Crane —

Once again, he knocked away the three guards in front of him by relying on the suppression of realm strength, and even a layer of slight sweat appeared on Bedwen's cheeks.

Feeling the continuous weakness of the body, the restlessness in my heart becomes stronger and stronger.

Cold eyes narrowed at the unyielding guards in front of them. Even though the scars were covered with blood and blood, their figures still stood firm.

Maybe he didn't expect things to be so troublesome.

He knew very well that he had temporarily entered the realm of law. Even if he could not fully exert the realm of law, he would still be more than enough to deal with several top-level warriors.

However.

Unexpectedly, the three guards in front of him had a tacit understanding of each other and had a tacit defense that barely resisted every deadly attack of his attack.

He has tried to get rid of it, and has tried to crack it.

However, the result is always futile.

The longer the time, the more patience he is, the more he will be worn out. If he continues to maintain this situation, he will be tortured to death by them in the end sooner or later.

He could not tolerate such a result, so he could only burst out with even more fierce attacks.

Although the three guards were taciturn and numb and cold, they were deeply aware of the pros and cons between the two sides. Even if Bedwen showed many flaws intentionally or unintentionally, they did not catch them and counterattack.

They had only one purpose to defend themselves.

Delay time and wait for the opponent's strength to decline.

In the desolate and bleak courtyard, the guards lying in the weeds around had already lost their voices by the battle between Bedwin and others. They occasionally moaned slightly, and eventually disappeared with the wind.

In Sherlock Palace.

Volance sat at a desk and drank the hot tea in the cup with a calm expression. The fierce battle outside the palace seemed to have no effect on his mood at all. The thin face, like a knife and axe, remained unchanged.

There was no servant in the huge palace, and it looked quite quiet and quiet, and even the tea was soaked by Walens himself.

As early as after the coup, a large number of servants serving in the palace began to flee in panic. However, in order to prevent the news from leaking, most of them died in the butcher knife of the subordinates of Worance. Perhaps a few people who did not die might not know which unknown hidden place in the palace at this time.

Coups often represent death. Throughout history, people feel the ambition and desire of the initiators, but they always unconsciously ignore the many innocent dead lives under the coup.

A maid, perhaps she worked hard for many years to raise the young children in the family.

Whenever I return home exhausted, I see my children’s lovely and affectionate call, and the heavy body and mind are instantly dissipated.

This is the meaning of her life, this is the happiness of her life.

But, she died innocently.

No one will think of this humble maid, no one will care about her young children whom she cares about when she dies.

Anger, sadness, and unwillingness to change this reality.

People are cold and numb.

Things don’t matter to you. What they experience is often just an emotional touch. When the touch passes, they always have to return to the future of life they face.

Because, this world is so cruel and selfish.

For a superior like Volance, he would not care about the dead ants.

Small people have the thoughts of small people, big people have the thoughts of big people, and the two clearly divided classes never meet like two parallel lines.

What is he caring about now?

He is caring about the situation outside Elania, he is caring about the whereabouts of Roslin, he is caring about the last path to the throne...

And Bedwin, who came to risk his assassination, was not something he was concerned about even if he was close to him.

Not caring does not mean not worrying.

But is he worried?

He is not worried.

Because there were still two guards behind him with cold and numb expressions.

"Bang--"

A violent vibration suddenly echoed. Volance looked up and saw smoke and dust dissipating, and a huge crack appeared on the walls of the palace in the distance.

"You're here?"

In the hazy state, a figure slowly appeared, and Volance just glanced at it and said calmly.

He knew who was coming.

"Yes."

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the visitor looked a little embarrassed. The disguised guards' clothing was in rags, and many parts of the body were stained with bright red blood.

"Are they dead?"

"Diet to the point."

Wolance said slightly, "Since you are here, don't leave."

After saying that, the two guards behind him seemed to have received some order and disappeared. The next moment, they had already pulled out their blades and slashed at the assassin in front of them.

The long sword was swinging, and a cold light suddenly appeared.

The escort who was raiding suddenly stopped and then retreated quickly.

"Boom--"

There was another loud noise, and the entire palace seemed to be shaking, and a lot of gravel and rubble fell down one after another.

Gently patting the gray layer on his shoulder, Worans frowned slightly between his calm eyebrows, and stood up, he needed to leave here.

Because he knew that if he continued to stay in the palace, it was very likely that the entire palace would be affected by the impact of their battles, and even caused the consequences of collapse. He was unwilling to put himself in such a dangerous situation.

On the way out of the palace, Bedwen launched several attacks on him without fear of death, but every time he was blocked and intercepted by two more powerful guards in front of him.

Gradually, the scope of the battle began to leave the Sherlock Palace with his movements.

Bedwen had only one thought in his mind at this moment!

You can't let the other party go!

Walking out of the palace and looking at the messy courtyard, except for the fallen guards around, the most conspicuous ones were the corpses with broken limbs and broken arms at their feet.

He recognized that these corpses were the three personal guards who protected him.

He didn't stay much, and soon, his steps moved again.

"Get out of here!!"

Behind him, Bedwen roared and roared, and in an instant, the two figures flew backwards out of the palace.

It just landed, and before any response was met, two guards who were suddenly severely injured saw a white light stabbed towards them.

In the sun, blood flowers bloom.

Bedwen drew out his sword and the two guards in front of him fell down with a bang.

Perhaps because he noticed the movement behind him, Worance turned around and saw Bedwin walking towards him step by step with his sword in his breath.

"Your body seems to be unable to support it."

"Your Highness doesn't need to care, at least I can support myself enough to kill you!"

Bedwin dragged his tired body and his pace became slower and slower...

"Yeah?"

Wolance said so.

One step, one step.

Bedwin in front of him began to bow in his sight, his hair quickly pale and his skin withered, like an old man about to die.

"I actually burned all my life. Maybe I really should appreciate Sasso's ability to have such a subordinate."

A few steps away.

Bedwin's already shriveled and old face appeared a smile, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "Because, this is my destiny! Goodbye! His Highness Worans!"

His sword edge shone with the last light of life at this moment.
Chapter completed!