Chapter 474 Twists and turns
Wait for the flames to slowly dissipate.
Prince Dazlet's originally dull eyes gradually regained their vitality. He frowned, first calmly scanned the surrounding environment, and then shouted:
"Babaye."
"Your Highness, it's great that you are okay..."
The steward came back to his senses from the shock of the prince's resurrection. He walked over slightly choked with sobs, and immediately showed a surprised smile. He took off his coat with tacit understanding and put it on Dazlet's body with his own hands.
The prince stepped barefoot in the ashes of a charred carpet, bent down and picked up the cross sword, his expression was unusually indifferent, and his voice was calm but contained murderous intent:
"I really didn't expect that someone would dare to try to take away the lives of me and my sister at my birthday dinner in the Palace of the Sun in Tourmaline Kloster..."
He turned back and glanced lovingly at Princess Anna, who had been temporarily placed on the sofa. Several palace doctors who arrived were sweating profusely. It was obvious that the princess was in extremely poor condition at this time.
Dazlet took a deep breath and pointed his sword at the guests present.
"You are my invited guests, but I'm sorry, everyone must be questioned and examined tonight... I swear on the honor of the Sun Royal Family that I will not wrong anyone, but I will not let go of despicable poisoning either. ”
"Dazlet...Your Highness, isn't this bad?"
A slightly fat middle-aged man frowned and said in a deep voice.
He was wearing a golden plaid cotton suit unique to members of the royal family, and there were several men and women similarly dressed beside him.
"Brino and Abode are both your biological uncles, how could they poison you? Your Majesty the Sun King, of course we are also grieved by the accident just now, and wish we could have executed the murderer on the spot... But the identity of the guests present It’s not simple, and there are also senior leaders of the Church of the Seven Gods. Doing this may offend many people, so why not wait until tomorrow..."
"Shut up."
Dazlet looked at the uncle coldly.
"That's because the person who was poisoned was not you, Duke Olasib... I have already died once, do you think I will care about this?"
The cold words made the slightly fat man speechless, and he had no choice but to shut up with a straight face.
The prince stabbed the cross sword hard at his feet and made a clanging sound. Immediately, he glanced at everyone fiercely, and his eyes even exuded a hint of madness.
"This is an order, not a request..."
He said every word.
Many of the guests present felt disgusted, but they did not dare to refute at this juncture. After all, the prince was in a state of anger, and no one wanted to be the target of the other's vent.
My family knows my own affairs. Since the person who poisoned the prince and princess was not me, why worry so much? I can just wait until the matter ends smoothly... At most, I am just upset that I am unlucky and have been so innocently implicated.
However, just as the imperial guards were preparing to take the guests out of the banquet hall, four or five waiters in white suddenly stood up among the servants who were huddled in the corner and rushed towards the prince.
These waiters are both male and female. They have expressionless faces and each holds a sharp knife in their hands. They embody a soul-stirring black light that seems to be able to cut the soul in two!
Not only that, several people also jumped out of the group of palace musicians. They changed their previous expressions of fear and panic, showed ferocious murderous intent, and attacked the prince with their bare hands. They waved several black light arrows directly from their hands, which were bound to kill Dazlet on the spot!
The guests took a breath. First, the saint of the natural sect sent a black sun painting to humiliate the royal family. Then, there was an attempt to assassinate the prince and princess with strange poisonous wine. Now, the assassin directly overturned the table and planned to kill the newly resurrected prince Dazlet again. die!
"Protect His Highness!!"
Chief Steward Babaye shouted loudly.
The Imperial guards wearing heavy armor stood in front of Prince Dazlat without fear of death, forming a wall of steel and human flesh. The guard in the front row neatly raised a metal pointed shield half a man's height, pointing his spear straight ahead, hoping to pierce the incoming assassin in one fell swoop.
"Death!"
Several assassins dressed as waiters coldly waved the table knives. It was obviously an "egg against a stone" scene, but the blade condensed with black light easily cut through the guards like a hot knife cutting through butter. Thick metal shield!
The momentum of the knife continued unabated, and it turned in a strange direction in mid-air. It instantly pierced the armor of the imperial guards and plunged directly into their bodies... With only a few muffled sounds, the guards' souls were wiped out and they fell to the ground on the spot.
Black light arrows followed closely, also piercing the bodies of several guards, killing them.
The spears and swords fired back by the guards shot through the air, but were easily dodged by the assassins and had no effect.
Although these imperial guards have undergone rigorous training and have taken potions prepared with mysterious substances, and their bodies have been strengthened, they are still only in the category of ordinary people. Facing these mid-level extraordinary assassins, it is simply difficult to resist them.
Just when the assassins broke through the defense of the imperial guards, and one of them even raised his table knife and stabbed the prince, a man's figure in a brown casual suit slowly rose from the ground, blocking the assassins from him. among princes.
The man gently raised his arm and clenched the assassin's knife-holding wrist with a snap. Immediately, half of a giant wing membrane that looked like bronze or granite suddenly appeared on his back, and it suddenly flapped forward.
Bang--dong-dong-dong!
The assassin and his surrounding companions were all seen flying backwards at high speed like pebbles struck by a stick, followed by a loud roar. The bodies of the assassins shattered several decorative stone sculptures, and were eventually buried under the rubble.
The man was holding a broken arm in his hand, dripping with blood. After pulling off his glove, a black sun mark was clearly revealed on the back of the broken arm.
"Oh, the remnants of the Sun Cross Society...have not given up after so many years, and now they dare to assassinate the prince at his birthday dinner. Do you think the Church of the Seven Gods is just a decoration?"
Eberhard chuckled lightly and threw the severed arm away.
He is the head of the Royal City Branch of the History and Ceremony Association. He had been standing by and watching, but at this critical moment he took action to save the prince.
"Thank you for your help, President Eberhard."
Even though the prince had just walked away from the edge of life and death, his expression remained calm. He nodded slightly and thanked the man in front of him.
However, the prince narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the broken arm on the ground. It seemed that what Eberhard just said caught his attention.
Eberhard turned around and stroked his chest:
"The History and Ceremony Association has always followed the oath of the Seven Gods to protect the royal family and the empire. Of course, it will not watch these clowns continue to dance."
"Then please ask the president for help to clean up all the remaining assassins... It's best to leave a few alive. I want to know how they lurked in."
Prince Dazlet glanced at Him and said.
"Of course, that's no problem."
Eberhard kept smiling as he answered.
However, at this moment, Princess Anna suddenly let out a suppressed scream, attracting the attention of the prince, the president and others.
They turned around and took a look, only to find a dagger stuck in Princess Anna's left breast, with blood flowing... And her mouth was slightly open, and her pale face was now even more distorted with pain.
Most of the palace doctors had died quietly and tragically, with their left chest stabbed and lying in a pool of blood. Only one palace doctor was still standing, turning his head and smiling coldly at everyone.
"Anna!"
The prince's eyes widened in fear, immediately showing extreme anger and madness.
"Cross of the Sun! You all deserve to die!"
However, what responded to him was the "palace doctor" raising his hand and waving a golden blade.
Buzz!
The extremely high-temperature light formed the blade of the sword. With a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, it passed through dozens or hundreds of afterimages and wiped towards Prince Dazlater's neck!
The heat wave distorted the space, as if draining the surrounding air, making everyone's breath stagnant... This power has obviously reached a mythical level!
The one who hides the deepest is the assassin disguised as a court doctor. He is a solar system saint of the Cross of the Sun!
"Ha!"
Eberhard sneered, his figure crossed the afterimage, and stopped in front of the light blade as if teleporting. The bronze wing film behind his back was horizontal, and he directly received the attack.
With a bang, the light blade trembled dozens of times in an instant, burned through the wing membrane, opened a huge hole, and ignited it... But this also exhausted its power, and then turned into sparks and dissipated in the air. .
Eberhard frowned slightly, and immediately flicked the bronze wing membrane. There was a faint sound of turning pages all around, and his figure twitched with the color of the contour lines. It was like going back in time, and the wing membrane recovered in an instant. As before.
The next second, his right arm seemed to have liquefied wax, turning into a turbid gray-white color. The blood vessels inside were vaguely visible, but what was flowing was blue-green seawater...
"Recognize the reality...it's just a meaningless struggle."
Albert laughed.
His gray right hand was clasped forward, and the air moisture around him instantly condensed. A terrifying water pressure directly enveloped the "palace doctor"'s body, squeezing it with a crash.
Poof——
The air screamed like a wail, and the scene was like a canvas that was suddenly twisted into a ball by invisible hands!
The extremely strong water pressure instantly "teared" away the surface of the real world's horizon, revealing countless cracks in the spiritual world underneath that were invisible to mortals. They were like wounds in space, spreading across every corner of the area, and a suction force that was so powerful that it was difficult to resist. The pulling force directly involved Eberhard and the "court doctor".
They both disappeared at the same time.
Subsequently, the spiritual rift in this area began to "heal" on its own.
At this moment, the banquet hall was covered with blood-stained corpses. Broken armor, weapons and shields could be seen everywhere, and it was a mess. The guests had already hid in the corner, but those assassins had no time to assassinate the prince, because Archpriest Camacho of the Hailing Regiment took action, sweeping the entire place with his own power and suppressing all the assassins.
The backup plan prepared by Princess Anna declared a complete failure...
Chen Lun lowered his eyes and sighed secretly in his heart. (End of chapter)