My queen is rebelling!

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Hunter felt like his brain wasn't enough, his mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound.

Facing the surging peasant uprising army, feeling the soaring momentum that seemed to devour everything.

His mind was blank, and he was frozen in place by the excessive fear, completely not knowing what to do.

Just as Hunter was stunned, a middle-aged strong man suddenly ran over and shouted anxiously:

"Captain, Captain!

Hurry up and send a signal! Go to the executive government for help!"

Reminding Hunter was the deputy captain of the squadron, another extraordinary person in the First Standing Team.

Hunter woke up as if from a dream, and hurriedly rummaged in his pocket for the alarm fireworks.

However, he soon looked at the deputy captain with a crying face, and said with trembling lips:

"Signal... the signal gun is not there!"

The city-state has been peaceful for decades, Hunter felt that the thing was in the way, and long ago, he stopped carrying a signal gun when patrolling.

At this time, the deputy captain showed a trace of responsibility and said in a deep voice:

"Captain, your level is higher than mine, and your speed is also faster, you go to the executive government and the society for help!

I'll hold them back first!"

Hunter looked at the loyal and honest deputy captain with a face full of emotion, unlike himself who got into a leadership position through family connections.

This deputy captain was a real deal, fighting his way up from many good players with real swords and guns.

He didn't hesitate any longer, feeling the increasingly terrifying momentum, he didn't even say a polite greeting, and rushed out like an arrow from a string, his figure quickly disappearing at the corner of the street.

Looking at the disappearing Hunter, the deputy captain's face turned slightly pale, leading his subordinates who were almost scared out of their wits, nervously staring at the approaching peasant uprising army.

...

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Hunter ran wildly all the way, his voice echoing in the street, mixed with anxiety and panic.

The magic power all over his body surged out as if it didn't cost money, his steps were as fast as flying, the heavy rain was pouring, splashing patches of mud.

Each breath was heavy and rapid, his throat seemed to be shouting hoarsely, but he couldn't care about the slightest pause.

Finally, Hunter rushed to the gate of the executive government, but found that there wasn't even a night watchman at the door, but at this moment he had no intention to pay attention to this abnormality.

He lay down in front of the gate, panting heavily, knocking hard, and didn't see anyone opening the door for a long time.

Simply, he became ruthless and kicked the door open and rushed in.

At this time, he was panting, sweat and rain soaked his gorgeous uniform, and messy hair stuck to his forehead.

When he rushed into the executive government hall in a hurry, he was instantly stunned.

The roar for help instantly stuck in his throat.

I saw in the hall, the city-state lord, the president of the "Cultivation Society", the seventh-order peak [Landlord] Ivan Petrov sat on the main seat.

Sitting below him were the core figures of the executive government and the high-level members of the "Cultivation Society", all present without exception.

They stared at Hunter, who rushed in in a hurry, with a strange silent gaze, with surprise, sarcasm, and solemnity in their eyes.

Fortunately, Hunter's uncle, the vice president of the society, spoke to relieve Hunter.

But what he said made Hunter secretly startled:

"Everyone, it seems that President Ivan was right, those mud-legged pigs are indeed taking action tonight!"

Hunter couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The executive government and the society already knew that the "Farmers' Association" was going to launch a riot tonight!

Soon, a chill emerged from his chest.

These high-level people knew it, but they didn't reveal any information, what does this mean?

Hunter couldn't help but think sadly, in addition to the need for confidentiality, it is more likely that they were used as bait!

The two hundred brothers under his command, including the loyal deputy captain, are probably finished!

Ivan's voice slowly sounded:

"It seems they have begun to act!

The first to launch was actually the farmers in the city, do they really think they can turn the world upside down with a few farm tools?

Barry, Saffron!"

The two stood up from their seats.

Ivan instructed:

"You two take Hunter to gather all the city's guards, and half of the society's combat members, and drive those mud-legs back to the West District for me!

Remember, don't be soft-hearted!

When necessary, you can be ruthless!"

When saying the last sentence, Ivan's eyes fell on Saffron.

Barry next to him suddenly took a few steps forward, waved his big hand, and said frantically:

"We should have done this long ago!

Turning the world upside down, a bunch of uneducated farmers actually dare to resist!

I say we just caught too few and killed too few.

To deal with these stubborn fools, they should taste the taste of fresh blood!"

Saffron's lips moved and she nodded:

"President, I know what to do."

Soon, the two took the pale-faced Hunter to gather strength to stop the peasant uprising army that was attacking the core area.

After this group of people left, Ivan also began to deploy troops:

"Rhys, Connal, Oliver, you lead a thousand security troops to guard the executive government!

The opponent's attack probably has three silver ranks and about three hundred extraordinary people.

The leader is the Farmers' Association's think tank, be sure to capture him alive for me!"

"Understood!"

Ivan slowly got up, and surging magic power began to surge:

"Everyone else, follow me to the West Gate!

Kill the rebels!"

...

In the violent rain, the third-order extraordinary person codenamed "Farmer" led the peasant uprising army to approach the core area of the city-state.

The hundreds of guards were already faintly visible.

The heavy rain did not stop at all, and the bright lights from the core area reflected the panic and despair on the faces of the guards.

The peasant rebels took firm and resolute steps, each step splashing large patches of mud.

The rain hit their weapons, making a crisp sound—hoes, sickles, and sticks, these simple farm tools have now become their weapons to resist oppression!

The deputy captain of the squadron, as the only extraordinary person in the guard, strode to the front of the rebels and said in a cold voice:

"What do you want to do?

Are you rebelling!

Just with the hoes and sickles in your hands?

And a bunch of farmers who only have brute strength?

Do you know that the city lord is a gold-rank extraordinary person!

The security troops under his command are invincible, even if you have thousands of people, you can't stop their charge!"

"Farmer" stopped and shouted the other party's name:

"Pero, get out of the way.

You are also the son of a farmer, I don't want to kill you!"

The deputy captain named Pero's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared:

"Since you know my experience, you also know how difficult it is for me to get to where I am now!

I have paid unimaginable hardships and efforts to climb to this step, I can't possibly watch you destroy all this!

Leave, your riot will not have any meaning!"

In the face of absolute strength, numbers are just a laughable accumulation!

Don't overthink things. Go back and be a farmer, honestly tilling the land. Wouldn't that be better?

The vested interests and the oppressed lower classes inherently possess irreconcilable conflicts.

Even if the former may have evolved from the latter.

But the moment he completes the class transition, he can no longer return to his original class. At the same time, in order to maintain the stability of his own class, he will not hesitate to wield the butcher's knife against his former class brothers!

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Negotiations are impossible, as everyone knows!

Pello's threat didn't scare anyone. Since they chose to leave their homes tonight and come here, they were already prepared to die!

Erupt in silence, or perish in silence!

"Farmer" no longer hesitated. With a wave of his hand, the rebel army, like a tide, began to attack the garrison.

He also took the initiative to find Pello, and the two instantly fell into a deadly battle!

The farmers' eyes burned with anger and determination as they brandished their crude weapons.

Those two or three hundred-member garrisons were just ordinary people with slightly better physical qualities. They were able to get a secure job entirely because they had a good father or a good mother.

They were no match for the thousands of peasant rebels. Before long, they were drowned in the torrent of farmers, leaving behind hundreds of corpses and fleeing in panic towards the depths of the core area.

As for "Farmer" and Pello, their clothes had already been stained red with blood.

After annihilating the garrison, the peasant rebels quickly surrounded Pello.

On the battlefield, there is no need to pay attention to any manners.

Pello, the son of a farmer, was overwhelmed by a group of farmers like a surging wave. Hoes and sickles fell on him one after another.

Even though he was a Third-Order Transcendent with a "Bronze Body," he could not resist the attacks from all directions.

Finally, wounds burst open on his body. Pello let out a heart-wrenching wail and finally crashed to the ground!

A moment of silence appeared on the battlefield, with only the heavy breathing of the farmers.

Their eyes were eerily bright!

Transcendents are not unkillable!

"Farmer" wiped the sweat, rain, and blood from his face again, and led the peasant rebels to the most important armory in the core area!

However, they were soon blocked by a group of unfriendly forces.

They were all familiar with the leaders.

Barley, who manages the barley and wheat production areas!

Known as "Brutal Barley," he has the worst attitude towards farmers and tillers.

He once beat a farmer to death for stealing his seeds.

A Fifth-Order Transcendent!

There was also Saffron, who manages the saffron production area of precious spices and medicinal materials!

He used to be a craftsman, but because of his outstanding cultivation talent and his ability to cultivate precious plants, he was valued by Ivan, who bestowed upon him a magic potion and successfully promoted him to a Fourth-Order Transcendent.

He often had compassion for farmers and [Tillers].

The rest were all high-level members of the city-state's garrison and old faces from the "Cultivation Society."

Barley's team was not very large, about a thousand people. Compared to the thousands of peasant soldiers on the opposite side, they seemed insignificant.

But the two Silver-level Transcendent standing in front, as well as the hundreds of Bronze-level Transcendent from the garrison and the "Cultivation Society" behind them, were enough to make "Farmer" and the peasant rebels behind him stop their attack.

If a Transcendent with a "Bronze Body" can be besieged by a group of farmers, who can exhaust the opponent's strength and kill him with sickles and hoes.

The "Silver Body" is a completely different world.

Unless it is a standard weapon equipped by the army or a precious magic weapon, it is difficult to break through their physical defenses.

In addition, Silver Transcendent can continuously recover magic power, which is impossible for a group of farmers who only rely on hoes and sickles to fight to exhaust.

What's more, they also brought hundreds of well-trained garrison and combat members of the "Cultivation Society," whose combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

If a real fight breaks out, no matter how many peasant rebels there are, they will not have any advantage!

Barley showed a ferocious smile on his face:

"I've long disliked you old hags. You've come to my door on your own initiative!

Come on, let anyone who dares to take another step try!"

Saffron moved his lips and said:

"Go back. Whatever the 'Farmers' Association' has promised you, it's impossible to achieve.

I know you are just bait to contain us. Your main targets are the West City Gate and the Executive Government, right!"

As soon as these words came out, "Farmer's" pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't help but grip the sickle in his hand tighter.

He took a deep breath and looked around, only to find that no one showed a look of retreat or fear.

A surge of blood rushed to his head, and he laughed wildly and shouted:

"Come on, let me see if our ten thousand people can kill a Silver Transcendent today!"

Saffron sighed softly, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the villa area where Cohen and others lived not far away.

He didn't know whether the news brought to him by the beautiful Elf lady beside him a few days ago was true.

To disclose the complete "Agrarian God" sequence path to himself, and even provide the magic potion materials needed to advance to the Sixth Order!

Saffron's heart was surging, hesitating whether to sit on the sidelines.

The conditions proposed by Cohen were too tempting.

Just as he was undecided, the appearance of one person immediately dispelled his doubts!

Windsor Drehler appeared without any summons!

On the battlefield intertwined with blood, fire, and torrential rain, Windsor Drehler Windrunner appeared in the middle of the warring parties like a goddess descending.

The emerald green cloak fluttered gently in the wind, and the silver-gray long hair fell like a waterfall, shimmering with a mysterious luster.

Under the mask, revealing eyes like deep lakes, she looked at the menacing Barley and others without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Windsor Drehler stood there quietly, raising her chin slightly, with a calm expression on her delicate face.

Holding a gorgeous longbow in her hand, it exuded a powerful magical aura.

The aura of the Gold-level was undoubtedly revealed, completely isolating the raging wind and rain.

The tall figure exuded a nobility and elegance that was incompatible with the war-torn battlefield.

In an instant, the originally noisy and chaotic battlefield seemed to have been paused. Both sides of the battle were shocked by her aura and stopped their movements!

Gold-level Transcendent!

The same strength as the city-state's strongest, [Landlord] Ivan!

Everyone's eyes were focused on Windsor Drehler, attracted by her extraordinary beauty and powerful aura.

The amazing aura emanating from her was like an insurmountable peak, suppressing the entire audience and making everyone feel a kind of awe from the depths of their souls.