The Almighty Lord Caspian

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.

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

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

that came at them all of a sudden. They were only human,

about to smoke, causing more men from Skyarch Palace to fall. Lyndon was alone in his

course. Some others picked up weapons and fired back

his machine gun ran out of bullets. When the men from Skyarch Palace noticed that, they rushed forward instantly. Helpless, Lyndon could

himself, but when faced with so many enemies, he found it difficult to maintain his short–lived advantage in battle after a few

an old man hit Lyndon’s back with his palm. Lyndon felt a chill go down his back as

stumbled a few steps forward, almost collapsing to the floor. His face stiffened before he spat out a glob of

then felt his organs roiling in his body. He had only been hit once by the enemy. From this, one could see

men from Skyarch Palace were not hasty in taking action. Lyndon looked back at the old man, asking, “Who

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

the King’s residence at night. What are

you, young man? We want to capture the King, of course!” Jett

Are you courting death for you to be so bold as

just doing this under orders,” Jett replied.

orders?” Lyndon asked. He knew that his death was inescapable, but he wanted to

of the throng,

which Jerry and

head of Three Poisons Hall, followed beside them. Darren was holding a huge blade about as tall as a human. It was Black Moon, which was left

unspeakably shocked upon seeing Jerry and his sons walk out. He knew of Jerry’s cruel nature, but he did not expect him to be the one who

Jerry, who had such standing in the royal court, dared to orchestrate a rebellion!

has never mistreated you, has he, Jerry? Why would you start a