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.

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 would be incomparably

huge mob of people, Lyndon did not hesitate at all and fired immediately. He

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

the machine gun again and again until it was about to smoke, causing more men from Skyarch Palace to fall. Lyndon was alone in his efforts, but the

them could dodge the bullets, of course. Some others picked up weapons and fired back at

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

of light flashed by as 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 a few rounds.

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

floor. His face stiffened before he spat out a

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

Skyarch Palace were not hasty in taking action. Lyndon

in a few days!” the old man said. He was also a martial artist, and his name was Jett

King’s residence at night. What are you

young man? We want to capture the

be so bold as to attempt capturing the King?”

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, these men would be

spoke at the back of the throng, “Under

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

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

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

had such standing in the royal court,

Jerry? Why would you