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Hmm... Yeah! Ah?
Cody's expression suddenly changed from horror to confusion, and finally to weirdness. He almost doubted whether he had heard it wrong.
"Lord Lin, what...what is going on?" Cody asked stutteringly.
"In fact, William has always been mine." Lynn replied with a smile.
After leading Ansulfurk and others here, Cody was no longer of any use, but Lynn had no intention of destroying the bridge after crossing it.
Although the other party's actions were certainly not in his own interest, they were indeed acting in accordance with William's orders - that is, according to his own plan.
He had persuaded William several times before not to go against them rashly, which was why Lin En was willing to give him a way out.
Cody stood there in a daze for a long time. It took him a while to realize that Lord William was actually playing himself?
The purpose of bringing Anruk and the others to this mansion was not to capture these wizards, but to lure them into a trap...
"Lord Lin, what should we do with these surrendered guards? Kill them all?" At this time, Ham came over and asked cautiously.
"No, they were just bewitched by Anluk. It doesn't mean they have betrayed the kingdom..." Hattar interrupted hurriedly, and then revealed his identity as the crown prince, and quickly subdued the group of frightened guards.
It is true that the Royal Guards of the Kingdom are the most elite and loyal legion in Basel's hands, but to say that everyone is loyal and will never surrender even at the cost of their life is overthinking.
While Hattar was subduing the Royal Guards, Lin En instructed Ham to lead his men to surround the mansion. If there was anything unusual, they could fire guns into the air and they would arrive soon.
Hattar's mansion was very large. Even if magic was used to clean up these areas thoroughly, it would take at least half a day. It would undoubtedly be an extremely difficult task to find Ansruk, who might have been crushed into pieces or simply turned into ashes.
But they now have more important things to do. If they let King Bazel run away, all the things they have done will be in vain. Even if Hattar ascends the throne, it will not be enough to convince the people.
Chapter 290 Times have changed, idiot!
"Protect the king!" "Kill these rebels!"
Inside the Tower of Hadhrat, Simmons, the leader of the royal guards, shouted loudly, ordering his guards to rely on their shields to resist the fierce musket attacks.
Most of the troops in the royal capital were dispatched to carry out missions tonight, but Basel also took into account the possibility of failure or even luring the enemy away from their base, so it was impossible for the royal palace to be unprotected.
In addition to some of the guards who stayed behind, there were also several bishops and a dozen priests providing assistance in the defense. Therefore, even though Redel led a larger number of people and used flintlock rifles, he would not be able to attack in a short time.
The balance of the situation was not broken until a huge lightning column fell from the sky that was powerful enough to illuminate the royal capital.
Redel and others were also shocked, but fortunately they had received instructions before and could vaguely guess what was going on.
The guards guarding the palace inevitably fell into chaos, especially the priests and bishops who assisted in the defense, because the lightning pillar that fell from the sky did not belong to any kind of divine magic they knew!
"Don't panic, that's Lord Anruk punishing the rebels. God... is with us!" Simmons shouted at the top of his lungs, barely stopping the chaos in the army, but still couldn't prevent rows of soldiers from falling under the gunfire and hail of bullets.
The only thing that made Simmons feel relieved was that after a few rounds of volleys, the gunfire stopped.
Raeder and others have run out of ammunition!
They fought their way from the capital to the palace, and fought several battles along the way. The little ammunition they carried with them was almost exhausted. Everyone raised their muskets, ready to start hand-to-hand combat!
Simmons quickly realized this from the actions of these people and immediately became excited. "Everyone, cheer up, our chance to fight back has come. Those devil's followers can no longer attack with powerful magic weapons. Now is the time for us to seize victory!"
The guards, who were forced to hide in the shield wall and were extremely frustrated by the rounds of musket fire, gripped their long swords tightly and pounced on the enemy crowd like wolves and tigers.
Simmons was no exception, and he immediately targeted Redel, who was in charge of command in the crowd - as long as the leader was killed first, it would greatly undermine the morale of these rebels!
Simmons wielded the heavy knight's sword in his hand, and it managed to make it as light as a rapier, instantly killing the two musketeers who had surrounded him.
As a leader of the Royal Guards who is deeply trusted by King Bazel, Simmons is not a noble knight with excellent bloodline, but he has taken a divine potion due to his military exploits and possesses physical fitness beyond that of ordinary people. Every time the sword falls, someone will wail and fall in a pool of blood.
"Everyone get out of my way!" Redel shouted loudly, stopping more people from coming over to protect him.
"You're quite courageous!" Simmons shook off the blood on the weapon in his hand in surprise, and then a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "But I'll take your life!"
The moment he finished speaking, Simmons was like a gust of fierce wind. He crossed a distance of more than ten meters in three or two steps and slashed at Reard with the knight's heavy sword in his hand.
However, facing him, Redel actually threw away the rifle in his hand, and instead took out a palm-sized, pitch-black pistol from his chain bag and pointed the black muzzle at Simmons.
A chill suddenly surged from the soles of his feet to his heart. Simmons, who had just seen the shooting of a flintlock rifle, could of course guess that this thing was similar.
However, the distance was too close and there was no time to dodge. Simmons could only hold the sword horizontally and switch from offense to defense. With his outstanding reaction speed, he could even easily block the flying arrows...
Even though this strange magical weapon fired bullets much faster than arrows and crossbows, he was confident that he could block them!
The next moment, gunshots suddenly rang out!
The expression on Simmons' face also changed from solemn to horrified, because what burst out from the muzzle of the gun was not just one bullet, but dozens or even hundreds!
Dense bullets flew out of the muzzle and then scattered in a cone. In such a wide range of bullets, Simmons couldn't even dodge. His left arm, shoulder, waist and abdomen were all pierced by the flying lead bullets at the same time, and even exploded, turning into fragments all over the sky and scattered all over the ground...
Simmons' body fell to the ground like a dead leaf, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness. This was not the way a knight should fight and die...
"Times have changed, idiot!" Redel shook his head. This was a fine product specially made for him by the alchemy workshop.
It was originally intended to deal with those bishops in an emergency. Since Simmons insisted on coming up, it would be a good opportunity to test the gun on him!
Redel put away his pistol, picked up the opponent's knight's sword, strung Simmons' broken body high up, shouted that the leader was dead, and undermined the fighting spirit of the Guards.
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At this moment, inside the palace, the attendants and ministers were in chaos. Outside, there were continuous sounds of swordplay and gunfire, but Basel was still sitting on the throne with no intention of moving.
"Your Majesty Basel, those damn miners are about to rush in. If we don't leave now, it will be too late." A loyal servant knelt on the ground and persuaded anxiously.
"No need, they are already outside the door." Basel's face was very calm. The moment he received the report that the palace was attacked, he had guessed that the action against those wizards tonight was just a trap.
They were caught in the trap, like prey caught in a spider's web, and struggling was futile.
Basel was well aware of this and had no intention of escaping.
His life span has come to an end, and death is only a matter of time...
Moreover, this is his own kingdom, the territory of the Bazel family for generations. He also needs to examine the new successor and see whether his stupid son has the ability to rule the kingdom!
A noisy sound came from afar, accompanied by a lot of killing and footsteps. The entire palace began to tremble slightly, as if it was about to collapse.
After a while, everything returned to calm and the palace door was finally opened.
Hattar was the first to step into the palace, holding a blood-stained sword in his hand. Lynn had no intention of stealing his limelight, so he followed behind him with Anthony.
King Bazel's eyes swept across Anthony, and then stayed on Lynn for a long time, and finally turned to look at Hattar and sighed. "If you walked into this hall alone tonight, I would be very happy, Hattar!"
Chapter 291: Uncontrolled power will sooner or later bring disaster to this kingdom!
"Of course you will be happy. If I had come to the appointment alone, I would have been killed by the guards!" Hattar replied with a sneer.
"I didn't expect you to see me this way, Hattar..." the king said with a sigh.
"But this is what you do, isn't it, my father?" Hattar's expression suddenly turned cold. He stared at the extremely old Bazel sitting on the throne in front of him, and raised his tone a bit as he asked loudly.
"Why Harold? That good-for-nothing who does nothing but curry favor with the church. How am I inferior to him?"
"Answer me, father!" Hattar growled with gritted teeth, his eyes wide open, and roared.
Basel stared at Hattar in silence, but Hattar continued to question him relentlessly.
"Isn't it what you have been doing to reduce the authority of the church and consolidate all power in your hands? Or are you afraid? Are you afraid of the power of the church and are you willing to be a puppet king like Harold?"
"If you don't understand this, it means you are not qualified, Hattar, and are far from being able to shoulder the responsibility of being a king." Bazel looked at his second son with great disappointment.
"Really?" Hattar's face twisted, but he soon regained his composure and laughed. "But now it turns out that I am right. Harold lost, Anruk is dead, and from tomorrow I will become the new king of Hadratha!"
"And I... have surpassed you, father! I will expel all those priests from the kingdom, bring every territory under the rule of the king and the nobles, and become a true King of Hadhrata!" Hattar said excitedly.
"In that case, then come on." Bazel stood up from the throne with great effort, drew out his sword, and pointed it at Hattar. "More than a hundred years ago, your grandfather chopped off the head of the previous king here and seized the throne of Hadratha... Let me see how magnanimous you are as a king!"
Hattar, who was pointed at by the sword, paused for a moment. He did not expect that Bazel, who was over eighty years old, would actually intend to duel with him to decide the ownership of the throne. He was a little at a loss for a moment.
Although he did come to seize the throne, he had no intention of regicide. He just wanted to make Bazel understand that he was the best candidate to become king.
"Of course, you can also choose to let someone else kill your father!" Basel's words were sharp, with a hint of sarcasm.
At this point, Hattar no longer hesitated. He shook off the blood on the sword, gripped the hilt tightly, and rushed towards Basel.
"Qiang~"
There was an ear-piercing sound of metal collision, sparks flew, and the two swords intertwined. Basel was already very old, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind, but he held the sword firmly with both hands and blocked the attack.
"Is this all the strength you have, Hattar?" King Bazel said disappointedly. "Although power and status are very important, strength is what truly belongs to you and will be your last resort..."
Hattar was instantly enraged, and while swinging his sword towards Bazel's head, he roared angrily: "That was just when I didn't want to kill you!"
The sound of swords clashing continued to ring out in the huge palace. Hattar's movements were swift and beautiful. As a prince, he had naturally received the best guidance and the most rigorous combat training. He also inherited a powerful bloodline, so his strength should not be underestimated.
But his opponent was the king of Hadhratah, Bazel, who once led his troops to explore new places and was known as the Lion!
"Don't let your anger affect your actions. This is a taboo. Don't let me see your expression. It will expose your next move!" Bazel blocked Hattar's powerful attack again, then turned the sword and left a clear blood mark on the opponent's face, saying coldly. "The enemy's blade will not show mercy!"
Lin En watched the fight between the father and son with great interest. He was very interested in these so-called royal families and nobles who inherited his bloodline.
According to [Magic Creator] Vittorio, these inherited "excellent bloodlines" should be the remnants of the old times, and they may all be descendants of some powerful shaping wizards.
It's similar to Owen who took the fusion potion to gain the power of Warcraft...
Of course, this cannot be confirmed. Wizards have a variety of methods, especially hundreds of years ago when there was no mainstream school of thought, it was possible to gain power by any means.
As for the strength of the two, Hattar has the physical fitness of a second-level shaping wizard, while King Bazel is obviously stronger. Even though he is old, he can still calmly take on every sword of Hattar.
On the surface, the two were evenly matched, but the gap soon became apparent. Hattar became more and more impatient as he failed to defeat the opponent for a long time. A red light surged around him, his strength suddenly increased, and his sword became faster again.
"Using uncontrolled power will only backfire!" Bazel's expression remained unchanged. He did not defend himself this time. He took the opportunity to strike the sword at a tricky angle. "For a sword, faster is not always better!"
Hattar only felt his right hand suddenly go numb, and the sword slipped out of his hand.
However, Basel did not pursue the victory. He dropped the sword in his hand, and his old hand tightly grasped Hattar's collar. He opened his mouth to say something, but the next moment he felt a pain in his chest. It was a dagger that pierced straight into his heart.
The person who took action was Hattar!
"This is what you taught me, father. I should never let my guard down." Hattar's madness was accompanied by calmness, and his words were almost spoken through his teeth.
Blood gushed out of the corners of Bazel's mouth, but a smile appeared on his face. He held Hattar's hand and stabbed the dagger deeper, his eyes burning. "Don't be afraid. Remember this feeling, my son. The throne is made of iron and blood. The only person you can trust is yourself."
"And there is no difference between priests, nobles, and wizards... uncontrolled power will sooner or later bring disaster to this kingdom!" Bazel's voice was very low, mixed with a low moan of pain, almost ringing in Hattar's ears. "You did something wrong, you shouldn't have completely destroyed the church and broken this balance, but it's too late, everything is too late now!"
I treat you and Harold the same way... Bazel wanted to continue speaking, but the surging blood had blocked his throat, and his body soon collapsed...