Silver Palace, in front of Miyagi.

The guards of ten thousand kings are arrayed.

There were a total of ten sword saints present, two king-level, and middle-level swordsmen could only serve as ordinary soldiers, and this force was one of the ballast stones of the royal capital.

In the face of the charge of eight thousand knights, the guards did not move, although the king's blood brave can bring wavering, but the honor instilled for a long time has made them not retreat, at this time in the silver palace, the first prince is besieging Darius, the conspirator Shaliye is the biggest enemy, once this highness is allowed to pass, King Asra will suffer a mortal crisis.

The Asra Guards are the King's Shield.

The head of the Guards Legion is hideous, he needs time and lies to fight for the prince who is loyal to him, His Majesty is not worthy of sitting on the throne at all, the three kingdoms of magic in the north are vigorously developing the application of magic, and the king dragon kingdom in the south is also fighting fiercely, the demons on the demon continent are ready to move, and the situation does not allow the king of Asra to be a mediocre person who will only stay in Mei Ji's bedroom.

The Captain of the Guards waved his hand and ordered, he thought that there were not many people who loved the country under his feet more than himself, and for this reason, even if he killed the king's blood, he would not hesitate to pay for himself.

The elite magician group of five hundred people chanted at the same time, under the command and dispatch of the second fire king-level magician of the palace, the tide of magic emerged and lingered around it, after the holy level, the magician can affect the magic in the environment, such as the famous general water magic thunder cumulonimbus, and the use of the numerical advantage is the fundamental means of the legion against the strong.

Emperor-level magic, composed of black flame breath, a condensed fireball with a diameter of ten meters slowly rose into the air.

And at this moment, a guard guarding the magician regiment suddenly defected, and the alchemy sword saint Mead threw the long sword in his hand with all his might, and the magician needed three to five seconds to chant, and when he was controlling the emperor-level magic, the Fire King was defenseless.

The Captain of the Guards was stunned, and after killing the Second Princess's Chief Knight with his own hands, Mead became his most trusted subordinate, fierce and loyal, and resolutely carried out any orders, including the slaughter of the nobles of the Second Prince's faction before the sun rose, but now he ignored the promised reward and rebelled.

The long sword pierced the back of the head of the Fire King-level magician, and even the healer could not do anything about this injury, and among the 1,000 guards, only a few hundred drew their swords and slashed, but it also caused the group of magicians who chanted the gap to suffer heavy losses.

What's even worse is that the black flame breath is out of control, and it does not dissipate, but directly explodes beyond everyone's expectations.

On the long sword, the matrix of the reserved spell collapsed under the fluctuations, and the black flames suddenly swept out.

The five thousand cavalry arrived in front of the battle array almost at the same time as the explosion, and the confidence of the king's blood knights was greatly increased, and the brave man was indeed the one favored by fate.

When the two sides came into contact, blood and minced flesh splattered.

The formidable battle array was easily shredded, and the guards in the rear near the explosion had begun to flee, and Mead and another Juggernaut died, and the army was in turmoil.

The Captain of the Guards drew his sword, and a fighting spirit as wide as ten meters slashed away, instantly strangling hundreds of knights, along with the stainless steel armor on their bodies that had attack resistance.

The second sword was swung, and the commander of the guards army rushed towards the king's bloody Shaliye, he saw the other party's indifferent eyes, facing the enemy at the top of the sword master, in order to be foolproof, the guard sword king decisively cast the mystery, and the magic crystals in his body worked wildly.

The water god flows the mystery of the half-step fortified city.

Within a step of the sword's body, it was full of fighting spirit, condensed into a fortified city that could not be broken through, with strong defensive power, but it could also be used to attack.

The long sword was slashed out, and in a trance, it was like a mountain pressing forward, and the momentum was majestic and majestic.

The speed of the black dragon rider was very fast, Jiang Yuan placed the holy sword at his side, and the magic power in his body instantly solidified into crystals under the extreme control.

The two sides clashed, Jiang Yuan pulled out the holy sword, the blue and red light of the source demon's fighting spirit flickered, and the increase of the Wind Knight and the Wind Whisperer made the already unrivaled edge of the sword blade even better, and when he slashed into the fortified city, the resistance came, but the dragon flame burst bullet was released at the tip of the sword, and the overwhelming advantage of no chant over ordinary magicians was revealed.

The Dragon Flame Burst exploded inside the Half-Step Fortified City, and the Holy Sword Guard Legion Leader split in two from his chest.

The black dragoon crosses the enemy.

After a sword, Jiang Yuan was promoted to the level of sword king, and the sword slashing style was engraved on the magic crystal, giving birth to a mystery that belongs to him.

The cavalry broke through the battle formation and faced one of the most elite troops of the empire, although it had a huge advantage, but it still lost more than 2,000 people, and the intermediate swordsman, as an ordinary soldier, had enough desperate strength before dying.

The palace gate broke through, and three thousand white steps appeared in front of you, and the silver palace lay horizontally at the end.

Fifteen hundred forbidden soldiers stood on the left and right, and three masked Wang Xuewei stood side by side, exuding a strong aura all over their bodies.

"Your Highness, the Silver Palace does not allow troops other than the forbidden army to enter." The old voice rang out.

"But I can." Jiang Yuan dismounted, and the holy sword in his hand brought wisps of blue and red light.

"There are two emperor-level and six hundred high-level swordsmen inside."

Another voice rang out.

"How many people dare to kill the king's blood."

Jiang Yuan climbed the steps, and the three of them retreated to avoid it.

"A king can be fierce and greedy, he can be arbitrary, he can act recklessly, but he cannot be mediocre."

Another voice came.

"He informed me, and it was a wise choice."

Jiang Yuan walked past Wang Xuewei, and when he turned his head sideways, the three Wang Xuewei avoided their gaze, and none of them wanted to bear the last fierceness of the holy sword.

"Looks like he's disappointed you."

"Everyone has relatives." The old voice replied.

"But if I am the king, if you dare to be disappointed, you will die."

Jiang Yuan turned around and continued to rise.

"Then wait until you sit on the throne."

In front of the Silver Palace, nearly 400 corpses fell to the ground, and the forbidden army willing to be loyal to the king was killed here.

Five of the king's blood guards, two of whom supported Gravel's usurpation of the throne, and three of them were in trouble, and the experience of the count's only daughter seemed to be just the fuse, and the dissatisfaction with King Asra had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"Good." Jiang Yuan bowed his head slightly, he even hoped that Brother Wang would intensify his efforts, the sword king who died just now, the determination he had was definitely not supported by the so-called glory and wealth.

That guy may still be a positive character, after all, in the original world line, the first prince is indeed a well-working king.

Jiang Yuan kicked open the door of the Silver Palace.

In the candle-lit palace, King Asra was bored with the loss of life, and his ministers retreated to the corner, waiting for the "natural" death of the monarch, the forbidden army was lined up in two rows, clad in armor and holding swords, the first prince stood by the throne, and Darius was wiping sweat with a silk scarf.

No one dared to kill the king.

The Mandate of Heaven, which has been inherited for more than 400 years, has its own potential.

The king needs to die in a decent way, the sword is not realistic, poisoning is already the limit of what the ancient hero can tolerate in the underground palace, and this is still based on the fact that King Asra is indeed quite a bastard.

"Brother, it's too late to save the car, and I hope to forgive my sins." Jiang Yuan said calmly.

King Asra nodded with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Do your best, don't be pushy."

Bandang knows loyal ministers!

(End of chapter)