"Deal with them all, leaving no one behind." Although the order ostensibly allowed the other party to put down their weapons, Arslan did not have the patience, not to mention that Justinian did not give special instructions, and he did not want to be troublesome.

During the previous offensive and defensive battle in Athens, his father had a very unhappy relationship with Zeodore Cephalon, so of course Arslan would not hesitate at all in killing him.

"Kill -" The Turkic cavalry dismounted one after another to fight. The place was too narrow and it was inconvenient to ride on horseback. Even without horses, these warriors were no worse than any infantry.

Turkic scimitars and Byzantine daggers collided with each other, fighting each other. Faramis and his men were now desperate and were unilaterally declared treason. If they just waited to be killed, they would really die without a burial place. Faramis was determined to do so.

The idea was to break out of the siege that Arslan had already laid out.

But of course Arslan would not give him a chance. The young Turk driving the horse showed the character of the fierce people of Anatolia and his superb riding skills. In such a crowded and small environment, he actually rode towards the

Faramis.

Anyone who stood in his way was beheaded with the Damascus sword in his hand. Agility and sharpness were exactly the way the Turks acted, whether they were state machines or military officers.

No one could resist Arslan, and at this time Faramis took the initiative to stand up and pick up the two-handed sword at hand.

"Damn Turks, how could this happen! Do you think I will just sit back and die?" Faramis watched the opponent galloping towards him. Of course, he would not sit still and wait for death. He waved his broad sword and led his men to attack. In this situation, he could only

He was afraid that Arslan would not give him a chance even if he was willing to lay down his weapons.

Seeing Faramis rushing towards him, Arslan sneered and said: "What a shame!" and drove his horse into Faramis.

"Go to hell!" Holding Alamano's two-handed sword in his hand, Faramis took a step forward, and Arslan on horseback also rushed over. With such a distance and such an impact, even the strongest person would be beaten.

The impact caused broken tendons and fractures, but Faramis did not hesitate at all. The broad sword used by the northern people was made of strong and sharp material. As long as he held the hilt of the sword with both hands and swung it with all his strength, even a glacier iron horse would be crushed.

However, what this requires is the user's strong reflexes and amazing strength, and this is exactly what Faramis possesses. He has been in the military for generations, and he has reached his current status not just because of his family background.

Faramis slashed out a huge sword arc, his body spinning like a spiral and driving Arslan's horse's head with astonishing power. Blood spurted out, and the dead horse fell down immediately.

However, Arslan used the force of his war horse to overturn him, and like an elegant battlefield assassin, he pounced at the speed of a cheetah on Faramis, who had not had time to stop his sword swing.

"What?!" Faramis, who had not expected this at all, was shocked. He originally wanted to give Arslan a fatal blow when he fell from his horse. But he did not expect that the other party would pounce on him, and there was a danger.

The aura rushed to his face, and decades of experience made this veteran immediately aware of the huge threat.

It was a threat of death! But it was too late. When Faramis realized something was wrong, the Damascus knife in Arslan's hand had already slit his throat.

"Puff!" There was a slight sound, and blood spattered out like gorgeous flowers, dyeing Faramis's sight red. The throat was cut off and the air could not be sucked in. The suffocation made the man grab his own throat, but no matter how he

Trying so hard to absorb oxygen is all in vain.

After struggling for a few times, Faramis fell to the ground with a plop, dead as hell.

Seeing this scene, Faramis's stunned soldiers were stunned. One second they watched their master succeed with a sword, but the next second they turned into a gradually cold corpse.

This directly destroyed the remaining fighting spirit of these soldiers. They were just following orders and had no idea that it would be like this when they were declared treason. Now that their commander is dead, they no longer have the courage to resist.

At this moment, Arslan did not press forward step by step. Instead, he shouted coldly: "Others still want to resist and will be killed without mercy. If you put down your weapons, Lord Justinian will let you go! Why don't you hurry up and capture them without mercy?"

The words had immediate effect, and the soldiers dropped their weapons without any resistance.

At the same time, Justinian arrived late after evacuating the crowds on the street, and Ogle, who was following him, suddenly lost his voice and changed color when he looked at the body lying in a pool of blood.

"Faramis!"

He never expected that Arslan would be so bold and kill his comrade directly. His eyes were split in an instant. However, Arslan was not afraid of Ogle's eyes at all, but stepped forward to salute Justinian.

.

"Lord Justinian, as you expected, the rebellion has been suppressed and the food and grass in the treasury are safe."

"You did a good job, Arslan." Justinian nodded, and the two of them completely ignored Ogli's reaction.

Ogli, who finally couldn't bear it anymore, suddenly roared: "Are you kidding me? You actually let a Turkic barbarian kill General Plonya of the Empire!" Since Emperor Alexei I, these military nobles have

It is a force that cannot be underestimated. Even the emperor's conviction is not that easy. However, Justinian directly allowed Arslan to kill Faramis, which was completely beyond Ogli's imagination.

But Justinian said coldly: "After he did something like that, he was just a rebel. You yourselves know exactly what you want to do."

"You don't have the right to do this!" Ogli roared and almost wanted to rush forward, but the scimitars in the hands of the Turkic warriors blocked his way to protect the young man, and Justinian took out the muzfe

Us's private seal ring and golden seal edict - this is Justinian's last trump card. It seems to have no actual effect, but it is enough to deter ordinary small nobles.

And Ogle also recognized these two things. He took two steps back in surprise and fear. He did not expect that Justinian had these things. No matter what, Muzphius was the emperor in name only. Maybe

I don't think Despot Mikhail would care about the current co-emperor or Count Theodor, but he was not qualified to go there. The man couldn't help but swallowed nervously, thinking about what to do.

But Justinian in front of him rejected the Turkic warriors who were guarding him, walked to Ogli and whispered: "This is the last time to warn that person. If he still wants to try to challenge me, I will let him

He understands what it means to be regretful!"

"What...what do you...mean?" Ogle was stared at by those lake-blue eyes, and Justinian gave him the feeling of being as cold and biting as those eyes that were as deep as a cold pool.
Chapter completed!