The Almighty Lord Caspian by Cath Nitfisch

Chapter 722 The Power of Black Moon

The Andrews family members were already set on rebelling, so there was no need for them to hide their identities.

After a chaotic battle, none of the King’s guards survived. They were skilled, but they were too few in numbers.

Numerous corpses piled up in the residence, and the floor was red with blood.

The men from Skyarch Palace were not idle. After dealing with the guards, they hurriedly made their way further inside the residence.

When Lyndon heard the footsteps approach, he had a bad premonition. The place was tightly guarded, and the average person should not be able to enter. In addition, the rapid footsteps he heard did not sound like those of the King’s guards.

That left only one possibility–the enemy had invaded the residence!

Lyndon was confused, though. Who would have the ability to do so? It was obvious that the opposing forces had been planning this for a long time.

He was the chief commander of the King’s guards, but all of them had died in West Aridlands. His army was not reconstructed yet, so he was the only one left.

He realized that this incident would be the most perilous one he had encountered ever since he began serving the King. If the guards in the King’s residence had all been killed, he was the only one who could protect the King.

At that thought, Lyndon picked up a machine gun and stood guard outside the King’s room. He must protect the King and ensure that His Majesty was safe no matter what. Even if the enemy fighters were all experts, they would be incomparably weak in front of bullets.

In an instant, the martial artists in Skyarch Palace rushed forward. Upon seeing the huge mob of people, Lyndon did not hesitate at all and fired immediately. He killed those people who had dashed forward before they could even react.

They were all extremely powerful eternal grandmasters, but they were helpless against bullets that came at them all of a sudden. They were only human, after all.

Lyndon fired the machine gun again and again until it was about to smoke, causing more men from Skyarch Palace to fall. Lyndon was alone in his efforts, but the enemy could do nothing against him.

Some of them could dodge the bullets, of course. Some others picked up weapons

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back

they rushed forward instantly. Helpless, Lyndon could only set the

was an innate grandmaster who was quite powerful himself, but when faced with so many enemies, he found it difficult to maintain his short–lived advantage

back with his palm. Lyndon felt a chill go down his back as a powerful force hit him with a muted thud.

a few steps forward, almost collapsing to the floor. His face stiffened

hit once by the enemy. From this, one could see how powerful the man who

hasty in taking action.

just need to know that you’re about to die in a few days!” the old man said. He was also a martial artist, and his name was

night. What

want to capture

be so bold as to

just doing this under orders,” Jett replied.

his death was inescapable, but he wanted to

someone spoke at the back of the throng, “Under my orders,

Jerry and his sons–Kelvin and

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head of Raging Blade, and Jethro Roman, the head of Three Poisons Hall, followed beside them. Darren was holding a huge blade about as tall as a human. It was Black

sons walk out. He knew of Jerry’s cruel nature, but he did not expect him to be the one who led a huge mob into the King’s residence.

such standing in the royal court, dared to orchestrate a

you, has he, Jerry? Why would

places!” Jerry was all smiles. He knew that every one of

had died.

so gleeful! You dare rebel against the King? The Andrews family will be wiped out!”

to waste time talking to you. Where’s the King? Has he hidden inside the secret chamber? Take him out now