Chapter 1333

Nadechitan sighed: "General Bude, the empire is rotten—it must fall."

"Traitors and rebels!" General Bude's eyes turned bloodshot. "You've killed His Majesty the Emperor!! Give me your lives!"

Chitong's gaze sharpened, and the sword's light flared again.

Nadechitan sighed: "I'll handle it. Bude has been a loyal minister of the empire—give him a dignified death."

She reached out, and a giant hand of true qi seized the charging General Bude.

No matter how he struggled, he was like fish on a chopping block, at the mercy of others.

Nadechitan closed her eyes, and a shock of true qi tore through him—Bude's five viscera and six organs shattered; blood seeped from his lips, his gaze dimming.

"Thank you."

Bude's voice was soft: "If you can, build an empire where the people live in peace and prosperity!"

Bude knew well the empire's corruption.

But he had no power to change anything.

An empire's decay is never caused by just one minister or one foolish monarch...

Nor can it be reversed by a single man like Bude.

The empire's rot permeated every aspect.

The nobility, the people's hearts, the officials...

After a thousand years, the empire had become a hollow log, eaten through by worms—beyond saving.

The best solution is to change heaven and earth, remake the cosmos.

Bude understood this well.

But as a minister of the empire, having received imperial grace for generations, he could not walk this path—he could only stand by the emperor's side, fulfilling his duty.

Some treat loyalty as fleeting clouds; others treat it as life itself.

Clearly, Bude was the latter.

Perishing with the empire was his best destiny.

After speaking his final words, Bude closed his eyes forever; his once-strong hands fell limp.

"Farewell, General Bude!" Nadechitan sighed, turning to Chitong and the others. "Chitong, Hill—suppress the entire capital. Then... discuss our next plan!"

"Next plan?" Chitong frowned.

Nadechitan gazed into the distance: "The Revolutionary Army may not think as we do..."

Nadechitan voiced her concerns.

Chitong and the others froze—their captain held such thoughts?

After careful thought, they realized her words made sense.

As comrades who had shared life and death, Nadechitan's words carried more weight than the distant Revolutionary Army.

Chitong: "What should we do?"

4.7 Nadechitan: "Chitong, you joined the chat group, right? Ask the gods there—they might have a better solution. If we could establish an invincible empire once and for all, that would be perfect."

At this, everyone paused, a flicker of hope appearing in their eyes as they turned to Chitong.

"Yes, Chitong, ask them. The gods must see farther than we do."

"If it's the gods, they'll surely find a perfect solution."

The group spoke up in unison.

Chitong nodded slightly: "I'll ask."

Chat group.

Chitong: "I've killed the Emperor and the ministers. I was supposed to notify the Revolutionary Army, but our captain fears they're unreliable—any suggestions?"

Li Shimin: "You asked the right person!"

Zhu Yuanzhang: "Exactly. When it comes to ruling the realm, the emperors in this group have studied history from ancient to modern times—how could your Revolutionary Army compare?"