Loser System and Berserker Me Chapter 32: Run, Run!

The Fifth Imperial Consort was in the worst position of all, so she moved correspondingly the fastest too. It didn’t take long for them to sneak out of Edirne with their people.

“Big sister, are you ready?”

Before heading to the Khitans, the Fifth Imperial Consort’s younger brother made sure to check in with his big sister.

“…” The Fifth Imperial Consort, who looked ravishing after dressing up, hesitantly nodded with reddened eyes.

“That’s good.” Her younger brother nodded before consoling her, “Pay no heed to such trivialities. You should look ahead instead. If we successfully bring those Khitans over to our side, the First Imperial Consort and the Second Imperial Consort will be no match for us. Once my nephew dons the crown and becomes the sultan, we will be—”

There was suddenly a loud exclamation.

The Fifth Imperial Consort and her younger brother raised their heads, only to see the envoy they had sent to the Khitans falling off his horse.

“What’s going on?!” the Fifth Imperial Consort screeched.

With eyes widened in fear, she saw a cloud of dust rising in front of her.

It was the Khitans’ cavalrymen charging in their direction. The ground shook ceaselessly as if heralding the arrival of a demon king from the pits of hell.

“Massacre every last one of them!”

Shu Yichao had been hesitating between charging straight into Edirne or first encircling the city then proceeding with the massacre, but since someone came out on their own accord to attack them, there was no need to hesitate anymore.

Let’s first get rid of them before deciding the next move.

“My bow is drawn! I quiver with anticipation!”

Shu Yichao shot consecutive arrows, specifically aiming at the most well-dressed ones among the Ottomains.

The Fifth Imperial Consort screamed her lungs out. She first saw her younger brother flying backward after being shot in the eye before another massive force struck her in the face too.

She had an epiphany right before losing her consciousness.

We thought too highly of ourselves.

Negotiating for peace? The Khitans ha

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