Chapter 855: The Night of Bleeding (1/2)

-Imperial Patrol-

This was a dominant force in St. Petersburg, and it was only slightly inferior compared to the Imperial Military Headquarters. The buildings here were majestic, and they looked like a dense forest.

The soldiers of the Imperial Patrol usually only wore light armor and casual uniforms, but they were all changed into thick armor now, and with weapons drawn. Close to 70% of the force which was in charge of keeping St. Petersburg safe were here. The soldiers all looked serious, and the atmosphere was intense.

In the grand hall deep inside the main building, there was [Demonic Woman] Paris who was no longer in a long dress but white leather armor. Her long blonde hair looked like a golden waterfall, and a vibrant and fresh rose that had dew on it was on her ear, making she look more stunning than ever.

Right now, her slender hands held a double-handed sword, and her beautiful face looked murderous. Her appearance that was valiant and gorgeous was quite shocking.

[Red Beard] Granello who was silent and had cold light in his eyes was in a strange state; it looked like he couldn’t wait to do something, and it was rare for him. Standing behind Paris, he was fully armed. Right now, the mask on his strangely-shaped silver helmet was lifted, and the chilliness and gloominess that were usually seen on his face were gone. Instead, he looked brave and heroic.

These two important figures who were like the left arm and right arm to Second Prince Dominguez both appeared in the headquarters of Imperial Patrol, and their expressions were serious, showing that something big was about to take place.

Standing beside them, there was a figure who was enveloped by a black cloak. He was silent, and he was mysterious.

Suddenly, a murderous soldier quickly walked into the hall and reported that all the Imperial Patrol was ready.

“The time is here. Let’s move according to the previous plan.” Paris walked out of the hall in the lead as she dragged the double-handed sword.

“Are the people of [Iron Blood Legion] trustworthy?” Granello asked and tried to remind Paris.

“They are trustworthy this time.” The Demonic Woman walked out of the hall without even turning back.

Hearing her words, Granello took a deep breath and looked at the black-cloaked man beside him. He wanted to say something but held back his tongue. Then, a determined light flashed in his eyes, and he pulled down the silver mask and closed the helmet. Like a silver-armored battle god, he walked out of the hall while his metal armor created a series of metal-grinding noises.

That mysterious man in the black cloak followed Granello quietly like a shadow.

In less than ten minutes, close to 10,000 fully-armed elite soldiers of Imperial Patrol moved out of the buildings in the area, and they divided into four to five groups, and they moved toward different directions in St. Petersburg like a black flood that flowed into different streams.

…

-Year 10,342 of the Continental Human Era and Year 85 of the Imperial Calendar, Capital St. Petersburg started to bleed in the night of June 9th–

The night of bleeding.

Various historians, traveling poets, and academics of the later generation had different views and comments about this [Night of Bleeding], but they agreed on one thing – This night signified the beginning of the powerful military dictatorship of Zenit that lasted a long time.