The battle situation was getting worse and worse for the three of Roses, and Reska seized the opportunity to stab with a sword, and the weakest Narcisse couldn't dodge and was stabbed through the abdomen.

Torrents of blood flowed down in large streams, and Rose struggled to block Resca, who wanted to mend the sword, and the dagger flew and left an ugly scar on the enemy's body. Eugenia took the opportunity to drag Narcisse away from the battlefield.

"Retreat." Otsur was a little helpless, but the current situation really did not allow them to continue with the killing plan.

Rose clenched her silver teeth, and reason told her that it was indeed time to retreat, otherwise not only she but also Narcisse and Eugenia would be in danger.

……

Edward sped up and ran towards Jon III's room, surrounded by countless of Odin's comrades who were killing each other.

He knew it was Rafman and Ozul's men.

It's not the same as O'Sur told him! A wave of anger grew in his heart.

He let out an "ahh

Ausur told him that Rafman had become disobedient, so he hoped that Edward would stay, and that he would be sent out to suppress the Beasts, also as an excuse to keep him in the royal capital.

He half-convinced and agreed.

It's just that no one expected the smoke to rise so quickly.

Judging from the information reacted by all parties, it was Ossur who caused the turmoil in a vain attempt to take down the power of the eldest prince in one fell swoop.

Now he only wanted to know about his father, Jon III, and he hoped that his two brothers would still have a little humanity and not be completely swallowed up by the desire for power.

"Calm down." Ivan said.

"How do you calm me down?"

Ivan is also helpless, anyone who encounters this kind of situation of fighting in the same room may not be able to calm down, but Edward's appearance of killing people when he sees someone is really something he doesn't want to see.

"These people are rebels, they deserve to die!"

Speaking of which, Ivan knew that he couldn't stop Edward, and to put it bluntly, it was just a family matter.

……

Esher hurried to Jon III's palace, and as soon as he was notified of the start of Otsoul's plans, he sent all the family's guards.

He was to protect the old king, which was their family's pledge of "eternal allegiance", and it was also his duty as Minister of Defense.

"My lord, the young master is also here." A cronie whispered beside him.

"Itkarn? Didn't it tell you to stay at home? ”

As soon as he saw his eldest son, Ashur was criticized for his face.

For his son, Esher is also helpless from the heart, and Itkahn, who has been flying since he was a child, no longer knows how much unnecessary trouble he has added to the family.

However, he is his own child after all, and he has pity on the hearts of parents in the world, and Esher does not want him to have anything to do with such a dangerous occasion tonight.

"Come with us."

Seeing that Itkarn lowered his head and didn't speak, as if he was scolding you, Esher also relented, and he led his guards into the main hall, and Itkarn followed behind.

Seeing the old king on the hospital bed, Esher couldn't help but cry a little.

When he was young, it was the age of Jon III's Megatron Continent, and when he saw that Odin's hero, who once seemed to be invincible, was now lying on a sickbed, he realized that this man had also reached the age of almost the end of his life.

As Asher sighed, he found his son, Itkarn, suddenly slowly moving forward from the back of the group.

With an inexplicable smile on his face, Esher didn't know why he was suddenly a little flustered.

"What are you doing! Iterkahn! He shouted.

"It's nothing, father. I just wanted to get a closer look at our Majesty the King. ”

"Stop! Iterkahn! You don't have permission to get close to the king! ”

Itkarn didn't answer, but he was slowly approaching Jon III's sickbed.

The surrounding guards were also a little at a loss, if it was someone else, they would have rushed up and taken down the other party, but in the face of the young master of their own family, they really didn't dare to act without permission before the head of the family spoke.

"Stop him!" Esher shouted.

The guards glanced at each other, blocking the way in front of Itkarn.

Itkarn stopped.

"Father, you don't believe me, do you?"

"No, I'm just a private person." Esher was a little weak-hearted, but Itkarn's actions did not seem normal to him.

"Forget it." Itkarn still had that eerie smile on his face.

"I don't even trust my own son, Lord Ashur is really vigilant." Another unfamiliar voice came.

A tattered black cloak appeared in a corner of the hall like a ghost.

"Itkarn!" Ashur roared angrily.

He understands that his son has made an unforgivable mistake! He brought the enemy here.

Suddenly, this man in the prime of life seemed to be much older.

"Do it, kill this assassin!"

At this point, Esher had no choice but to deal with the assassin first, and as for Itkarn, he could only ask for the court's forgiveness afterwards.

The guards swarmed up, all of whom could be brought by the elite of the family and the best in the army, but the black-robed assassin just stood there and watched the soldiers rush towards him.

The long sword of the frontmost guard swung out, and the blade was only a foot away from the black-robed man.

Then, he moved.

Unthinkable speed! It's like walking around the edge of a knife! The man kicked one of the guards in the knee, then lowered his head to dodge the attack from behind, the whole person jumped up and spun around in the air and then knocked down several guards with a strong kick, and after landing on the ground, he quickly retreated sideways, his elbow also hit back, squatted, and his legs swept out! The man quickly turned around, grabbed the person next to him, and threw him away. He was like a black storm, knocking down the guards who surrounded him in a few rounds, and such a strong skill made the rest of the people a little jealous, and they no longer approached easily.

Ashur frowned, and he said to the cronies who stayed next to him to protect him: "Tran, you go, the others don't seem to be his opponents. ”

Tran nodded, turned around and rushed forward in a few big strides, jumping over the wall with both legs.

The black-robed man suddenly felt a palpitation, and his gaze swept to a figure that was not good-looking.

"Bang!"

The two fists faced each other, each taking a few steps back.

The black-robed man was surprised, but he still looked in a good mood.

"Lord Eshur is finally going to get serious. Thankfully, our people have arrived! ”

He spread his arms, and in the corners behind him, on the beams, a large number of black robes danced in the wind, revealing the patterns on their forearms.

Bucktooth!

Finally finished the exam, and I will work hard to update it later, I hope to support it!!