You're Not A Lord Of The Apocalypse Chapter 693: Boarding the Prison Cart, Unloading Materials - Novel Cool

Chapter 693: Boarding the Prison Cart, Unloading Materials

Chapter 693: Boarding the Prison Cart, Unloading Materials

"Kill~ Execute the False Emperor!"

The cries of battle shook the heavens. Led by the ministers who had been stripped of their positions and were under house arrest, over a thousand unruly soldiers, along with the royal clan members, charged directly toward the imperial palace.

Among them, the royal clan members were forced to join in the shouting. This act solidified their position as rebels, serving as a pledge for their survival.

The commotion was significant, but everyone was extremely excited. If they succeeded, they would be ennobled and appointed to high offices.

Then, everyone was stunned.

The Iron Blood Army, which was supposed to have been reassigned, stood resolutely at the palace gates, their bodies radiating a killing intent that silenced the thunderous battle cries. No one dared to speak.

"By imperial decree, all rebels are to be stripped of their titles," a eunuch stepped forward, channeling his true qi, and immediately stripped all the royal clan members involved in the rebellion of their titles and sentenced them to death.

This left the royal relatives, who thought they could escape the rebels, dumbfounded. How could they be considered rebels when they were clearly coerced by the bandits? They began to cry out for injustice, but the harsh glares from their captors reminded them that they were still in the hands of the enemy. Their voices gradually faded, and no one dared to speak up again.

As for the instigators of the rebellion, they all thought about retreating but found that their escape routes had been sealed off.

"Put your hands on your head and squat down; those who surrender will not be killed." The young general at the forefront of the palace gate shouted, his true qi causing a significant gust of wind. He was a genius who had advanced to the second realm of martial arts in a short time, and it was because of this that he was in charge of this part of the Iron Blood Army, responsible for the capital's safety.

Gulp~

Everyone swallowed hard, exchanged glances, and finally threw down their weapons, placing their hands on their heads and quickly squatting down.

They had dared to participate not because they were truly brave, but because they knew the capable ones would handle the fighting, and they would just reap the benefits. But when it came to actual combat, they would run faster than anyone else. Now, with no way to run, they had no choice but to surrender.

This made the royal clan members, who had just been relieved of their fear, act arrogantly again.

"This emperor truly lacks the ability to discern talent. In the imperial capital, rebels can actually appear!"

"Indeed, if the emperor had not dismissed the entire court, things would not have come to this."

"I believe that in a few more days, the empire will face more turmoil."

"..."

They spoke loudly, as if presenting their political views.

However, the young general of the Iron Blood Army's expression grew increasingly grim: "One more time, the rebels in front, put your hands on your head and squat down; those who surrender will not be killed."

The killing intent he emitted made the loud-talking royal clan members pale, but since they were among their own, they felt emboldened despite being frightened. One of them immediately shouted, "You insolent dog! We are the royal bloodline, and you, a mere household servant, dare to bark at us like this? Get off your horse!"

The dismissed officers and soldiers, who had been tricked into their positions, looked at these people with the same expression one might give a fool. They didn't know if these people were truly foolish or just pretending. After all, the imperial decree had stripped them of their titles and reduced them to commoners. How could they still think they had status?

If this could be easily brushed aside, they wouldn't be in this situation now.

The Iron Blood Army paid no heed to their tantrums and began to advance.

"Wait," someone, seeing the situation turn against them, quickly put their hands on their heads and squatted down. As the Iron Blood Army continued to approach, the killing intent made the remaining people who hadn't surrendered tremble with fear. Eventually, unable to bear the pressure, they also squatted down.

They knew that if they didn't comply, these people would truly kill them. This was not an empty threat; the determination in their eyes and the readiness of their weapons made it clear that heads would roll.

"Bind them all and transport them to the southern city," the young general ordered once everyone had submitted.

Everyone trembled, not daring to resist.

Rebellion, even if it was just the beginning, was enough to convict them of the highest crime. Even though they had not succeeded and not a drop of blood had been shed, they still believed they could succeed. This was nothing but wishful thinking.

"Wait, I want to see the emperor. I am the imperial uncle, a royal clan member, you cannot treat me like this!" After being tied up and thrown into the prison cart, someone shouted.

"I have served His Majesty for over a decade. How can you treat me like this now!!!"

The royal clan members who lacked judgment began to wail, trying to play the sympathy card.

"Shut their mouths; if anyone speaks another word, cut out their tongues so they never speak again." With this command, the wailing royal clan members immediately stopped, for the Iron Blood Army was truly willing to take action, unlike their former subordinates who would flatter and please them.

Now that things had come to this, they had no choice but to endure.

Dozens of people were crammed into a single prison cart, packed tightly. These royal clan members, accustomed to a life of luxury, had never endured such treatment. They were so angry that their faces turned red and their necks swelled, but they dared not speak out, still not fully realizing their dire situation.

They thought that as long as they reached the southern city, they could maneuver their way out. Although it would not be the same as before, they believed being coerced by rebels was not a major issue.

"Sir, there aren't enough prison carts," one of the soldiers reported after filling the carts, noting that many rebels were still unaccounted for. This was unavoidable, as the numbers could not be accurately predicted.

"Then tie these people with leather ropes outside the prison carts, stacking them up. Add two more horses to pull them," the young general said with a cold laugh. He would not wait for another trip; at most, the horses pulling the carts would suffer a bit, but they could be compensated with extra feed upon return.

"That's not good. If they get injured, it will be difficult to handle," the soldier hesitated, implying that it would complicate matters.

"No problem, just some le hu (bruises and marks), the Astronomical Bureau won't mind," the young general dismissed the concern.

With the order given, the soldiers quickly acted. Several more layers of people were tied outside the prison carts, and the carts, now pulled by three horses, set off, creating a bizarre scene.

The Iron Blood Army quickly escorted the prison carts to the southern city, where Wang Kai had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing this scene, he was momentarily stunned, not expecting such a peculiar sight. However, he quickly composed himself and approached, bowing politely, "Thank you, sir, for your protection. We can unload them now."

The young general dismounted and returned the bow, "It's my duty. Should we count the number of people?"

"There's no need to count. The Astronomical Bureau has confirmed that everyone is here. We just need to load them into their carts. Please maintain order," Wang Kai replied, knowing he had limited time. He had just received confirmation from someone.

"???" The young general was puzzled. They hadn't dared to say everyone was here, so how did the Astronomical Bureau know?

He didn't ask further, as the Astronomical Bureau was very mysterious, even the Rootless Gate in the palace seemed unaware of its inner workings.

"Of course, of course," the young general replied, understanding the need to maintain good relations. He then shouted to his soldiers, "Unload these people and load them into the Astronomical Bureau's carts."

With the order, the Iron Blood Army soldiers began to move, herding the people into the carts. They didn't need to handle them, as the prisoners could walk on their own.

"Sir, may I ask what position you hold in the Astronomical Bureau?" the young general asked tentatively, trying to establish a connection.

"Ah, I don't dare to be called sir. I'm just a technician. I've been doing this job for so long that I'm almost the Chief Historian," Wang Kai sighed. Apart from his long tenure, he had no other notable qualities. The higher-ups had already decided he would be the Chief Historian once the Shilong project was completed.

"..." The young general's face showed disbelief. You are the Chief Historian???

He knew the position of Chief Historian was significant, on par with the Iron Blood Army's Chen Liuhuan, one of the four pillars of the Great Qian Empire appointed by the Emperor. Yet, here you were, collecting people. Is the Astronomical Bureau so short-staffed?

Fortunately, the young general didn't ask this question. If he had, Wang Kai would have seriously told him that the Astronomical Bureau was indeed short-staffed, with only him working there, and not even the building was fully constructed. He had no office to work from yet.

After all, the technical talent was still being trained, leaving the Astronomical Bureau as a hollow shell with a prestigious name but no substance.

(End of Chapter)

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