Chapter 443: The Unassuming Life of Georgia Hadrian

When the orc army besieged Strasbourg, Charlot once muttered, "Why didn’t the Saint-rank warriors of the orcs infiltrate the city before starting the war?"

At the very least, the miraculous defensive structures of the Nine True Gods would have been rendered ineffective.

Thus, when Charlot launched his attack on Black Phoenix City, he devised a strategy to lure away the city's last line of defense. Instead of launching a direct assault, he first had his soldiers disguise themselves and infiltrate the city. Following this, he led all of his Saint-rank warriors, disguised as ordinary people, into the heart of Black Phoenix City.

While Charlot left the mark of the Serpent of Fate on the miraculous structures of the Nine True Gods, his Saint-rank subordinates had already reached the vicinity of Black Phoenix Palace.

Emperor Yannis Hadrian of Black Phoenix had recently been sleepless and food-deprived, agonizing over how to defend against the Four-Nation Alliance.

He had gathered every soldier in the nation, swearing to battle the Four-Nation Alliance to the bitter end.

There were rumors that a Farsian named Charlot Mecklenburg planned to bypass the frontlines and attack Black Phoenix City. Upon obtaining a copy of the enemy's “military plan,” Yannis immediately dispatched his last reserve forces to intercept this audacious force midway.

Emperor Yannis Hadrian even issued a ruthless decree: the invading forces daring to offend the capital of the Black Phoenix Dynasty were to be slaughtered without exception, and Charlot was to be captured alive and brought back to Black Phoenix City. Yannis himself vowed to execute this insolent man.

“To dare plot against Black Phoenix City—unforgivable!”

Charlot gazed at the city’s grandest structures, his thoughts swirling. "The last time I stormed into the imperial palace of the Fars Empire, I killed the usurper Redmir Axel. This time, it’s Black Phoenix’s emperor’s turn?"

He even worried that history might brand him with an unflattering title—“Kingslayer.”

"I must not kill Yannis Hadrian with my own hands. Anyone else will do. Viggo would be a great choice."

"He isn’t Black Phoenixian. Killing Emperor Yannis Hadrian wouldn’t tarnish his legacy."

"The old goat Herolf would work too—a fantastic candidate..."

The city patrol guards maintaining order in the square outside the palace began to sense that something was amiss. The number of people gathered here was unusually high today. As they started dispersing the crowd, a squad of guards moved directly toward Charlot.

Charlot smiled faintly and declared, "Let the revelry begin!"

“This city has no defenses today.”

Black Phoenix City had deployed its last military unit, even conscripting idle city patrol guards who were typically collecting ghost paychecks. For the West Wind Knight Order, with its thirty-plus Saint-rank warriors, the situation was akin to an undefended city.

At Charlot's command, dozens of Saint-rank warriors soared into the sky and stormed Black Phoenix Palace in mere moments.

The West Wind Knight Order’s soldiers, who had infiltrated the city, revealed their weapons and charged toward the palace. The city patrol guards, utterly unprepared for an enemy presence in the Black Phoenix capital, scrambled to mount an effective defense but quickly crumbled.

Charlot himself remained unhurried, strolling leisurely toward the palace. By the time he arrived, the battle was already over. Cresto lifted an elderly man into the air with one arm. The man, his disheveled clothes and frantic kicking suggesting he had just been mistreated, turned red in the face and could only make hoarse noises as he struggled to curse.

Every member of the West Wind Knight Order who saw Charlot knelt on one knee, shouting, “The entire West Wind Knight Order welcomes Count Mecklenburg to his loyal Black Phoenix Palace!”

The Saint-rank warriors divided into groups. Charlot's direct subordinates maintained a casual demeanor, merely nodding in acknowledgment. The Duchess Mesu's warriors paid their respects with imperial salutes, while the Black Phoenix Saint-rank warriors who had defected showed the utmost humility, kneeling like ordinary knights to greet Charlot.

Charlot glanced around. The members of the Black Phoenix royal family had all been captured, filling the floor with their prostrate forms. Though not one to revel excessively, Charlot couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride: the ground beneath my feet, the nation’s lifeline in my hands—who dares speak against me now?

Black Dragon noticed Charlot’s triumphant expression and felt a grave sense of duty. He quickly intervened, saying, “Master Mecklenburg, we haven’t fully secured Black Phoenix City yet!”

Charlot nodded and began issuing orders:

"Escort all members of the Black Phoenix royal family to Strasbourg as tribute to His Majesty of Bretagne."

“Cresto, you will hold the palace.”

“Black Dragon, open the city gates and let our troops in.”

“Ardosa Mesu, take a team to knock on every noble’s door in Black Phoenix City. Ask them if they acknowledge me as their lord. Those who do shall remain untouched. Those who refuse—confiscate their assets and imprison them with the royal family for transport to Strasbourg.”

Charlot issued commands non-stop. The Saint-rank warriors and senior officers of the West Wind Knight Order quickly dispersed to occupy various parts of Black Phoenix City.

By evening, the West Wind Knight Order had completed its takeover of the city. Knight patrols spread out, clearing paths to connect Black Phoenix City with the previously occupied territories.

Charlot experimented with the labyrinthine streets of Black Phoenix City, which had been shaped by eighteen rounds of excessive taxation. It took him seven or eight days to navigate through the city's three “labyrinth phases.” Resistant captives were continuously transported to Machubi Fortress, where they were “processed” before being sent on to Strasbourg.

With each noble family that resisted being sent away in its entirety, Black Phoenix City quickly grew eerily quiet. To its residents, Charlot Mecklenburg was a demon-slayer. All who opposed him vanished without a trace, along with their entire families.

Despite this, Charlot remained vigilant, preparing for the return of the force sent to ambush him. However, no such force appeared. Instead, a stunning report arrived from the frontlines.

When Charlot received it, his hands trembled!

The Four-Nation Alliance had been dealt a crushing blow at the renowned Black Phoenix city of Saharamagan by Count Georgia Hadrian.

This unassuming count, previously overshadowed by his royal lineage, had orchestrated a masterpiece of warfare rarely seen outside Chinese history. He had assembled all the Black Phoenix Saint-rank warriors into an elite strike force. In a single day, they launched four consecutive raids on the camps of the Four-Nation Alliance, achieving four decisive victories, killing eleven Saint-rank enemies, and repelling the Four-Nation Alliance.

On the battlefield, Count Constantine, a notorious traitor, suffered severe injuries.

Forced to retreat, the Four-Nation Alliance temporarily withdrew.

In one night, Georgia Hadrian, previously an obscure figure, became the continent’s foremost general, his fame rivaling that of Zimourman Axel Robin in his prime.

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