I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 412

To Jonathan and the rest, there was nothing strategic about that night's battle. It was simply a head-on battle where the best would win, unlike battles in the past which required the deployment of soldiers and getting into formations.

Whether Solorel could kill Anakin that night was the only thing that mattered. After all, the chaos would cease once the latter was dead.

For Anakin, however, the coup would be a success once he killed Solorel and Jonathan.

Jonathan and the others were recovering their strength in the Dietrich residence while waiting for Anakin and his men to arrive.

The truth was, Anakin had already traveled thousands of miles and arrived in Eastsummer at seven in the evening. He had taken a private jet, hence the speed.

There were eight elites who had come along with Anakin. They were vampire elites of Divine Master and above who had secretly entered Lost Ruins Realm with Anakin. In fact, the most powerful person among them, Larry Knott, was already in Level Seven of Immortal Stage.

The second most powerful person, Kelvin Ocha, was in Level One of Immortal Stage.

The third in line was Shadow. He was a level-nine Divine Master.

As for the rest, they were level-five and level-six Divine Masters.

Generally, they were more powerful than the eight marquises.

Anakin was rather powerful, too. That was one of the reasons the dukes and viscounts were hesitant. Everyone had a feeling that Anakin would succeed if he rebelled.

At the same time, they feared they had chosen the wrong side and brought trouble upon themselves.

Upon arriving, Anakin had already ordered Larry to kill Aurora.

Kelvin and Shadow would be in charge of killing Jonathan.

Surely, there would be someone protecting Jonathan at that time, but the duo should be able to deal with them.

Solorel, on the other hand, was naturally Anakin's to deal with.

The order Anakin had given Larry was to swiftly eliminate Aurora and join the former to deal with Solorel. Once Solorel and Aurora were dead, the former's entire force would collapse.

At that moment, Solorel had summoned Aurora's and Walrion's presence.

Walrion was a Level Eight Divine Master.

Solorel said, “I'm not sure how the battle will go tonight, but His Majesty is the future of the vampires. He must not die today no matter what. You have to protect him at all costs, even if it means sacrificing your life. Understand?”

Both Aurora and Walrion nodded seriously. “Yes, Your Highness!”

At seven thirty in the evening, the moonlight was already illuminating the plants in the garden of the castle.

Jonathan stood on the platform of the garden with Solorel, the seven marquises, Aurora, Walrion, Beatrix, and even Mabel.

The group merely stood there without saying a word, emanating an indescribable aura with their silence.

Right then, footsteps sounded outside. Anakin and his men were approaching.

Since it was a modern era, they did not arrive on horses even though that looked cooler.

Then again, arriving via car did not seem appropriate, either. After all, they were not assassins sent to kill someone.

The garden entrance was wide open.

At that moment, Anakin, looking charming and dressed in white, walked in with eight strong elites.

They were neither fast nor slow, but they exuded a kind of pressure one could not describe with words.

After all, Anakin had a strong imposing aura and a stern gaze. Even his subordinates looked fierce and tough.

In no time, Anakin and his men stood three meters away from Jonathan as the dazzling light illuminated the entire garden.
































































Anakin first studied Solorel before casting Jonathan an icy glance.

Jonathan did not speak.

Solorel started coldly, “How bold of you, Anakin. How dare you not kneel in the presence of His Majesty?”

As if hearing a funny joke, Anakin burst out laughing and suddenly pointed at Jonathan. “Him? This good-for-nothing? What makes him qualified to be king?”

Jonathan's pupils constricted. Anakin was just too arrogant.

A glint flashed past Solorel's eyes. “How dare you insult His Majesty? I'm going to teach you a lesson today!” As soon as he finished saying that, his body suddenly expanded until a ferocious, demon-like Solorel was formed.

“Primordial Sword of the Three Realms!” Solorel unleashed the most powerful technique without hesitation.

A primordial spirit sword made of crimson light flew straight at Anakin.

“Kill him!” Anakin roared. He dared not underestimate Solorel's Primordial Sword of the Three Realms.

Despite backing away swiftly, he was still a second too slow.

The Primordial Sword of the Three Realms beheaded him, sending his head flying into the air with blood spurting from the veins.

The crowd, including Solorel, was utterly baffled.

Anakin's dead? Just like that? There's no way it's that simple.

Suddenly, Solorel's pupils constricted, for he sensed danger. A white figure had suddenly appeared about one meter in front of him and was aiming a fist at his throat.

It was none other than Anakin.

His punch seemed to contain infinite energy that could bring doomsday upon the world.

That was something Solorel had already foreseen. He hurriedly retreated and summoned the water dragon's primordial spirit that morphed into a golden big handprint before him.

All of a sudden, the big handprint charged toward Anakin.

Seeing that, Anakin cast three rounds of infinite punches in one go. The punches came out at an incredible speed, forming three circles of light.

Solorel's golden big handprint was instantly crushed.

However, Solorel's hair fluttered and his robes flapped loudly even though there was no wind. He had, again, unleashed another attack with the Primordial Sword of the Three Realms.

The attack was so fast and powerful that it flew straight for Anakin's head.

Despite that, Anakin appeared on Solorel's left in the blink of an eye and cast a powerful attack on the latter.

It was as if Anakin was indestructible.

Fortunately, Solorel soon realized what was happening.

Anakin's celestial weapon was Sovereign Mirror.

It was a fascinating weapon that could allow its user to create an illusion of himself using his reflection.

The person Solorel had been killing was only Anakin's illusion.
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