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 if 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

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

it was about to smoke, causing more men from Skyarch Palace

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

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

He was an innate grandmaster who was quite powerful himself, but when faced with so many enemies, he

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

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

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

not hasty in taking action. Lyndon looked back at the old man, asking, “Who are you?

just need to know that you’re about to die in a

King’s residence at night. What are

We want to capture the King, of course!”

death for you to be so bold as to attempt capturing the King?” Lyndon asked, furious.

just doing this under orders,”

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

someone spoke at the back of the

and

beside them. Darren was holding a huge blade about as tall as a human. It was Black Moon, which was left behind

seeing Jerry and his sons walk out. He knew of Jerry’s cruel nature, but he did not expect him to

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

never mistreated you, has he, Jerry? Why