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Chapter 536: Mobilization
Chapter 536: Mobilization
"Beep—"
A deafening drum roll reverberated through the skies of the Corlock Kingdom, signaling the mobilization of six legions directly under the royal family within the 1-3 Military Industrial Complex. The target of this operation, as revealed by the messenger, left the commander of the First Army Legion dumbfounded.
"Surround the Royal Palace?!"
Upon learning of the target from the messenger, the commander of the Corlock Kingdom's First Army Legion couldn't help but widen his eyes in disbelief. "Are you asking us to mobilize the army to blockade the Royal Palace, set up numerous heat weapons, and prepare to completely destroy Sector 1? Are you sure this is King Fain's order?"
"I am certain."
The messenger nodded and handed over the command token along with a mechanical talisman. He then explained, "Although it's hard to understand, both the token and the talisman are genuine. You can inspect them. If there are no issues, you can mobilize your troops immediately."
The commander, shocked, took the token and talisman. He quickly identified the markings on the token and then held the talisman against his wrist to verify the encrypted code. Finding no errors, the commander fell silent for a few seconds before expressing his doubts.
"The orders and talisman are authentic, but are you sure this command was issued by King Fain himself?"
At the commander's question, the messenger's expression turned slightly cold.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, was the broadcast this morning possibly real?"
The commander narrowed his eyes, sensing something amiss. He gestured to the guards behind him to restrain the messenger, then bluntly refused.
"Although we, the First through Sixth Legions, are directly under the royal family and should obey commands without question, I now have reason to suspect that King Fain has been..."
Before the commander could finish, a scream interrupted him. The commander seemed to have been bitten, frantically shaking his hand as if trying to dislodge something. However, the talisman he held seemed to be magnetized, clinging tightly to his hand and instantly erupting into a dazzling purple-white electric arc.
"Commander!"
The guards, startled by the sudden turn of events, rushed to assist the commander, while others pounced on the messenger. But then...
"Zzzz..."
The electric arc, sensing movement, expanded outward, encompassing everyone within a fifteen-meter radius, including the messenger.
In less than a twentieth of a second, everyone within the arc collapsed, not yet unconscious but unable to get up. They lay on the ground, their faces filled with terror as they stared at the sky.
"This is a microcurrent grenade from the 3rd Sector, originally scheduled for official deployment next June. It's still in the testing phase."
Mr. Remmsworth raised his arm, showing the commander the ceramic chip on his wrist. With a numb expression, he explained, "Without the insulation patch, the grenade's electric field will interfere with the nervous system, causing a loss of bodily control for approximately one minute and thirty seconds. You have one minute and two seconds left to decide whether to obey this command."
"Y-you... damn it..."
The commander, struggling to move his paralyzed jaw, stuck out his tongue. "So... the broadcast... you... you really...?"
"Twenty-nine seconds remain."
Mr. Remmsworth's fervor caught the attention of the judge, why do you want her dead?"
"With twenty-nine seconds left."
"I consider your silence as consent."
The prosecutor, Mr. Remmsworth, became increasingly impassioned, his voice echoing through the hall. "Her actions have torn apart the very fabric of our society! She has taken, but for the very essence of our kingdom!"
The judge, intrigued by the prosecutor's passion, intervened. "Why do you wish her demise so fervently, Mr. Remmsworth?"
The intensity of the prosecutor's speech left the guards and the commander stunned. Some rushed to the fallen commander, while others remained frozen, captivated by the prosecutor's fervor.
"Twenty-eight seconds."
The prosecutor's eyes widened, his face contorted with rage. "She has corrupted the royal family, the very heart of our kingdom! Her actions have unleashed chaos, and only her death can restore order!"
"Twenty-seven seconds."
"I will not allow it!" the commander cried, his voice hoarse. "She must be tried, not executed!"
"Twenty-six seconds."
Mr. Remmsworth's face twisted into a snarl. "You dare defy me? You will not stand in the way of justice!"
"Twenty-five seconds."
The prosecutor's hand moved towards his holster, his fingers twitching. "I will not hesitate to use force if necessary!"
"Twenty-four seconds."
The judge, witnessing the escalating tension, intervened. "Why do you desire her death so fervently, Mr. Remmsworth? Your zeal is most curious."
"Twenty-three seconds."
Mr. Remmsworth's eyes narrowed, his face a mask of determination. "Because she is a threat, a poison that must be excised! Her actions have shaken the very foundation of our kingdom, and only her death can ensure its survival!"
"Twenty-two seconds."
The judge, unmoved by the prosecutor's words, remained calm. "Your time has expired. I will not allow this execution."
"Twenty-one seconds."
Mr. Remmsworth's hand hovered over his weapon, his fingers trembling. "I will not be deterred! Justice demands her death!"
"Twenty seconds."
The judge, with a swift motion, signaled the guards. "Restrain Mr. Remmsworth. His zeal has crossed the line of duty."
"Nineteen seconds."
The guards, acting on the judge's command, moved to restrain the prosecutor. But as they approached, Mr. Remmsworth's hand darted towards his weapon.
"Eighteen seconds."
A gunshot echoed through the courtroom, followed by a pained scream. Mr. Remmsworth, shot in the shoulder, stumbled back, his face contorted in agony.
"Seventeen seconds."
The guards, reacting swiftly, rushed to the prosecutor's side, their faces a mix of concern and confusion.
"Sixteen seconds."
The judge, his expression grave, addressed the courtroom. "Order has been restored. Mr. Remmsworth, your zeal has clouded your judgment. You are relieved of your duties until further notice."
"Fifteen seconds."
Mr. Remmsworth, his face a mask of pain and fury, glared at the judge. "You will regret this!"
"Fourteen seconds."
The judge, unmoved, continued. "The court will now recess. The matter of Eve Wilson's trial will be decided at a later date."
"Thirteen seconds."
The courtroom, filled with tension, slowly began to disperse. The guards, their faces a mix of emotions, escorted Mr. Remmsworth out, his words echoing through the hall.
"Twelve seconds."
"Eleven seconds."
"Ten seconds."
"Nine seconds."
"Eight seconds."
"Seven seconds."
"Six seconds."
"Five seconds."
"Four seconds."
"Three seconds."
"Two seconds."
"One second."
The courtroom, its atmosphere heavy, slowly emptied, leaving only the judge, his face a mask of contemplation, and the fallen commander, his eyes filled with determination.
(End of Chapter)After hearing the Legion Commander's words, the stiff-faced messenger turned him around, removed his hat, revealing the back of his head. He then reached into his pocket and took out a spider-like object with six needle-like legs and pressed it against the commander's scalp.
"You... are doing this... to me..."
"Don't worry, it's just a primary-level soul encoder. It won't kill you."
Adjusting the position of the "spider," the messenger confirmed that all six needles had penetrated the commander's scalp and made contact with the information chip inside. He then touched the back of his own head and replied woodenly,
"This thing is the product of Zone 1. It can perform the most basic encoding on a living person's soul, forcibly adding several high-priority commands. Before the special energy inside is consumed, it can ensure your loyalty to the kingdom."
"I don't... you..."
"Once your body recovers from the paralysis, remember to put on your hat to hide the encoder, and then have your Royal Guard escort you. Follow the orders and move out as soon as possible, and prepare to blow up the palace."
"..."
"Did you hear that?"
"..."
"Do you accept the order?"
"Yes!"
...
"Beep—"
After several similar scenes, the Corlock Kingdom, which had fallen into chaos due to the morning's broadcast, was now facing even greater turmoil.
Despite lingering doubts, upon receiving orders from the higher-ups, the soldiers of the six royal legions eventually followed their usual practice and obeyed. After forming their ranks, they quickly set out and arrived at the six blocks surrounding the palace.
The Corlock Kingdom's internal airships without air cushions, the armored legion's walker mechas, all-terrain vehicles equipped with multiple large-caliber artillery, and steam tanks with strange rivets covering their shells had already arrived earlier, completely surrounding the palace.
"How can they be so fast?!"
Lyon poked her head out of Ruben's stomach and looked up at the airship in the sky, which was adjusting its position and aiming its side cannons at the palace. Mona, the female cleaner, was shocked and turned pale.
"Isn't Alger attacking the signal station? How can there be so many soldiers being deployed?"
"Because Senior Alger only blocked the signal station, not the entire Zone 1."
Lyon narrowed her eyes and looked into the distance before shaking her head.
"Even if they can't directly transmit signals, they can still deploy troops. If it weren't for Senior Alger, these soldiers would probably have arrived even faster."
"But if that's the case, wasn't our previous effort in vain?"
Hearing Lyon's words, Ruben's soul also emerged, asking weakly,
"We went through so much trouble to attack the broadcast building just to prevent him from deploying troops. But now he's still brought the army!"
"This outcome is already not bad."
Lyon smiled at Ruben's words.
"This is, after all, their territory. A mere broadcast can only cause some chaos, but it won't force him to step down completely. Prince Andre isn't stupid. If he doesn't have control over the military, he would have been removed long before we arrived.
But all that is in the past. Now that he's ordered the army to surround the palace, it's like digging up one's own roots to catch a mouse. He's staking his entire fortune on this. As long as we can hold out through this round, he can rest assured and step down."
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