On the main road of the Rose Palace, figures in red clothes stood on both sides. Their red cloaks and hoods were connected together, and their faces were hidden under the shadow of the hoods, with only their chins exposed.
Although it was raining, these people were still not wet. The raindrops seemed to be isolated by the invisible air layer, rolling off the fluttering cloaks and sliding into the water marks on the ground.
There are still a few traces of blood on the smooth marble floor, and the guards who were originally stationed here have turned into corpses, lying in the flower bed behind the red-clad Dark Moon.
Under the respectful gaze of the red-clothed Dark Moon of Demon Sequence 6, a young boy slowly stepped into the palace. He was wearing a black dress, carrying a long sword with a fairy pattern on his waist, and had short black hair and eyes like blood.
Although the fighting in the palace still did not stop, the young man was not in a hurry and continued to advance slowly and steadily. As he approached step by step, the fighting in the palace also ended quickly, and the soldiers inside fought with all their strength to ensure that
The king ended the battle and cleaned up before entering the palace.
"Well……"
A guard gritted his teeth to resist the dagger piercing his body, and then swung down the broad sword with all his strength, slitting the neck of the enemy in front of him, bringing out a large amount of blood. However, before he could get away, one, two,
Three stabbing swords pierced him, and then pulled him out, letting him roll feebly and hesitantly into the rain.
One by one, the soldiers who dealt with the aftermath dragged the corpses of these guards and their own people aside, and placed them behind the palace or gateposts, trying not to make them visible from the main road, so as not to contaminate the king's eyes...
All these things were completed urgently within half a minute, and before they could restrain themselves, the door had been pushed open, and dark moons in red clothes, moving silently and swiftly, began to occupy both sides of the main road, clearing the way for the king behind them.
Soon, the young figure of about 15 years old appeared under the arch of the palace. He continued to move forward slowly. Although there were still blood stains in the rain and air, the king still kept his expression unchanged and his steps were consistent and unhurried.
Heading towards the deepest part of the Rose Palace.
If you look down from the sky, you can find that the situation in the Rose Palace has formed two distinct scenes. On one side, it is extremely quiet, with guards standing solemnly, greeting the king of the empire. On the other side, there are fierce battles, and soldiers are fighting fiercely.
The sounds of swords and gunshots never ceased.
However, these two distinct scenes were slowly covering the other as the young man advanced step by step.
In the Palace of Thorns, Derosa led the palace's elite guards in a fierce battle with the private armies of established nobles.
There is no shortage of firearms in the private army. All kinds of expensive magic crystal guns made with precision are being used at this moment. The enchanted bullets are fired one after another as if they are free.
On the other side, the guards of the Rose Palace use the Luo Xijin repeating crossbow specially produced by the royal workshop. Since receiving the refugee from Master Lurna many years ago, the manufacturing technology of this extraordinary machine has also been mastered by the empire, just because of its expensive
The cost and materials are not widely used.
Now that the forest elves no longer send guards to defend the imperial capital, these Luo Xijin repeating crossbows have taken the place of the Cuiyue Longbow.
The crossbow string brought splashing water in the rain, and quickly fired the enchanted crossbow bolts. Although there were fewer people than the opponent, the guards were not at a disadvantage in terms of firepower.
"We can't delay any longer, His Majesty is almost here." Yasien Kras stood behind the rows of shield soldiers and spoke in a deep voice.
Previously, he and several companions fought against the empire's well-known executive officer in red, but failed to take advantage. Later, he had to ask his soldiers to support him and finally escaped briefly.
After hearing Yasien's words, several other people also listened carefully to the sound that was gradually approaching from behind, and they understood in their hearts.
"We really can't delay it any longer. It seems we have to risk our lives this time." One of the narrow-eyed men said gloomily. He took out a small bottle of purple and gorgeous potion from his arms, put it directly into his mouth and bit it into pieces.
Glass shards mixed with medicinal liquid filled the mouth, violently stimulating his nerves, and a strange magic power began to rise from his body.
Then the man gently wiped the weapon in his hand with a small black square, and a gradual bright light appeared on its surface, which made people feel chilled.
"Hahaha, have you finally made up your mind? Then I will start preparing, but I will leave you with the protection issue." As he spoke, a woman wearing dark red and black robes gradually floated up in the rain.
The strong wind of magical power gradually gathered around her side, causing her robe to flutter, and her golden hair to float up and dance in the air.
A dark funnel began to appear in the originally low sky, and the dense dark clouds around it were absorbed by the vortex in the middle and hung down. Red lightning flashed from time to time, and bursts of cold air began to fall. Some rainwater even turned into ice particles and fell.
"Since Bloom and Clara are ready, I'll lend a hand." Because the young nobleman with a half mask rushed out directly, his steps were light and elegant, dodging the incoming crossbow bolts as if he were playing,
Approach the guards guarding the area.
The sword light danced wildly, like silver flowers blooming and withering instantly, cutting these guards, and then opened the opening, allowing the soldiers behind to pour in one after another.
Seeing such a scene, the commander of the imperial guards snorted coldly. His figure was like lightning, like a swift and fierce eagle. He knocked away the nobleman who was wielding the sword light with one sword, and then the sword kept cutting.
I will cut him into pieces on the spot.
However, another figure came to the rescue at this moment. Ya Xien, wielding a black sword, emerged from the shadows, holding the long sword together and aiming at the famous extraordinary person in the empire.
"Hey!" The sword blade that was moving forward was pinched by steel-like fingers, and its nails made harsh flames and scratches on the blade, and then suddenly bent, breaking the sneak attack of the black sword.
The broken sword blade was reflected by Derosa in an instant and sank into Yasien's chest. Although the latter tried to dodge as soon as he realized something was wrong, he was still injured, but he was not stabbed into the heart.
In this distraction, DeRosa did not have time to kill Simur, the noble young man who had just made a surprise attack, and only cut off his arm that was good at swordsmanship.
In the sky, a red light flashed away, and the red electric light exploded, piercing through at an unreachable speed and hitting DeRosa in the courtyard.
At that moment, although he swung his sword to annihilate part of the energy, the dazzling electric light still blinded him temporarily.
At this time, Bloom, whose blade was coated with poison, suddenly arrived. The young rookie with the title of "Short Blade of Bee Venom" was naturally good at this kind of assassination.
But even though he was blind, DeRosa still relied on his keen perception to swing the sword. While his body flashed, he swung down quickly and hit the approaching short blade.
The short blade shattered and exploded like glass during the impact. One of the suddenly shot fragments cut Derosa's wrist, leaving a slight scar and traces of blood slowly oozing out.
"It's done, haha." Bloom shouted excitedly, but this shout also brought him death.
DeRosa's sword swung directly, splitting the Sequence 6 aristocratic genius into two pieces through the air.
But at this moment, a dizzy feeling came to his mind, and he shrank in his heart. The magic power of the extraordinary core was fully activated. The blood was stimulated by the magic power, and then sprayed from the wrist wound, bringing out a burst of fragrant blood flowers.
After all this was done, it took less than 2 seconds. Several other rookies among the nobles could not seize the opportunity to attack.
However, for the Empire's Dark Moon, such a short-term flaw was enough.
Six assassins in red suddenly rushed out from around the palace. Their teleporting figures were like phantoms. The blades in their hands were restrained and crimson, and they stabbed away with a strange and swift trajectory like a poisonous snake.
The toxins in his body still paralyzed his nerves, making it difficult for Derosa to react quickly. Although he couldn't see clearly, he still swung the sword in his hand intuitively, and the tearing arc blade flashed away like an illusion.
The six figures instantly turned into corpses and shattered into pieces, with blood splattering on the surrounding walls and soldiers, before being washed away and rolled down by the rain.
In just an instant, these Demonic Sequence 6 assassins died on the spot, but their assassination method of dying together had its due effect.
Six blades penetrated the body of the first swordsman in the palace, and the dark red blood dripped slowly, and the poison in it also spread to the body of the guard commander.
The palace, hit by the heavy rain, fell into silence for a short time. Both the guards stationed there and the private soldiers of the nobles who rushed into the Rose Palace looked at the man with bated breath.
The rainwater was mixed with dark red, flowing quietly on the marble-patterned ground, pouring into the drainage waterway, making a gurgling sound.
That terrifying figure always stood in place like a statue.
After a long time, the sound of plucked strings slowly sounded in the palace, and then a nobleman dressed as a poet slowly approached. He was wearing a white feather cloak, and the raindrops fell on the feathers of the cloak and rolled down smoothly.
Keep it from getting wet.
The nobleman held a lyre in his hand and sang softly, as if to pay tribute to the hero. Then he walked slowly to the still body of Drissa and bowed slowly.
Then, groups of soldiers passed by the dead first swordsman in the palace and began to march towards the depths of the palace, leaving this sculpture-like body standing quietly in the rain.