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.

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

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

extremely powerful eternal grandmasters, but they were helpless against bullets that came

fired the machine gun again and again until it was about to smoke, causing more men from Skyarch

the bullets, of course. Some others picked up weapons and

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

was quite powerful himself,

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

almost collapsing to the floor. His face stiffened before he spat out a glob of blood.

body. He had only been hit once by the enemy. From

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

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

residence at night.

to capture

be

under orders,”

but he wanted to buy more time. If the reinforcements arrived on time, these

of the throng,

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

Raging Blade, and Jethro Roman, the head of Three Poisons Hall, followed beside them. Darren was holding

but he did not expect him to be the one who led a huge

standing in the royal court, dared to

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