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.

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 experts, they

not hesitate at all and fired

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

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

of course. Some others picked up

engaged 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 set the gun down and pick up a

Lyndon engaged in battle with those men. He was an innate grandmaster who was quite powerful himself, but when faced with so many enemies, he found it difficult to maintain his short–lived advantage in battle after

hit Lyndon’s back with his palm. Lyndon felt a

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

roiling in his body. He had only been hit once by the enemy. From this, one could see how powerful the man who had hit

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

aren’t worthy of hearing my name, young man. You just need to know that you’re about to die in a few days!” the old man said.

residence at night. What are you

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

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

this under orders,”

but he wanted to buy

the back of the throng, “Under my orders, Chief Gorp!”

Jerry and his sons–Kelvin and

Jethro Roman, the 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

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

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

Jerry? Why would you start a rebellion?” Lyndon