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Sonorous –

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

Feeling the continuous weakening of the body, the inner restlessness is becoming more and more intense.

Cold eyes squinted at the unyielding guards in front of them, even though they were scarred and their flesh was blurred, their figures still stood unyielding.

Maybe he didn't expect things to get to this point.

He was very aware of his strength to temporarily enter the Law Realm, even if he couldn't fully exert the true power of the Law Realm, it was still more than enough to deal with a few high-ranking peak warriors.

However.

Who knew that the tacit formation of the three guards in front of him was able to resist his every deadly attack.

He tried to get rid of it, he tried to crack it.

However, the result was always in vain.

The more time passed, the more his patience wore out, and if he continued to maintain this situation, I am afraid that he would be worn to death by them sooner or later.

He couldn't stand this outcome, so he could only erupt in waves of even more aggressive attacks.

Although the three guards were silent and indifferent, they were deeply aware of the advantages and disadvantages between the two sides, even if Bedwin deliberately or unintentionally exposed many flaws, they did not grasp and fight back.

They have only one purpose.

Stalling for time and waiting for the opponent's strength to decline.

In the desolate and bleak courtyard, the guards who fell in the weeds around them had long since been silenced by the battle between Bedwin and the others, and occasionally groaned slightly, and finally disappeared with the wind.

Inside Sherlock Palace.

Vorance sat at a desk and drank the hot tea in his cup with a calm expression, the fierce battle outside the palace did not seem to affect his mood in the slightest, and his emaciated face remained unchanged.

There was not a single servant in the huge palace, and it seemed rather secluded and deserted, and even the tea was served by Volance himself.

As early as after the coup d'état, a large number of servants serving in the palace began to flee in panic, but in order to prevent the news from leaking, most of them died in the butcher's knife of Wallans' subordinates, and the few who did not die may not know which unknown hidden place in the palace at this time.

Coups often represent death, and throughout history, people have been lamented by the ambitions of their instigators, but they have always unconsciously ignored the many innocent lives that have died under the coup.

A maid who may have served for many years just to raise the young children of her family.

Every time I returned home tired, I saw the lovely and affectionate call of my children, and the heaviness of my body and mind dissipated in an instant.

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

However, she died innocently.

No one would think of this humble maid, and no one would care about the young girl she remembered when she was dying.

Anger, sadness, and reluctance cannot change this reality.

Man is indifferent, man is numb.

It's none of their business, what they experience is often just a touch of emotion, and 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 Wallance, he wouldn't care about the dead ants.

The little people have the thoughts of the little people, and the big people have the thoughts of the big people, and the two distinct classes are like two parallel lines that never meet.

What is he concerned about now?

He was concerned about the situation outside the city of Erania, he was concerned about the whereabouts of Lotrin, he was concerned about the final road to the throne......

And Bedwin, who had come to risk his assassination, was not his concern, even if he was close at hand.

Not caring doesn't mean not worrying.

But is he worried?

He wasn't worried.

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

"Bang-"

A violent tremor suddenly reverberated and sounded, and Volance looked up, only to see the smoke and dust dissipating, and a huge crack in the wall of the palace in the distance.

"You're here?"

In the haze, a figure slowly appeared, and Volance just glanced at it and said flatly.

He knew who was coming in front of him.

"Yes."

The smoke and dust cleared, and the visitors looked a little wolf, their disguised guards in tattered clothes, and many places around them were soaked in bright red blood.

"They're dead?"

"Die a well-deserved death."

Volance nodded slightly, "Since you're here, don't go." ”

As the words fell, the two guards behind him disappeared as if they had received some kind of order, and the next moment, they had already drawn their blades and slashed at the assassin in front of them.

The long sword was swung, and a cold light appeared.

The sudden attack of the guards froze for a moment, and then the figure retreated sharply.

"Boom—"

There was another loud bang, and the whole palace seemed to be shaking, and a lot of rubble fell one after another.

Gently patting the gray layer on his shoulder, Wallance's calm brow furrowed slightly, and he stood up, he needed to get out of here.

Because he knew that if he continued to stay in the palace, it was likely that the entire palace would be affected by the impact of their battle, and even cause the consequences of collapse, and he did not want to put himself in such a dangerous situation.

On the way out of the palace, Beedwen launched several attacks on him without fear of death, but each time he was blocked by two stronger guards in front of him.

Gradually, the scope of the battle began to break away from Sherlock Palace with his movements.

There was only one thought in Bedwin's heart at this time!

Can't let each other go!

Walking out of the palace and looking at the messy courtyard, in addition to the guards who fell all around him, the most conspicuous thing was the few corpses with broken limbs and broken arms at his feet.

He recognized that these bodies were the three personal guards who guarded him.

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

"Get out of here!!"

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

Before they could react, the two guards who had been suddenly hit saw a white light pierce the front.

Under the sun, blood flowers bloom.

Bedwin drew his sword, and the two guards in front of him fell with a bang.

Perhaps sensing movement behind him, Volance turned around and saw Bedwin breathing heavily and holding his sword as he walked towards him step by step.

"Your body doesn't seem to be able to hold it anymore."

"Don't care about Your Highness, at least I can support enough to kill you!"

Bedwin dragged his tired body, his steps getting slower and slower

"Really?"

Volance said.

One step, one step.

Bedwin began to bow down in his gaze, his hair quickly turning pale, his skin withered, like an old man about to die.

"Actually burned all his own life, maybe I should really appreciate Sasso for having such a subordinate."

A few steps away.

A smile appeared on Bedwin's already shriveled and old face, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "Because, this is my fate!" Bye! His Highness Volance! ”

His blade, at this moment, shone the last light of his life.