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“Father, I have no intention of submitting to the Griffin family. One day we will take their place!”

"Is it enough to submit to the royal family instead of the Griffin family?"

Fugra chuckled: "Tell me, what good price did you sell me for?"

In an instant, Flynn's expression changed drastically: "Attack!"

Two hands reached out from the ground and grabbed Fergra's feet, while two dark figures descended from the sky, their poisoned daggers gleaming coldly.

The disguised maid suddenly attacked, striking Fergra in the back with a palm strike.

Two daggers pierced Fergra's neck, and the hand pressed against the man's back continuously emitted waves of internal force, attempting to sever the target's heart meridian.

Fergra endured all the attacks without moving, his face grim, but a mocking smile played on his lips.

"If they can't even send out a single super-strong expert, the royal family is really doomed."

An immense force of recoil came from her palm, and the maid coughed up blood and flew backward.

With his left and right hands gripping the assassins who were locked in place by his aura and unable to move, Fogra exerted a little force and ripped their heads off.

"Want to run?"

He quickly pulled his hands back into the ground, and with a stomp of his foot, the terrifying shockwave instantly killed the assassin who hadn't even shown himself.

The two daggers fell, but they didn't even pierce Fergra's skin.

"A super strong person..."

Flynn watched this scene with a sense of melancholy: "Father, you had already broken through long ago."

Chapter 727 Killing Intent (Section 728)

What exactly are you thinking?

Instead of flying into a rage, Fugra asked with interest, "What did Isabel promise you that would make you help outsiders assassinate your father?"

Frynn felt a chill run down his spine at Fergra's attitude. He knew his father; if he were to fly into a rage, he might still have a chance of survival, but now...

"The Queen promised to support the Grant family in the future, making us the leading family in the east of the kingdom. But I agreed not entirely because of that."

Flynn retreated step by step: "Duke Yog and Petty are such good friends, if, if she really wins this time, will you still pass the position of head of the family to me?"

His face showed anger and grievance: "We agreed on fair competition, but her foreign aid is too strong, how can I compare to her!"

“Oh,” Fogra nodded.

"Wait! You can't kill me, I'm your son!"

Flynn's face grew increasingly grim. He quickly said, "The Grant family is small. Spare my life, and I can help the family prosper!"

That's true.

Fugra stroked his chin and thought for a moment: "A boar can still be of some use."

"That......"

Flynn was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed drastically.

"I'll spare your life, so you can make one last contribution to the family."

In a flash, Fergra appeared in front of his son, pressing his hand against Flynn's head.

Amidst a piercing scream, Flynn's body began to convulse violently.

With a thud, the dazed man collapsed to the ground, drooling.

Flynn

Looking at his son, who had a dazed expression, Fogra said calmly, "You're out."

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"Miss Gillian, the situation in the west and east is not good. When will the Blackwater Army arrive?"

"My father will lead the legion out of the territory soon, but the north is far from here, so we will have to fight the battle ourselves tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Ignaz was immediately filled with disappointment.

"Without the support of the legendary legion, this battle will be difficult."

"With my sister here, and with me here, victory is assured in tomorrow's battle!"

Alf was clearly displeased. This Ignaz was not only a count of the kingdom, but also a super strong person.

But he sighed and complained all day long, which dampened the morale of his own troops!

"The situation is dire. All the reinforcements from the west have been blocked by the Momedi family. Duke Cecil is just short of raising the banner of rebellion."

"The most powerful Marquis Grant in the east has gone even further. He launched a war against the Griffin family without declaring war, and has completely broken ties with the royal family."

"Without support from both the East and the West, the noble coalition we've painstakingly assembled numbers only 60,000, while the South reportedly has mobilized 150,000 troops, commanded by the renowned general Carmen..."

"enough!"

Seeing that many nobles had turned pale and their eyes darted around after Ignaz’s words, Alf was furious.

"The war is about to begin tomorrow, Ignaz, don't you dare disrupt morale here!"

"I was analyzing the situation, how did that disrupt morale?"

Ignaz shouted, "If Duke Hayway isn't ready, Her Majesty the Queen certainly is!"

"In my opinion, we don't need to rush into this battle. We can just wait for the royal family's two legendary legions to arrive and then crush them."

"Miss Gillian, do you think what I said makes sense?"

Ignaz looked expectantly at Gillian, whose brows were slightly furrowed: "Everyone knows that the Bone Legion and the Kheshig are currently dealing with the Holy King's Church."

"How can a mere crippled Blue Wing Army withstand Her Majesty the Queen's iron cavalry?"

Ignaz was secretly anxious. He didn't know Duke Yog's plans, but it was a fact that only the Blue Wing Army remained in the south.

He can only trick the Queen once, and he should do it big, directly ruining the royal family!

"Her Majesty's decision to remain inactive is not without its reasons."

Seeing that Ignaz still looked bewildered, Gillian comforted him, "The Southern military strength was greatly depleted in the last civil war, and the 150,000 troops are just a figurehead."

"Their army may be a little larger than ours, but by a very limited amount."

"The Blue Wing Army has been stationed in Yog territory for a long time without making any moves, so tomorrow's battle will not involve the legendary level."

"Carmen's performance in the last civil war was commendable, but if that's all..."

Gillian smiled smugly: "He's no match for me!"

The commander's strong confidence inspired all the nobles, and their morale soared.

Ignaz narrowed his eyes slightly, a smile appearing on his face, but a murderous intent surged within him.

'This woman is much more troublesome than Alfred.'

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Thump, thump, thump, thump.

The rhythmic sound of war drums echoed throughout the entire camp. After Gillian finished washing up, she silently repeated "Victory!" three times in her heart.

Today's battle is too important; she must win!

As I stepped out of the main tent, a man with a tense expression walked towards me.

“Count Ignaz?” Gillian noticed that this super strong man's mental state didn't seem to be very good.

"I didn't sleep at all last night... I was too nervous."

Ignaz smiled wryly, "I have to win, I will win. Thinking like this, I didn't realize it was morning."

“We will win,” Gillian said with certainty.

"Yes, Miss Gillian, Commander, we're counting on you today!"

Ignaz smiled and extended his hand, and Gillian smiled and extended her right hand in return.

“This is a war for everyone, and Gillian needs your bravery.”

After saying that, Gillian tried to let go.

She let go, but Ignaz did not.

The man stared intently at Gillian: "Miss Gillian, I have never seen a girl like you before."

Ignaz's gaze was aggressive, and Gillian blushed instantly.

She felt an itch in her palms, and her heart was beating faster and faster.

"Your Excellency, please, please let go."

"Ignaz!" Alf's roar came from afar.

Excuse me.

Ignaz released his grip, gave Gillian an apologetic smile, and then immediately walked away.

"That lecherous scoundrel!"

"Don't"

Gillian grabbed her angry brother and said, "Ignaz didn't do anything to me."

"Not yet? I saw it all! He's deliberately taking advantage of you!"

"Sister, Ignaz is no good, don't be fooled by him."

"What do you mean by that?"

Gillian held Alf's hand tightly and said in a deep voice, "War is about to break out, and we cannot afford to have internal conflicts at this time."

"Can......"

"No buts!"

Gillian interrupted Alfred: "I have no feelings for him, brother, don't worry about it."