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Chapter 427 The Storm Has Subsided (Please Subscribe, Please Subscribe)

As the situation changed, the seventeenth prince sounded the clarion call for counterattack.

In the past two days, the Seventeenth Prince has been quietly accumulating strength in the dark, waiting for the right opportunity. He will only take action after Prince Longte eliminates the Crown Prince.

It was because he saw through Prince Longte's ambition and the Crown Prince's cowardice and incompetence.

Therefore, the Seventeenth Prince did not move his troops so that he could deal a fatal blow to the enemy at this moment.

Just when Prince Longte was feeling complacent and thought the world was settled, the Seventeenth Prince gave a decisive order.

In an instant, half of Prince Longte's army, which he thought was as solid as a rock, began to turn against him.

This sudden change was like a bolt from the blue, catching Prince Longte off guard, and his dream of becoming emperor began to crumble.

The once unified army is now split into two factions. The conservatives remain loyal to Prince Longte, while most of the younger grassroots officers have sided with the Seventeenth Prince.

The armies of both sides confronted each other on the streets of the city. The tense atmosphere was like a dark cloud covering the city, making it hard to breathe.

On the city wall, the soldiers were lined up in neat rows with serious faces. The archers' fingers were tightly gripping the bowstrings, ready to shoot thousands of arrows at the command.

War horses on both sides of the street raised their heads and neighed loudly, and the sound of armor colliding echoed in the silent night.

The generals waved their weapons and flags and led their soldiers to charge towards each other.

Every collision and every clash of swords was accompanied by splattering blood and screams.

The moon was obscured by thick clouds, as if it was unwilling to witness this tragic scene.

This night was destined to be a sleepless night filled with swords, sabers, and blood.

"Seventeenth nephew, why do you and I have to fight each other like this? Why don't we join forces? I will manage the country for the first thirty years, and you will manage the country for the next thirty years. How about that?"

Prince Longte tried to use family affection as a bargaining chip to shake the determination of the Seventeenth Prince, but this strategy seemed too naive.

The seventeenth prince did not grow up under the aura of the royal family. His childhood memories are filled with the tyranny and ugliness of the nobility.

Amid the ridicule of his peers, the Seventeenth Prince experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships within the royal family at an early age, which gave him a profound understanding of power and status that transcended his age.

The seventeenth prince, who grew up in such a special environment, had deep doubts and distrust about the concept of "family affection" advocated by the royal family.

In this royal family full of power struggles, the so-called family affection is often ruthlessly crushed by power and interests.

The Seventeenth Prince witnessed too many unscrupulous attempts to gain power and profit, and the endless intrigues and betrayals among family members.

These experiences made him deeply realize that in this cruel palace, the struggle for power is the eternal law.

Therefore, when Prince Longte tried to use family affection as a bargaining chip to sway him, the Seventeenth Prince just found it disgusting.

Ever since his biological mother was forced to submit to those despicable dignitaries for a living, the Seventeenth Prince made a vow in his heart: he would completely overthrow this corrupt country and expose all the injustice and darkness in broad daylight.

And now, everything he did was just the first step in realizing this grand plan.

The seventeenth prince raised his right hand and swung it down suddenly: "Shoot!"

The soldiers drew their bows and arrows in an orderly manner, and then, dense arrows flew towards the direction of Prince Longte like a storm.

Arrows streaked across the sky, whizzing and making sharp, piercing sounds, as if they were going to tear the sky apart.

Prince Longte was not unprepared.

The elite soldiers in front of him were well-trained, and they did not panic in the face of the sudden rain of arrows.

Instead, they formed a solid defensive formation, raised their shields, and formed an indestructible barrier. The arrows hit the shields and defensive facilities hard, making a deafening metal collision sound and sparks flying everywhere.

"Good! This is my royal heir!"

After enduring this wave of attacks from the Seventeenth Prince, a complex look of regret finally emerged on Prince Longte's face.

He looked at the young and powerful prince, feeling a lot of emotions in his heart.

The royal family has finally produced such an outstanding descendant, but unfortunately he is destined to perish here today. This is truly a pity.

To be honest, Prince Longte did have the idea of ​​winning over the Seventeenth Prince deep down in his heart.

Being able to build such a huge force by one's own requires talent and courage that is rare.

If the Seventeenth Prince could really join forces with Prince Longte, then the Longteng Empire would be as solid as a rock for the next hundred years, and no one would be able to shake it.

However, I will not allow others to snore beside my bed.

Although Prince Longte deeply admired the talents and abilities of the Seventeenth Prince, his years of political experience told him that one of him and the Seventeenth Prince must fall today.

Otherwise, the Longteng Empire will soon fall into a chaotic situation of division, which is something Prince Longte absolutely does not want to see.

The Seventeenth Prince also understood this principle very well, so he chose to defend the Holy Dragon City instead of breaking out of the city and engaging in a decisive battle with Prince Longte somewhere else.

This historic city became the battlefield where the two men fought to the death.

They all knew that this battle not only concerned personal life and death, but also determined the future fate of the Longteng Empire.

In this fateful showdown, only one person can stand to the end and become the true master of this country.

"It's so noisy outside. I can't sleep well."

Lin Yi sighed and woke up from the single bed in the dormitory. Tonight, there were shouts and screams everywhere in Shenglong City. It would be a problem if he could sleep well.

In fact, not only Lin Yi, but all the students in Holy Dragon College could not sleep tonight.

They gathered in front of the windows, witnessing the fierce fighting between the armies outside and the Holy Dragon City engulfed in flames.

Both the Seventeenth Prince and Prince Longte had personally issued orders strictly prohibiting soldiers from harassing the Holy Dragon Academy, and violators would be severely punished.

Elder Yunlong even activated the Holy Dragon Academy's defense formation, making it the safest place in Holy Dragon City.

Many civilians were eager to enter the Holy Dragon Academy to escape the war, but unfortunately, once the alchemy array was activated, the entire academy entered a state of full defense.

At this moment, people inside the academy cannot go out, and people outside cannot enter.

Holy Dragon Academy seemed to have become an isolated island, cut off from the chaos of the outside world.

The shouts and cries of killing echoed in the night for the entire night, along with the flames and smoke of war, bringing unprecedented turmoil to Shenglong City.

As the dawn gradually rose in the sky, these intense sounds began to slowly fade away and were eventually drowned out by the tranquility of the early morning.

At daybreak, soldiers began to walk out of the trenches, fatigue on their faces.

The streets were in ruins from last night's fighting. The broken buildings, scattered weapons and corpses all over the ground all silently told of the brutality of the battle.

The soldiers began to move silently, collecting the bodies scattered on both sides of the street.

In this era when technology was not yet developed, it was particularly important to handle and bury corpses in a timely manner, otherwise it might cause an uncontrollable plague.

(End of this chapter)