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.

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

of people, Lyndon did not hesitate at all and fired immediately. He killed those people who had dashed forward before they could even

were helpless against bullets that came at them all

men from Skyarch Palace to fall. Lyndon was alone in his efforts, but the enemy could

of course. Some

noticed that, they rushed forward instantly. Helpless, Lyndon could only set the gun down and pick up a knife from beside him before

with those men. He was an innate grandmaster who was quite powerful himself, but when faced with so many enemies, he found it difficult

man hit Lyndon’s back with his palm. Lyndon felt a chill go down his back as a powerful force hit him with a

to the floor. His

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

limit, the men from Skyarch Palace were not hasty in taking action. Lyndon looked back

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 Jett Dunn.

invaded the King’s residence at night. What are you

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

death for you to be

doing this under orders,” Jett

asked. He knew that his death was inescapable, but he wanted to buy more time. If the reinforcements arrived on time,

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

path immediately, on which Jerry and his sons–Kelvin and Zane–walked. They no longer needed

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.

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

who had such standing in the royal court, dared

Majesty has never mistreated you, has he, Jerry? Why would