Fitlidi Palace, late at night. The palace covered by night is like a wild beast in a sleeping state. Although he did not open his eyes, the murderous aura released invisibly made people feel chilled and dared not approach it rashly.

The soldiers who were as straight as wooden stakes, holding submachine guns in their hands, glanced around with a cold look, and the two gates forged by special materials were closed, and even if they were used, it was impossible to easily blow open. The strong and burly fighting dogs were led by guards to patrol everywhere.

Tonight's palace has obviously changed differently from before.

But this difference cannot be felt in the eyes of outsiders, and even Muhansaka, who is in it, cannot detect it. He is now sitting at the top of the long table with a smile, and next to him are the generals and officials who are involved in his command.

No one knew what Muhankod was going to do tonight's invitation, but none of them felt uneasy and nervous. Do they need to be afraid? The power of the entire country is already under the control of Muhansaka. As long as the old king dies, he will ascend the throne as soon as he ascends the high and shouts.

In such a situation, unless Muhankod wants to break out of civil strife, he can only compromise and surrender. Moreover, Muhansaka and the others know that Muhankod has only had a few days of surviving his life, and such a person is not likely to pose any threat.

"General, what do you say that the king is calling us over to announce?"

"That's right, there will be no changes at this critical moment, right?"

"General, should we make some preparations in advance?"

...

Faced with the concerns and questions of his confidant general, Muhansaka picked up the red wine glass in front of him and shook it casually, showing proud expression, "Don't worry, do you really think I have no means of preparation? The ten guards outside the city are ready at any time. As long as I give orders, they will enter the city. There is a saying that is good, saying that it is better to choose a day than to meet the sun. Since the king asked us to come here, there must be an explanation tonight. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Understand."

This group of people are all Muhansaka's confidants, how can they not understand? There is a simple statement, which is to force Muhankod to make the decision to abdicate the throne.

In such a legitimate situation, Muhansaka also saves 1vstyle_txt; a lot of unnecessary trouble. Being able to transition peacefully will always surpass blood sacrifice. As long as you can ascend to the throne, then the overall situation is settled, and no one will resist. Thinking of this, Muhansaka's mood became excited.

How could he not be excited after so many years of desire finally come true?

Fitlidi's king is the real master. Even if he holds great power now, he will not be able to control the country. As long as he can ascend the throne as king, all obstacles will become a bubble, and I will be able to become the great master smoothly.

The temptation of the throne is really irresistible, and sharp light bursts out from Muhansaka's eyes.

A few minutes later, Muhankod was pushed into the room in a wheelchair. When he showed up, all the people who were still joking just now were silent. They stood up immediately after Muhansaka got up.

No matter what, Muhankod never abdicated and was always the king. In this way, they had to show respect. When their dreams were about to come true, no one wanted to create trouble. But they had already expressed disdain for Muhankod in their hearts.

The Lion King, who was once high and above, will soon turn into a dead body, which is so sad.

"king."

After Muhankod raised his hand and signaled everyone to sit down, he said slowly: "Everyone, we haven't met for a long time. I really miss you. During this period when I was seriously ill, thanks to you, the country can remain stable and there is no storm. Come on, pick up the wine glass in front of you and let's do one."

"King, these are all we should do." Muhansaka said with a smile.

"Yes, it's what you should do."

Muhankod coughed twice, and suddenly a blush appeared on his pale face. But in Muhankod's eyes, this blush was considered a rebirth, and everyone's heartbeat began to accelerate. If Muhankod was dead now, wouldn't it mean that they could all reach the sky in one step?

"I think you will continue to serve the country in the future. I believe you all know my situation, and I am afraid there will be no more time. At this critical moment, all I can do is to beg you to assist Little Cod after I die. Especially you, Muhansaka, my dear brother. I know that you will definitely do your best to assist Little Cod. After all, he is your nephew. With your assistance, the burden on his shoulders will become lighter."

Muhankod looked sideways at Muhansaka, who was sitting in the first place, with a faint look.

The whole audience was silent. Although I had known that Muhammad would definitely not pass the throne to him, the words he said in person still made Muhammasaga feel indescribable aggrievance and anger.

You, Muhankod, take yourself too seriously, right? When I was fighting for the throne, I lost to you, and I lost without regrets. Even if you were deprived of all your power, I didn't say anything. But now you can't see it, and you still want to dig a hole for me.

Do you really think I'm an idiot?

Muhansaka knew better than anyone else. Even if he nodded and agreed to assist Xiao Kede, the group of confidants around him would not be willing. They would put on their yellow robe like that famous allusion and become kings smoothly. Only when they became kings can the interests of their people be guaranteed.

Muhansaka responded silently.

"His Majesty, I think your words are a little problematic."

At this moment, the Deputy Minister of Defense Pitsky, who followed Muhansaka's footsteps, raised his eyebrows slowly, stood up as everyone's eyes, looked at Muhankod, and chose to attack head-on without hesitation.

"What's the problem?" Muhankod asked in an old mood.

"Although Little Cod is the prince of our country, his ruling level is really limited. Not counting this, he has no experience in the army. According to the traditions of our country, a prince who has not served as a soldier cannot inherit the throne of the king. Obviously, Little Cod is not qualified to inherit the throne at all."

"The rest of your sons are even more unbearable. If they say they are kings, they will only let us fall into a poor and backward riot." Pittsky's words were already heartbreaking, but he said such righteous words without the intention of compromise.

But when Pitsky said this, no one blamed the people sitting here.

What is this? This is a great sin of disrespect.

In Fitlidi, the royal power is supreme, and no one can blaspheme the royal power. When Muhamord was still powerful before, a villain like Pitsky was not even qualified to shake his tail and beg for mercy, but now he dares to resist openly.

An irrepressible anger appeared on Muhankod's face, and his eyes became cold and harsh. His body even began to tremble involuntarily, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the wheelchair were exposed.

"Pitsky, do you know what you are talking about?" Mohankod said angrily.

"I know, of course I know."

Pitsky talked freely, as if he was sure to win. "His Majesty the King, for the stability of our Fitlidi regime and the army is not chaotic, I think a prince like Little Cod is not worthy of taking over the power of the state at all. So I propose that General Muhansaka inherit the throne. I believe that as long as this happens, Fitlidi will not have any turmoil, and peace and stability are just around the corner. Otherwise, wars may be rampant, people will live in poverty, and things in the wilderness will happen at any time."

"Are you threatening me?" Muhankod shouted.

"Wrong, my respected Lord King, this is not a threat, I am just stating the facts." Pitsky took a step back and bent down to face Muhankod and said, "I, Pitsky, on behalf of the Ministry of Defense, beg the king to abdicate to General Muhansaka."

"The Ministry of Culture implored the king to abdicate to General Muhansaka."

"The First Division begs the king to abdicate to General Muhansaka."

"The ten provinces beg the king to abdicate to General Muhansaka."

...

When everyone except Muhansaka in front of him rushed to the palace in unison, the anger on Muhankod's face suddenly disappeared, and a biting cold expression appeared. He ignored Pitsky and his group of people and stared at Muhansaka with his eyes fixed on him.

"Is this your purpose? Is this scene you dominate?"

"I never thought of this, but I believe their vision is bright. Little Cod is not suitable to take charge of the royal power of our country. Only I can bring hope to this country. So brother, if you were the ones, I would make the most wise decision to abdicate the throne to me."

"As long as you agree, I promise that Little Cod will never be treated unfairly. He only needs to go abroad and will never be able to step into the land of Fitlid in one step in my lifetime." Muhansaka showed his true face and sat in a chair and said indifferently.

"You really want to do this? You are treason!" Muhankod said coldly.

"Hmph, rebellion and rebellion? That's your one-sided statement, I think it's called "Important to do so." Muhansaka said calmly.

"So do you think so?" Mohankod asked by scanning the audience.

"Yes, I beg the king to abdicate."

When this urge to the palace sounded in my ears again, Muhankod raised a curve in the corner of his mouth. He slowly lowered his hands, grabbed both sides of the wheelchair, and stood up slowly in everyone's shocked eyes. Without using anything, Muhankod, who was standing quietly, breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes that looked at Muhankoa became calm and calm.

This look made Muhansaka feel a sense of horror inexplicably in his heart.

Didn’t Muhankod say that he couldn’t afford to get sick, and he couldn’t take care of himself even if he could die at any time? Why could he still stand up? Why did his face suddenly turn so red? Why did his expression reveal the domineering and invincible thing in the past?

Could it be said?

Just as Muhansaka was panicked, Muhankod picked up the wine glass on the table, poured out the red wine and said calmly: "I originally wanted to be so cruel and ruthless, but I gave you a chance, but no one wanted to be sure. Since that's the case, I have to send you on the road. For the overall situation of Fitlidi, I thank you for your sacrifice."

sacrifice?

Bang bang! The wine glass tightly held in Muhankod's hand broke to the ground. At the same time, countless fully armed soldiers rushed out of the surrounding passages. Facing Muhansaka's group of officials who were usually high and high, they pulled the trigger without any hesitation, and the bullet poured out like a tide.

After a few breaths, all the powerful officials who were originally standing in the hall fell down.

The bright red blood soaked the floor and turned into blood grooves.

A mutiny of rebellion was pacified by Muhamord with a thunderous iron fist.
Chapter completed!