing them! One family, two families, three families! As more and more slave owners were killed, the number of slaves wielding farm tools on the streets increased. They gathered together like a snowball, making their group larger and larger!
During this period, under the leadership of the revolutionary army cadre Gilt, Narga walked into the stone castle. As the "Hand of the King", Narga was no stranger to the king's residence, but this time, the scene before him did not make him feel any familiarity.
The bodies of the Wang family guards were lying all over the road. Among them, the head of the guard leader who he mentioned had the strength of the Hundred Refining Realm was now placed at the gate, which was truly shocking.
At this moment, the entire castle has been occupied by the revolutionary army. They are scattered all over the castle, replacing the royal guards. They keep looking at him, and there is not much kindness in their eyes.
But there were also some revolutionaries who bowed and saluted him as he walked by. They were probably slaves like Gilt who had been helped by him.
Soon, they arrived outside the king's government room.
But Smith V was not keen on handling government affairs. He only liked to enjoy himself, indulge in women, and constantly increase the number of his concubines. Since Smith V ascended the throne, the symbolic significance of the King's Government Office has outweighed its practical significance.
Basically, those government documents would be sent directly to his residence for him to handle.
Now coming here again, Narga's mood is extremely complicated.
The last time he was here was when Smith IV was still alive.
Now that I come here again, everything has changed...
“Boom boom boom!”
Gilt walked up and knocked on the door of the government office.
"Chief, Lord Narga is here."
Soon, a powerful voice came from inside.
"Come in!"
With permission, Gilt pushed open the door, then stepped aside and made a "please" gesture to Narga who was standing behind him.
Taking a deep breath, Narga adjusted his mood and walked into the house.
At this moment, candles had been lit in the room, and Narga saw the figure sitting at the table at a glance. Even while sitting there, he could feel the other person's tall stature.
At this time, the other party was casually flipping through the books on the table. It was not until Narga walked to the table that he slowly stopped and looked over.
Light skin, protruding nose, blue eyes, untidy beard, and some people are middle-aged with only a circle of hair on the back of the head and a bald scalp. This is a very typical Caucasian appearance.
White people like this can be seen everywhere in their Smith Kingdom, but unlike those white slaves, the white man in front of him exudes a powerful aura, and the moment they looked at each other, he actually felt frightened.
He had only felt this feeling from General Fisher.
This reminded Narga of what Gilt had said before: the leader of the revolutionary army was a strong man in the Vajra Realm! It was no exaggeration to say that just this one glance confirmed it thoroughly for Narga.
Then, before he could speak, the figure sitting in the king's seat spoke first...
"I have heard of you for a long time, Mr. Narga. Let me introduce myself. I am the leader of the revolutionary army, Peter Petronovich Tchaikovsky. You can call me Peter."
The length of the name made Narga even more curious about the leader of the revolutionary army in front of him.
The other party not only possessed the strength of the Vajra Realm, but he could also feel from his words, actions, and name that he had obviously received a certain level of cultural education.
The person in front of him is a white person, which is simply unimaginable in the Smith Kingdom where black supremacy reigns.
"Sir Peter, I'm very curious, how did you do it?"
Narga didn't ask too specific questions, but Peter understood what he meant, and he just smiled...
"Let me put it this way. I am a chosen one, and this is my fifteenth year in this world."
The moment he heard the words "God's Chosen One", a look of surprise suddenly appeared on Narga's face.
[It turns out that he is the same Chosen One as the first King Smith I! 】
For many indigenous people, no more words are needed. The three words "Chosen One" are enough to answer most of their questions.
"Let me be frank, Lord Narga, I want to hire you to be the governor of our 'Rakshasa Republic'."
"And you will become the king of this 'Rakshasa Republic'?"
Nalga asked back.
Even though Peter used a new term, it did not prevent Narga from understanding it.
There is no doubt that the other party no longer intends to let the Smith Kingdom continue to exist...
“That’s understandable.”
Peter admitted it generously and had no intention of hiding it at all.
"Sir Peter, I want to talk to you before I make a decision."
"sure."
Peter was very easy to talk to, and the two of them chatted until dawn.
Peter stretched his muscles and listened to the noise outside the stone castle. He put on his black coat, pushed open the door leading to the external balcony from the government office, and walked out.
Bathed in the morning sunshine, I looked at the figures that had filled the area around the castle and even the streets outside without me noticing.
Peter, who had been forbearing for fifteen years and developing silently in secret, felt his heartbeat speed up unconsciously. He had finally waited for the day when he could be proud of himself! He raised his hand, and the scene suddenly became quiet. Then Peter took a deep breath and shouted loudly...
"I declare! From today on, our 'Rakshasa Republic' is officially established! Ulla!!!"
"Ulla!!!!"
(End of this chapter)
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