Chapter 33 Come on, Zangula’s fate has reached a turning point!

Author: He gave up and I took it

Chapter 33 Come on, Zangula’s fate has reached a turning point!

The steel smashed into the raindrops, and the heads of the palace guards were also smashed together.

The blood mixed in the rain, and was trampled by the messy soles of the feet, splashing into little bits of blood, as if it foreshadowed tonight's bloody conspiracy.

Without the presence of the Bone and Blood Imperial Guards, the strength of the entire palace's guards has been visibly lowered. This is also an opportunity that the Blood Pact Gang has spent countless efforts to obtain!

"kill--!!"

A crazy roar sounded.

Xaluba decapitated a certain guard with one blow. Seeing more fearless guards rushing up from all directions, he was not afraid and did not take a step back.

The force of the machete swing in his hand is sometimes light and sometimes heavy, outlining the arc of the antelope's horns in mid-air, blocking the incoming slashes one after another!

Xiarupa's other hand quickly pulled out twelve long and narrow throwing knives that were only as long as a finger.

The flying knives with a faint bronze luster tore through the air. The several guards seemed to have rich combat experience and set out in advance to dodge this clearly intended attack.

But just in the middle of their actions, several flying knives were already close at hand!

It was as if the distance between them was shortened instantly. In a place where no one could see, these flying knives were still flying for an extra period of time, causing the guard's prediction to make a fatal mistake!

"How could..."

While the guards' eyes widened in disbelief, the sharp blade hugged their armor without reservation, easily pierced through the metal with a wail, and then sank deeply into the flesh!

The deadly toxins applied on it in advance rushed into every drop of blood, and within a moment, amidst the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground one after another, one by one the guards died in silence.

remain in their unwilling pupils.

Only Sharupa's indifferent forward figure and more guards were defeated by the attackers' superb offensive.

Just as he was about to leave, a hand suddenly grabbed Sheruba's ankle with all its strength.

Glancing back indifferently, he saw the guard who had only breathed his last breath, still staring at him in extremely unwilling pain, using his last strength to question him in a hissing voice.

"Why...why do you do this...don't you know...only His Majesty Tolisso...can make Zangula achieve glory?"

Sherupa wanted to leave.

But after he stared at the guard who was as loyal as himself for a few seconds, he took the initiative to squat down and hammered his answer into his heart word by word.

"I do not care.

From the moment my mother died, your glory and glory have nothing to do with me. I just want to see everything burn in fire."

"You...monster..."

Watching the guard take his last breath feebly.

Xia Lupa indifferently opened his fingers bit by bit, retracted the throwing knife, and stepped forward towards the depths of the palace where blood flowed like a river!

His enemy is still ahead!

………

"What's going on now?"

With a solemn face, August held the famous and ferocious iron spear, and came to the last line of defense formed by the remaining guards.

Since the end of the Dawn War.

For some unknown reason, Augustus resigned from his position as a noble and stayed in the palace as the captain of the guard. At this moment, he naturally became the backbone of all the guards.

"There is no optimism. The enemy is obviously well prepared. We must block the offensive here!"

Unamuno said solemnly.

At this moment, he, who usually appeared as the prime minister, was nervously holding a weapon. It could be seen that the situation had reached the extreme. He was staring unblinkingly at the wolf-like figures not far away, waiting for them.

"That's it."

Pfft——

The tip of the spear pierced the heart.

In Unamuno's unbelievable eyes, half of the fierce spear came out of his body, with drops of bright red blood still flowing on it!

"How dare you betray His Majesty?!"

"No, he betrayed me first."

Unamuno's eyes were instantly burned red by the violent fire, but before he could turn around and fight back, a long knife cut off his head smoothly!

"That famine was also due to you. You should have died long ago, old man."

Without any hesitation, Augustus calmly pulled out the iron spear from the corpse.

Eyes of vigilance and hatred came one after another, but the former Iron Spear King just glanced around and suddenly spoke.

"Why don't you take action yet?"

"Jiejie, Jiejie, doesn't this give the great Iron Spear King a chance to bring order to the chaos?"

In the familiar laughter of Senhan.

One by one, the guards covered their own throats, their faces turned red, and they strangled themselves to death in front of August. This strange scene made August's fear even deeper.

Glancing at the Poison Swamp King and Navarro, who was beside her with a low eyebrow, Augustus asked tentatively.

"You're the only one here? Where are the other nobles?"

"Do you think those cowards dare to show up here? Jie Jie Jie Jie, it seems that after enjoying a luxurious life, the inflated desires in their hearts have occupied the living space that once belonged to courage and blood."

"Tsk, the mud really can't hold up the wall."

August spat disdainfully, "What about you? Why don't you worry about the risks?"

"Don't compare me with those rubbish, Iron Spear King, and if I don't come here in person, how can I ensure that I can get the reward you promised without fail?"

Amid the inexplicable sneer from the Poison Swamp King, August's expression remained unchanged.

"I have said many times that as long as you can take down the Molten Iron King, I will not interfere with what happens next."

"Even the drunk guy on the corner knows that you and the Molten Iron King had an intimate caravan time. Do you really have the heart to watch me torture him out of his secrets?"

"...In this world, there are always things more important than friendship."

Augustus's eyes were dark, and he had long since lost the shadow of the caravan leader.

The starving hell was forever imprinted in the depths of his soul. Augustus never thought that His Majesty, to whom he was loyal, would be the culprit who created all this with his own hands!

In order to leave the hell called Soul Eater, is it really worth creating another hell?

When August followed his determination and made a decision, he resigned from his aristocratic status and reintegrated into a part of the palace guard, continuously providing countless valuable information to the outside Blood Pact Gang!

He didn't want to let countless civilians fall into a hell worse than death, but he could never trust Tolisso again.

Then do it yourself.

Overthrow the rule of Tolisso, rely on yourself, and re-establish a golden dynasty for all trolls——!!

For this purpose, for a better future for all civilians.

Sacrificing the Molten Iron King in exchange for the Blood Pact Gang's support is a necessary price on the road to success!

For this reason, what does a little friendship mean?

As for magic weapons, it is indeed a problem, but before such magical weapons appeared, would the trolls surrender to the malice of fate?

August believed that it would be great if there were magic weapons. Even if there were not, Zangula's future might be more bumpy, but it would definitely lead to a bright future!

Navarro, who arrived late, was the last to arrive.

The brutal bloodstains of the fight were still on his face, and the men behind him had been damaged to less than 30%, and everyone was injured. Even the wooden staff that was always attached to Castal's hand was cut off.

But everyone standing here believes that these powers are more than enough to kill the aging Tolisso!

"My apprentice has already set up a warning spell. No one has left the palace tonight. He is definitely still inside!"

Augustus ignored the Poisonous Swamp King, but looked at the twelve blood-stained flying knives on Navarro's body, and asked.

"Are flying knives useful?"

"Made by the Molten Iron King himself, the effect is as powerful as expected."

"That's good."

Augustus turned around and stopped talking, watching silently as his men hammered open the closed door.

boom--

Smoke and dust filled the air.

When the door blocking the front was no longer an obstacle, at this moment, everyone raised their heads in unison and stared at the majestic figure sitting high on the throne!

In a weak cough.

Tolisso stood up from the throne leaning on the Blood Slaughter Death Blade, and raised a cold smile condescendingly.

"Common people, since you see the royal power, why don't you worship?"
Chapter completed!