Chapter 1320
: Turn your hand into clouds!
Chapter 1320: Turn your hand into clouds! (Two in one)
The Ax Empire, the imperial capital, the core area of the imperial palace.
The young Emperor Portia Axe, who had just completed his coming-of-age ceremony, sat quietly in a chair, looking at the ministers and generals around him who had nervous expressions and various injuries on their bodies.
On his left and right were his sister Tina Axe and the special agent chief from the Flying Feather Fleet, Misaela Celestra.
The royal sister, Tina Ackles, naturally needs no introduction.
And on his right, the special agent chief of the Flying Feather Fleet, Misaela Celestra, appeared in front of many ministers and generals of the Axs Empire for the first time.
Even for him, the emperor of the empire, it was the first time that he met this person who was once mentioned by his sister and told not to offend.
The woman had gray skin, long pointed ears, and a pair of gold-rimmed and silver-winged headbands on her head. She exuded a strong mysterious aura from head to toe, causing the imperial ministers and generals around her to be slightly wary.
Because, for some reason, as long as they stood in front of the spy chief from the Feiling Fleet, they would have a feeling that their thoughts would be seen through by the other party. This abnormality made these important officials of the empire quite fearful.
"Everyone, thank you for your hard work during this period. Now it's time for us to fight back."
Several years have passed since Portia Axe ascended the throne, and his words and actions have gradually revealed the imperial demeanor of majesty without anger.
Even when faced with the rebellious nobles joining forces to attack the palace, with only one gate of the inner city of the palace left to him, he was able to maintain a calm and composed attitude.
"Your Majesty. According to our intelligence personnel, the various legions stationed around the imperial capital have entered the imperial capital and have cut off the imperial capital's ability to communicate with the outside world. I'm afraid the only people we can mobilize now are those here."
With the new emperor taking office, the prime minister of the empire was replaced by a minister who had once taught Portia Axe.
Portia nodded, looked at the Prime Minister of the Empire who was loyal to her, and spoke.
"Well, this is what we expected. But please don't be discouraged. We still have hope of victory."
After saying that, Portia looked at her royal sister.
After the two siblings looked at each other, Tina raised her head and looked at Misela Celestella on the other side.
"Captain Misela. When can we start your plan?"
Misela Celestra, who had been paying attention to the surrounding situation, smiled slightly.
"Don't worry! The plan has been successfully launched. Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness, and all the ministers, please wait for a moment. It's time for the farce outside to end."
Hearing Misela's assurance, Tina couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
She doesn't know what others think, nor does she want to care.
Because, the Girel native, Misela Celestra, was able to appear in the palace of the Ax Empire thanks to the arrangements made by Commander Kujo Lisa.
Although Tina and Michela had never met before.
But Tina had seen people from the same Jirel tribe who had held key positions in the Feiling Fleet.
Especially with Leila Rei, who is now the leader of the Jirel tribe, Tina has had several exchanges with her.
Judging from the information obtained from all aspects, apart from the several Jirel people that Tina had met and communicated with, the most mysterious ones are Misela Celestra and Mireniel Linke. These two Jirel people have never appeared in the Feiling Fleet, but have always occupied the most critical positions in the Feiling Fleet's external intelligence system.
Such a key figure actually accepted Kujo Lisa's arrangement and came to the Ax Empire in person to take action. This was something that surprised Tina extremely.
Given the current strength of the Axs Empire, it is simply unable to withstand the tremendous pressure brought by the Feiling Fleet.
"Do you need our assistance? Commander Misela."
Tina asked.
"No. No need! If I need your help, then I don't have to come here. Your Highness Princess Tina."
Misela shook her head slightly and declined the other party's request.
Originally, she was staying in the fortress with Mireille, working on establishing an intelligence system for the Flying Feather Fleet and collecting relevant intelligence, but she never expected that Kujo Lisa would call her back from the fortress through special channels and involve her in this operation.
Although somewhat surprised, Misela was not surprised.
She was already accustomed to the dirty deals and mutual oppression within the empire.
Perhaps, it was precisely because of Michela's experience that she was noticed by Kujo Lisa and called back to participate in the intelligence activities within the Ax Empire.
Seeing that Misela refused decisively, Portia, who was watching, didn't know what to say, but asked the prime minister to arrange for everyone to take a rest.
Originally, the prime minister seemed to have some opinions, but when he thought of the Feiling Fleet standing behind Michela, he had to give up.
Today, the Axe royal family seems to have few bargaining chips left.
"Your Majesty, Your Highness, are you ready? The action begins."
When Misela's earphone received a signal, she immediately revealed a bloodthirsty smile.
"Our people are already in place."
As the stars set in the west, casting a golden veil over the imperial capital, a bloody scene suddenly unfolded on the streets.
The dying struggle when the sharp blade cuts the throat,
The screams caused by the gunshots,
The howling caused by the explosion,
It immediately became the melody over the imperial capital.
No one knows exactly when the first death occurred.
After the imperial palace was raided by the rebel nobles, the people of the imperial capital hid in their homes in fear. They only knew that when they found the streets below littered with the bodies of the rebels, a sudden storm had already begun from the military camp outside the imperial capital and was sweeping towards the palace gate.
The slogans shouted in the official language of Ax to fight against the rebels and protect the emperor resounded through the sky in an instant, shaking the heavens and the earth, causing the great nobles of the empire who occupied the outer city of the palace to shudder all over and reveal expressions of disbelief.
"What happened? Are all our people idiots? Why did such a large-scale riot break out?!"
William Holman, the mastermind and Marquis of the Empire, couldn't help but clench the scepter in his right hand and shouted sternly.
In the previous royal rebellion, this imperial marquis did not participate too much in the crushing struggle between the princes, but instead took the attitude of being loyal to whoever ascended the throne, and successfully made his faction survive the disaster. Originally, according to the wisdom of struggle passed down from generation to generation by the great nobles, this was not a good choice, but it was a good strategy that allowed them to rise up after the disaster and become one of the pillars of the new emperor.
However, they should have a bright future as they followed the wisdom of struggle left by their ancestors to overcome the disaster and successfully gained the trust of the new emperor.
However, they did not expect that the new emperor did not pour more resources into the victorious camp, but continued to gather various resources and then invested them in expansion outside the galaxy and in "fawning" activities to please the Flying Feather Fleet that came from nowhere.
Such a result was not only unacceptable to William Holman, who was on the neutral side, but also gradually discordant voices began to emerge within the staunch imperial faction.
Thus, under the manipulation of certain people, a connection between the great nobles of the empire was quietly born, and gradually gained the secret support of many ministers.
Such momentum and such a situation made them feel the call of "God's will".
Of course, they knew how powerful the Feiling Fleet from outside the galaxy was.
However, just because you are so powerful, you cannot put yourself in a humble position and put all your assets into the other party's bowl!
The nobles who held various similar ideas immediately hit it off and took advantage of the opportunity before and after the new emperor Portia Axe completed her coming-of-age ceremony to launch a rebellion. They quickly broke through the defenses of the imperial city, seized control of the outer city of the palace, and then launched a fierce attack on the inner city.
However, unlike the attack on the outer city, the defense of the inner city was like a hedgehog, very prickly and impossible to attack, forcing the two sides into a stalemate.
This made the great nobles, who had thought they could settle the matter with a surprise attack, look grim.
In this increasingly difficult situation, how could they allow such a large-scale riot to break out in the imperial capital under their control?
The great nobles gathered in the outer city of the imperial palace dispatched personnel and quickly launched an investigation.
However, before William Holman's men left the palace, they returned and fell in front of William Holman with a terrified look and a piece of shocking news.
"Marquis, the ship...is not...a warship...appeared in the sky!!"
The fear on his subordinates' faces and the trembling fingers pointing to the sky made William Holman feel uneasy.
He gritted his teeth, did not blame his subordinates, and strode out of the audience room and stood in the corridor.
The next second, his face turned extremely pale.
The great nobles following behind him also received a new expression called deathly pale at this moment, and became plaster statues standing in the corridor.
"MACROSS?!"
Under the setting sun, giant space battleships draped in golden veils descended from the sky, dominating the world with their overbearing demeanor, completely controlling the sky above the imperial capital under their shadows.
Watching the doors slowly moving, the laser beam cannons aimed at the military camps around the imperial capital, and the missile launch bays quickly opening and ready to go, almost all the troops involved in the rebellion made the same move at this moment.
Put down your weapons, raise your hands high, kneel down and surrender.
Only in this way may they have a chance to survive.
After all, they were just pawns following orders. There was no need for them to rush forward and die in the face of such a huge power gap.
In the shadow of the space battleship called MACROSS, the special forces led by Misaela Celestella constantly shuttled through the city, capturing or killing on the spot the rebels who remained stubborn even after witnessing the arrival of the fleet.
William Holman, standing in the corridor of the palace, noticed several unfamiliar figures appearing at the corner not far away and let out a long sigh.
"Everyone. The situation is over! Go and apologize!"
William Holman turned around silently and returned to the audience room alone.
Then there was a loud laugh from inside.
"From today on, the Axs Empire is gone!"
"Bah!"
William Holman, Marquis of the Empire, committed suicide in front of the throne!
When the inner gate of the palace slowly opened, Portia Axe, who was surrounded by many soldiers, saw at first glance that the road outside the gate leading to the audience room was filled with people kneeling on both sides.
"His Majesty."
The Prime Minister naturally saw this and couldn't help but whispered.
"Catch him! Deal with him according to the laws of the empire. Do not bend the law for personal gain! Be strict in everything!"
Portia raised his head and took a look at the space fleet that had just descended from the sky without firing a single shot or sending out a formation of fighter planes. Then he walked out of the inner city of the palace with an expressionless face and walked towards the audience room.
Among the gradually leaving crowd, two figures stayed at the end, quietly watching the many rebels being dragged away by the palace guards.
"Captain Misela is truly amazing. He has captured all the rebels in such a short time."
Tina looked at the rebels being dragged away with a complicated expression.
Among them, it was not difficult for Tina to find several nobles with whom she had once been on good terms. Even when the previous emperor was still alive, he had thought of choosing a husband for herself from among these nobles.
Now, all these people have become prisoners under the planning and operation of Misala, and the entire clan has been destroyed overnight.
"It's just a little trick. Besides, if they don't have those thoughts in their hearts, my little tricks will be useless, right? Princess Tina. The prime minister chosen by your emperor brother is not simple."
Misela chuckled a few times, but did not take any credit for these things.
If possible, she would rather stay in the fortress and build an intelligence network across the starry sky for Wei Ming, rather than playing out the conspiracy tricks she had used in the Gatlantis Empire in this small galaxy.
Misela raised her head, glanced at the fleet above the imperial capital, and carefully checked her clothes and appearance to see if there was anything wrong, then spoke again.
"My subordinates will take care of the rest. Princess, I'll take my leave now. As for His Majesty Portia, please apologize on my behalf."
After saying this, the Flying Feather Fleet's capable spy chief left the palace in style, leaving Tina Axe standing alone at the inner city gate, lost in thought.
(End of this chapter)