Chapter 1803 Moon Rising

Whoosh, whoosh.

Monte threw away his arms and ran with all his strength in the palace.

This was the first time that he had lost his manners and ran like this in the palace.

If possible, he definitely doesn't want to do this, but...

His Highness Svenson is dead!

Died in the hands of the snake sect demon hunters!

Until now, Monte couldn't believe it. His mind was blank, except for the order from King Attantine VI: Bring the snake sect demon hunters to him!

With such an order, Monte, as a close minister, would naturally do his best.

When he ran into the hall and looked at the snake sect demon hunters confronting the royal spies, Monte heaved a sigh of relief.

fine!

Fortunately it’s not the worst situation!

Monte couldn't help but feel a sense of joy in his heart.

However, when Monte saw the body of Spensen on one side, this trace of happiness flew out of the sky, and what was left was the swollen temples and the almost suffocating chest tightness.

As if someone had punched him in the face, stars flashed in Monte's eyes, his body staggered and he almost fell to the ground.

The worst situation is already here!

Is there anything worse than the current situation?

I am afraid……

Is it the death of His Majesty?

When such an idea came up, Monte shook his head quickly and threw such a disrespectful idea out of his mind.

Then, he took a few quick breaths and looked at the snake sect's demon hunter.

The other person stood there with a calm expression.

Behind the other party, the attendant and the guard stayed close to each other, especially the guard, who looked at the spies and palace guards around him with a fierce look in his eyes.

Obviously, as long as the snake sect demon hunter gives an order, this guard will rush forward and start killing.

Of course, including the attendant.

In fact, Monte was more concerned about the guard than the guard who looked fierce.

Because the other party held two firecrackers in his hands.

It's not an ordinary firecracker, but a firecracker with a muzzle the size of a fist, like a hand cannon!

Damn it!

Where did he hide his weapons?

Monte cursed in his heart.

There is no doubt that this was a dereliction of duty on his part.

Before entering the palace, he personally collected and kept the weapons of the three people.

And now a weapon that looked like a deadly weapon at first glance appeared in the opponent's hand... Thinking of the punishment he might face, Monte couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Sfinson is dead.

A group of people are destined to die.

He didn't want to be one of them.

So, he walked towards the confrontational crowd.

"Sir Colin, please calm down."

"Everyone, please calm down."

Monte shouted loudly.

How can I not die?

Naturally, I tried my best to fulfill His Majesty the King's instructions and obtain His Majesty's forgiveness!

As a close minister of the king, no matter what his reputation is outside, at least Monte's words are quite intimidating. His appearance also made the nervous palace guards and king's spies relax slightly.

Although they are undoubtedly elite, they have never experienced anything like this.

The heir to a kingdom was killed in the palace!

If you tell someone like this, who would believe it?

Others don't believe it.

They don't believe it either.

It can even be said that there are no masters among the six gods.

It can only be reported layer by layer.

Fortunately, Monte is here!

All eyes turned to Monte.

After Monte nodded slightly, the palace guards and spies immediately moved out of the way, allowing Monte to walk in front of Kieran.

"Sir."

Monte greeted Kieran with a wry smile.

The matter is irreversible.

But the basic etiquette must be there. It's not rigid, it's just that Monte doesn't want to die.

Unable to fulfill the king's orders, he will surely die.

If he speaks rudely to the snake sect demon hunter in front of him, he will definitely die. Monte is well aware of the opponent's strength.

Death is everywhere, and only by being cautious can one survive.

For a moment, Monte felt so pitiful and helpless.

If I don't die this time, I will retire early.

Even if I go to Morsa on the northern border, I don't want to stay here anymore.

Inexplicably, after making such a decision in his heart, Monte seemed to calm down.

"Your Majesty, I hope to see you and hear the reasons from your own mouth."

Monte relayed it respectfully and truthfully.

At the same time, he began to think about what kind of reasons should be used to let the other party go to see Atantine VI.

Threats definitely won't do.

Witchers are never afraid of threats.

Then all that's left is to gain sympathy.

At that moment, Monte spoke pleadingly.

"Sir, please have mercy..."

"Um."

"What, what did you say?"

Before Monte could finish speaking, Kieran nodded. Monte was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"lead the way."

Kieran said calmly.

"Okay, okay."

"Please follow me."

Monte didn't know why Kieran agreed so happily, but he knew that the task that he thought was extremely difficult was actually completed so easily.

Bol didn't know why Kieran agreed.

But he knew that there must be a reason why Qin Ran did this.

The ‘Demon of Fire’ is definitely not a reckless person.

Therefore, after seeing Qin Ran take steps, Bol immediately followed him.

Ash naturally followed his boss and companions.

However, this strong man from the border bared his teeth when he passed by the spies.

Ash is very simple.

But it is precisely because of this simplicity that he can distinguish who has bad intentions and who is a bad person.

It was these guys who had just been hiding around with malicious intentions.

Then, after seeing things become irreversible, they suddenly appeared again.

Sfenson's self-reported family status just now made it clear to Ash that he was a prince or the heir of Etentin VI.

Now he is killed by his big boss.

King Attantine VI wants to meet his big boss.

He didn't think it was just to chat.

Next, there must be a big war.

The boss's gun can seize people first. Then, I want to grab the weapon and quickly kill the people around me. I can't take the route I just took. There are too many people. Is it the only option to go down the cliff on one side?

Rarely, Ash began to think.

Then, the strong man's aura began to change.

Killing intent drives murderous intent.

The king's spies around him felt this change keenly, and their eyes became extremely dangerous.

But the next moment——

A total chill froze their nerves.

An aura that was ten times or a hundred times more murderous than before arrived.

It was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The smell of blood that hit their nostrils made the king's spies tense up, the kingdom guards staggered back, and the attendants had already collapsed to the ground.

Everyone instinctively looked towards the place where the murderous intent was coming.

A back view.

Dark and deep.

Didn't look back.

There was only the sound of footsteps, tread, tread.

That snake sect witcher!

Everyone froze in place.

Especially those guards and spies who just thought they could take down this snake sect demon hunter with their numerical superiority felt even more chilled in their hearts.

Breath isn't everything.

But the powerful aura is enough to illustrate the powerful strength.

especially……

The bloody smell of killing all things!

Is this the Witcher?

Everyone looked straight at the figure walking away.

Bol and Ash never missed a step.

However, Bol believed that since he was Kieran's follower, he would naturally have to express his feelings at this time.

So, when he was about to leave the hall completely, he turned around, crossed his guns on his chest, and bowed slightly.

This is considered etiquette.

Very popular among nobles.

Ash saw his boss salute, so he naturally responded.

Naturally, it is not the etiquette among nobles, but the 'etiquette' popular in the border Morsa.

The strong man turned around, flashed his white teeth, raised his left hand, made a fist inward, and passed his thumb across his throat.

After doing all this, the strong man smiled habitually, and then he stood shoulder to shoulder with the boss and followed the big boss' footsteps.

One in front and two in back.

After the three figures disappeared, there was a sound of breathing in the hall.

It was the sound of your heart rising to your throat, and then suddenly letting out a sigh of relief.

Alone, such a voice would naturally not be too loud.

But what about a group of people?

At least, Monte, who had just walked out of the hall, heard it.

However, Monte pretended not to hear.

Just like he didn't notice the murderous intent from the snake sect demon hunters just now, nor did he notice the 'etiquette' of his followers and guards.

All he had to do was bring the snake witcher to the small conference room.

leftover?

Never mind his business.

It's not something he can control.

As for what happens next?

He won't even think about it.

He's just a little guy who does what he's told.

He didn't want to get involved in any 'revenge' action.

That's right!

revenge!

At this time, Monte, who had regained his composure, was certain after thinking about it.

The snake sect demon hunter in front of him must have known about the disgraceful role played by the Atantine royal family during the 'Black Disaster', so he chose revenge.

Otherwise, why would the other party kill His Highness Spensen?

Could it be that he was disturbed during his meal and was in a bad mood?

This king's close servant couldn't help but tremble when he thought of what the Atantine royal family had done and the consequences the demon hunters had to bear.

Fight until death!

There is no other possibility except this.

Moreover, I am afraid that not only this young snake sect demon hunter, but also the other party's friends and teachers should have quietly sneaked into the Palace of Atantine.

Next, there is a big battle!

I hope your Majesty is ready!

The thoughts in his mind made Monte move faster.

He always felt like someone in the shadows around him was watching him.

After he decided to bring the snake sect demon hunter behind him into the small hall, he immediately chose to pretend to be dead.

As for leaving?

He didn't believe the witcher was unprepared.

Running away will only kill you faster.

The best option is to find an inconspicuous place and pretend to be dead.

Thinking about what was going to happen next, Monte almost cried. He even took the wealth he had accumulated over the years to the border. Now it seemed that it would be best if he could run away.

My life is miserable!

With howling in his heart, Monte led Qin Ran and the others to the door of the small meeting hall.

A group of heavily armed royal guards were guarding the place. When they saw the arrival of Qin Ran and the other three, their eyes were extremely unkind.

Apparently, they also got word of Sfenson's death.

"Your Majesty, I see you alone."

"The remaining two stay here."

The leader of the royal guard said this.

Bol tightened his grip on the hand cannon, and Ash was even more ready to fight.

However, Qin Ran waved his hand.

"Stay here."

He said this.

"I obey your instructions, my lord."

Bol bowed.

Ash followed and bowed.

The door to the small meeting hall was pushed open.

As a close minister, Monte also stayed outside, and only Qin Ran walked in.

boom!

The door was slammed shut behind you.

All the royal guards were standing guard outside.

They never worried about their majesty's safety.

Or to be more precise, there is no safer place in the entire palace and Etantino than in the room behind them.

Even the 'God of War' and 'Lady Disaster' cannot threaten a king in it!

In the small meeting hall.

Etandine VI sat in the high-backed chair.

His bloodshot eyes stared fiercely at Kieran who walked in.

And Qin Ran never showed timidity or fear like those he stared at, just a kind of indifference.

seem……

And with a hint of arrogance.

This look made King Attantine VI extremely angry and angry.

"Are you showing off to me?"

"Are you telling me that you demon hunters have understood the truth?"

"Or do you really think I would be sad if a sphinson died?"

Eitandine VI roared.

Just like he said.

There was no trace of sadness on the king's face.

All there is is anger.

It's not like a father losing his son.

"Use your smart brain and think about it, why am I like this?"

"Of course you did."

"Sfenson is not my biological child."

"His appearance is just a shield I use to resist some rumors."

"If one is broken, I will just cultivate another one."

The tone of Atantin VI became calmer, and the anger was disappearing. What was left was not calm, but the indifference and joking of a hunter when facing his prey. He spoke again.

"But you only live once."

"You threw yourself into it for a counterfeit that doesn't even exist. Do you still think it's all worth it?"

"Or do you think that with your strength, you can leave safely?"

Etandine VI said, raising a finger.

Immediately, a layer of illusory light and shadow, like a glass cover, turned upside down around him, firmly protecting him.

Then, one evil creature after another came out of the light and shadow.

Most of these evil creatures maintain a human-like appearance, but their faces are ferocious and their limbs are twisted. As soon as they appear, they let out low roars, full of pain, anger, resentment, and murderous intent.

but--

"Kneel down."

Following the words of King Attantine VI, these evil spirits knelt down at his feet one after another.

"Strength, you or you never know what strength is."

"I am a king, but I rule not just ordinary people."

"There are still these evil things!"

"This is the reason for Etantine's existence!"

"This is another reason why you demon hunters must die!"

Under the shroud of light and shadow, the voice of King Attantine VI was loud again.

"When it comes to wisdom, you are played by me in the midst of applause."

"In terms of strength, you are not worth mentioning."

"so……"

"Why do you dare to break up with me?"

"Why do you dare to confront me head-on?"

"Why do you dare to ruin my plan?"

With almost crazy words, King Attantine VI stood up, raised his arms high, and waved vigorously.

The king did not notice that his high-backed chair was slowly deforming.

It changed from the appearance of a chair to that of a person.

The figure silently stretched out his right hand and pierced the chest of the king in front of him so easily.

King Attantine VI's questioning came to an abrupt end.

He lowered his head and looked at the hand holding his heart in front of him.

In his ear, there was a whisper.

"Of course it's up to me."