"Protect the King!" "Kill these rebels!"

Inside Hadratta, Simmons, the leader of the Praetorian Guard, shouted and ordered his guards to rely on their shields to resist the onslaught of muskets.

Most of the troops in the royal capital have been dispatched to carry out the mission tonight, but Bazel also considered the possibility of failure and even the possibility of leaving the mountain, so it is naturally impossible for the palace to be unprotected.

In addition to a part of the Praetorian Guards who remained behind, there were several bishops and more than a dozen priests to assist in the defense, so even though Raeder led more people and used flintlock pistols, he couldn't attack it for a while.

It wasn't until the huge pillar of thunder that was enough to illuminate the royal capital fell from the sky that the balance of the situation was broken.

Raeder and the others were also taken aback, but fortunately, they had been instructed before, and they could vaguely guess what was going on.

The guards guarding the palace were inevitably in chaos, especially the priests and bishops who assisted in the defense, because the pillar of thunder that fell from the sky did not belong to any kind of magic they knew!

"Don't panic, it's Lord Ansulk reprimanding those who rebel, God... Equal to me! Simmons shouted hoarsely, barely stopping the chaos of the army, but he could not avoid rows of soldiers falling under the rain of gunfire and bullets.

The only thing that relieved Simmons was that after a few volleys, the guns never rang out again.

Raeder and the others have run out of ammunition!

From the royal capital all the way to the palace, after several battles on the way, the little ammunition they carried on their bodies had been exhausted, and everyone raised their muskets in their hands and prepared to start a white-knuckle battle!

Simmons quickly realized this from the movements of these people and immediately became agitated. "Everyone, cheer up, our chance to fight back has arrived, those devil believers are no longer able to attack with powerful witchcraft, now is the time for us to win the victory!"

The Praetorian Guards, who were forced to cower inside the shield wall and were beaten by rounds of musket fire, clenched the long knives in their hands and pounced on the opposing crowd like wolves.

Simmons was no exception, and immediately set his sights on Raeder, who was in charge of the command in the crowd - as long as he took out the leader first, it would be a huge demoralization blow to such a rebel!

Simmons swung the heavy knight's sword in his hand, and he actually swung the lightness of the thin sword, and in an instant, he slashed the two musketeers who surrounded him.

As the leader of the Praetorian Guard, who is deeply trusted by King Bazel, Simmons is not a noble knight with excellent bloodline, but he has taken a divine charismatic potion with his military exploits, and has a physical quality beyond ordinary people.

"Get out of the way!" Raeder shouted loudly, stopping more people from surrounding him to protect him.

"It's a bit of a guts!" Simmons shook the blood from the blade in his hand rather unexpectedly, and then a hideous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "But I'll take your life!"

The moment the words fell, Simmons's whole person was like a fierce wind, and he crossed a distance of more than ten meters in three or two steps, and swung the knight's heavy sword in his hand to slash at Reald.

However, Raeder, who was facing him, threw away the musket in his hand directly, and instead took out a palm-sized, pitch-black short gun from the chain bag, and pointed the black muzzle at Simmons.

A chill suddenly welled up in his heart from the soles of his feet, and Simmons, who had just seen a flintlock gun shooting, could certainly guess that this thing was something similar.

However, it was too close to dodge, and Simmons was only able to turn his sword sideways and turn attack into defense, and with his superior reflexes, he was even able to easily parry the speeding arrows......

Even though this strange magic weapon shoots projectiles much faster than arrows and crossbows, he is sure that he can block it!

The next moment, the gunshots rang out suddenly!

The expression on Simmons' face also changed from solemnity to horror, because what burst out of the muzzle of the gun was not a single projectile, but dozens or hundreds!

Dense projectiles flew out of the muzzle of the gun, and then scattered in a conical shape, and in such a wide range of projectile coverage, Simmons could not even dodge the most basic, and his left arm, shoulder, waist and abdomen were all pierced by the speeding lead bullets at the same moment, and even exploded, turning into fragments in the sky and spilling all over the ground......

Simmons' body fell to the ground like a dead leaf, and his eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness, which is not the way a knight should fight and die......

"Times have changed, idiot!" Raeder shook his head, it was a masterpiece specially made for him by the Alchemy Workshop.

It was originally meant to deal with those bishops in an emergency, and since Simmons insisted on getting up, it was time to try his shot!

Raeder put away his spear, picked up the knight's sword, and strung Simmons' mangled corpse high, shouting that the leader was dead, disintegrating the Janissaries' fighting spirit.

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At this moment, in the palace, the attendants and ministers were in chaos, and the sound of swords and gunfire from the outside world was endless, but Bazel was still sitting on the throne, without the intention of moving.

"Your Majesty, those damned miners are coming in soon, and if you don't leave, it's going to be too late." A loyal attendant fell to his knees and spoke in an anxious tone.

"No, they're already outside the door." Bazel's face was very calm, and the moment he received the report that the palace had been attacked, he had already guessed that tonight's operation against those wizards was just a game.

They got into the game, like prey in a spider's web, and the struggle was in vain.

Bazel was well aware of this and had no intention of fleeing.

His longevity has come to an end, and death is a matter of time......

And this is his own kingdom, the territory of the Bazel family for generations, and he also needs to examine the new successor, whether his stupid son is capable of ruling the kingdom!

A cacophony of sounds came from far and near, accompanied by a large number of killings and footsteps, and the entire palace began to tremble slightly, as if it was about to collapse.

After a few moments, everything was calm and the doors of the palace were finally opened.

Hattar was the first to step into the palace, still carrying a blood-stained sword, and Lynn had no intention of stealing the limelight from him, and followed behind Anthony.

King Bazel's gaze swept over Antony's body, and then lingered on Lynn's body for a long time, and finally turned to look at Hatar and sighed. "If you walk into this hall alone tonight, I'll be glad to do it, Hatar!"