Infinity, Arcade Era

As Torred finished speaking, the room became silent.

Qin Ming stared at Torred, who was lying on the bed, for a few seconds, then suddenly rolled up his sleeves and walked directly towards Torred.

Grabbing the medicine with one hand and holding Torred with the other, Qin Ming prepared to force the medicine in with a stern face, and at the same time he did not forget to shout.

"Torretia! Come and hold your father!"

It was obvious that Qin Ming was not a gentle person, nor a guy who listened to advice.

Not taking medicine? Want to use his own death as a fuse?

Grandma! Qin Ming would not accept this!

Facing Qin Ming's coercion, Torred struggled desperately, but his strength was obviously not Qin Ming's opponent.

Although he could not break free from Qin Ming's palm, it was not easy for Qin Ming to feed him the medicine when he shook his head left and right.

The most important thing was...

The action of feeding the medicine suddenly paused. Qin Ming looked at Torred, who was struggling constantly, his eyebrows slowly wrinkled, and suddenly turned his head to look to the side.

And there, Torretia, who was wearing armor and holding a knight's sword in both hands, was lowering his head and motionless.

His hair fell down, covering his face, and Torretia said nothing, like a sculpture.

Looking at Torretia who did not obey the order, Qin Ming's eyes flickered, and he slowly turned his head to look around.

And the officers of the Pitchfork Empire in the room either held pitchforks and lowered their heads in silence, or hung their arms and did not move.

No one came forward, and no one said anything. The scene was terribly silent.

Looking at the people who fell into silence, he looked at Torred, who was struggling with injuries and his face became paler.

Qin Ming's breathing became heavier, and he slowly straightened up.

He tightly grasped the medicine in his hand, and because of the excessive force, his knuckles turned white.

Qin Ming glanced around and suddenly nodded lightly.

"Force the palace? Join forces to deal with me? Huh?"

Hearing this, Torretia hurriedly looked up.

"Your Majesty, we......"

"He is your father! Are you going to watch your father die?"

"............As long as the war does not end, death will never stop."

"I don't care about this! I don't care whether others live or die! Their life or death has nothing to do with me! Don't talk to me about this! I don't owe them anything!"

Qin Ming growled, and at this moment, veins on his forehead bulged. He was really angry.

The veterans who followed him to start the business actually united in public to deal with him. This was more difficult for Qin Ming to accept than facing a powerful enemy that he could not defeat.

What Qin Ming could not accept the most was the betrayal of his own people!

Just when Qin Ming was furious, Torred, who was lying on the hospital bed, suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, will you save this world?"

Hearing the voice, Qin Ming turned his head viciously, but met Torred's haggard eyes.

"You won't, because you never thought about saving everyone from the beginning."

"I said it! I don't owe them!"

"But we owe them, we want to save them."

Looking at Qin Ming, Torred's eyes were very complicated.

As an adjutant who has been assisting Qin Ming, Torred understood better than anyone that his so-called Holy King had never thought about saving the world.

He was just leading people to attack cities and territories. After defeating the enemies in a place, he would quickly lead people away and didn't even bother to care about the local people.

If Torred hadn't been sending people to maintain law and order, distributing food and equipment to his people, and even coming up with the tactic of forming a militia, the empire would never have such a large territory now.

Qin Ming didn't seem to be grabbing territory at all. He was just killing people aimlessly and annihilating enemy legions.

For those towns where there were no enemy legions stationed, Qin Ming was not even willing to lead people to attack, even if they could be taken easily.

This discovery made Torred and others gradually terrified.

They were afraid that Qin Ming would disappear, just like the heroes in myths and legends, who would disappear without a trace and without any signs after defeating a powerful enemy.

The most important thing was that Qin Ming himself had said that he would leave one day.

If Qin Ming really disappeared one day, everything in the empire would collapse.

And those forces that had not been eliminated would take the opportunity to rise up, swallow up everything, and become the second evil duke.

So they had to hurry up and kill everyone, and kill all potential opponents before Qin Ming left, and King Arthur was one of them.

If they delayed any further, they were afraid that they would not have this opportunity in the future.

Looking sideways at Qin Ming, Torred's face turned pale.

"Your Majesty, you will always protect your people, right?"

Qin Ming stared at him and stood still.

"Your Majesty, you will always protect your people, right?"

Qin Ming still did not answer, but his eyes had become cold.

"Your Majesty..."

"I hate people threatening me!"

Before Torred finished speaking, Qin Ming suddenly turned and left.

Knocked away the two pitchfork knights in front of him, Qin Ming strode towards the exit.

But when he reached the door, his steps suddenly stopped.

Grabbing the door frame with one hand, Qin Ming lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned his head and said.

"Torretia, gather the legion and prepare to go to war."

Bang!

As soon as the voice fell, the door closed heavily with a loud noise.

Only the first batch of pitchfork knights were left in the room, holding pitchforks in their arms, looking at Torred lying in the middle, bowing their heads and saying nothing...

Woo!

With the dull sound of the horn, the mighty army set out.

And the scale of this army's expedition was unprecedentedly large.

The empire mobilized all the troops that could be mobilized and marched towards King Arthur's territory from all directions.

And almost every legion would hold a white flag high in the front.

The empire's adjutant, the beloved General Torred, died in battle.

He was buried in public, without any gorgeous tomb or expensive burial objects.

There was only an ordinary coffin and a pitchfork.

Torred's death instantly aroused public excitement. Many villages and towns that were originally wavering between the Pitchfork Empire and King Arthur's forces almost immediately defected to the Pitchfork Empire.

Qin Ming's order this time also made the militia groups in almost all villages immediately move and participate in this action.

With a nearly perfect excuse to send troops, all the villages that had received Torred's favor responded to the call. No one questioned the action, but they were filled with anger.

The two sides, who were allies two days ago, turned against each other on the spot.

The confrontation between the Pitchfork Empire and King Arthur's Legion began head-on.