Chapter 221 The Rain Here Is Quiet

On the main road of the Rose Palace, figures in red clothes stand on both sides, their red cloaks and hoods are connected together, their faces are hidden under the shadow of the hood, only their chins are exposed.

Although it was raining, these people still did not get wet. The raindrops seemed to be isolated by an invisible air layer, rolled down on the fluttering cloak, and slid into the water traces on the ground.

There was still a little blood on the smooth marble floor, and the guards who were originally stationed here had turned into corpses, lying in the flower bed behind the red-clothed dark moon.

Under the respectful attention of the red-robed Dark Moon of the demon Sequence 6, a young boy slowly stepped into the palace. He was dressed in a black dress, carrying a long sword with a fairy pattern on his waist, with short black hair and blood-like eyes.

Although the battle in the palace still did not stop, the young man was not in a hurry, and still moved forward steadily. And as he approached step by step, the battles in those palaces also ended quickly, and the warriors in them tore down with all their might to ensure that the king would end the battle and clean up before stepping into the palace.

"Uh……"

A guard gritted his teeth to hold back the short sword that pierced his body, and then slashed the broad sword in his hand, slicing the neck of the enemy in front of him, bringing a large amount of blood. . However, before he could get out, one, two, three rapiers pierced him, and then pulled it out, letting it roll in the rain in a powerless and erratic manner.

A soldier who took care of the aftermath dragged the corpses of the guards and their own people aside and placed them behind the palace or doorposts, trying not to make them visible on the main road, so as not to contaminate the eyes of the king.

These things were completed urgently within half a minute, and before they could shrink their bodies, the door was pushed open, and the dark moons in red, who were running silently, began to occupy both sides of the main road, opening the way for the king behind them.

Soon, the young figure of about 15 years old appeared under the arch of the palace. He continued to move slowly. Although there were still blood stains in the rain and the air, the king still kept his expression unchanged, his steps were consistent, and he was unhurried. to the deepest part of the Rose Palace.

If you look down from the sky, you can find that the situation in the Rose Palace has formed two distinct scenes. On the one hand, it is extremely quiet, and the guards stand silently to greet the king of the empire. On the other hand, there is a fierce battle. The sound of blades and gunshots never ceased.

However, these two distinct scenes are slowly covering the other side as the boy progresses step by step.

In the Palace of Thorns, De Rosa led the elite guards in the palace to fight fiercely with the private armies of the old nobles.

There are many firearms in the private army. All kinds of expensive magic crystal guns made by precision craftsmanship are now being used. The enchanted bullets are fired one after another as if they are not expensive.

On the other hand, the guards of the Rose Palace use the Luo Xijin Repeating Crossbow specially made by the Royal Workshop. Since they obtained the refugees of Mage Ruerna many years ago, the manufacturing process of this extraordinary machine has also been mastered by the Empire, just because of its expensive price. The cost and materials have not been widely popularized.

Now, after the forest elves no longer send guards to defend the imperial capital, these Luoxijin repeating crossbows have replaced the position of the Cuiyue longbow.

The crossbow strings brought splashing water in the rain, and quickly shot the enchanted crossbow bolts. Although the number of people was less than the opponent, the guards did not fall behind in terms of firepower.

"It can't be delayed any longer, Your Majesty is almost here." Ashion Klass said in a deep voice, standing behind a row of shield soldiers.

Before, he and several companions fought against the well-known red-clothed executive officer of the empire, but they did not take advantage of it. Later, he had to let the soldiers under his command support him, and then he escaped briefly.

After hearing Yasheen's words, the other people also pricked their ears and listened to the sound of the approaching behind, and they knew it in their hearts.

"It really can't be delayed any longer. It seems that this time I have to show my ability to fight for my life." One of the narrow-eyed men said gloomily, he took out a small bottle of purple and magnificent potion from his arms, put it directly into his mouth and smashed it. The glass slag mixed with medicinal liquid filled his mouth, violently stimulating his nerves, and a strange magic power began to rise from the body.

Afterwards, the man used a small black square to gently wipe the blade in his hand, and its surface glowed with a gradient of brilliant light, which made people feel chills.

"Hahaha, have you finally made up your mind? Then I'll start preparing too, but I'll trouble you about the protection." As she said that, a woman wearing a dark red and black robe was gradually floating in the rain. The gust of magic power gradually gathered and surrounded her, the robes rolled, and the golden hair also floated up and danced in the air.

A dark funnel began to appear in the originally gloomy sky. The surrounding dense dark clouds were absorbed by the vortex in the middle and hung down. Crimson electric lights flashed from time to time, and bursts of cold air also descended. Some rainwater even turned into ice particles and fell.

"Since Bloom and Clara are ready, then I'll help too." Because the young nobleman rushed out with a half-mask, his steps were light and elegant, dodging the shot of the crossbow like a game. Approach the guards who guard them.

The sword light danced wildly, like silver flowers blooming and withering in an instant, cutting these guards, and then breaking the opening, allowing the soldiers behind to pour in one after another.

Seeing such a scene, the commander of the imperial guards snorted coldly. His body was like electricity, like a swift eagle. With a sword, the noble who was wielding the sword light was knocked into the air. He was dismembered on the spot. Gu Er

However, another figure rescued the scene at this moment. Yasheen, who wielded a black sword, emerged from the shadows, and the long sword was clenched, aiming at the famous superhuman of the empire.

"呲la——" The indomitable blade was pinched by steel-like fingers, and its fingernails pierced the blade with harsh fire and scratches, and then bent suddenly, breaking the sneak attacking black sword.

The broken blade was instantly destroyed by DeRosa

The reflection came out and sank into Ashion's chest. Although the latter tried his best to dodge when he noticed something was wrong, he was still injured, but he was not stabbed in the heart.

Under this distraction, De Rosa didn't have time to kill Simul, that is, the young nobleman who had just stormed into the battle, just cut off his arm that was good at swords.

In the sky, a red light flashed away, and the crimson electric light burst, pierced at an unattainable speed, and hit De Rosa in the courtyard.

At that moment, although he swung his sword to annihilate some of the energy, the dazzling electric light still blinded him briefly.

At this time, Bloom with a poisonous blade attacked, and the young rookie with the title of "Short Blade of Bee Venom" is naturally good at this kind of assassination.

But even if he was blind, De Rosa still relied on his keen perception to swing the sword.

The short blade shattered and exploded like glass in the impact, and one of the shards that suddenly shot cut through De Rosa's wrist, leaving tiny scars, and blood slowly oozing out.

"It's done, haha." Bloom shouted excitedly, but this cry also brought death to him.

De Rosa's blade swiped directly across the air, splitting the Sequence 6 noble genius into two halves.

But at this moment, a feeling of dizziness rushed into his heart, and he shrank in his heart. The magic of the extraordinary core was fully activated, and the blood was stimulated by the magic, and then sprayed from the wrist wound, bringing out a fragrant blood flower.

All these actions were taken, but in less than 2 seconds, it was difficult for the other rookies among the nobles to seize the opportunity to attack.

However, for the Empire's Darkmoon, such a short-term flaw is enough.

Six red-clothed assassins suddenly stormed out from around the palace. The teleportation figure was like a phantom. The blade in his hand was restrained and crimson, stabbing away in a bizarre and swift trajectory like a poisonous snake.

The toxin in his body was still paralyzing his nerves, making it difficult for De Rosa to react quickly. Although he couldn't see it, he still waved the blade in his hand intuitively, and the torn arc blade disappeared like an illusion.

The six figures instantly turned into corpses and shattered, and blood splashed on the surrounding walls and soldiers before being washed away by the rain and rolled down.

In just an instant, these demon Sequence 6 assassins died on the spot, but their assassination methods that perished together also achieved their due effect.

Six blades penetrated the body of the first swordsman in the palace, piercing it, and the dark red blood slowly dripped, and the poison in it also spread into the body of the commander of the imperial guard.

The palace hit by the rainstorm fell silent for a short time. Whether it was the guards stationed there or the private army of the nobles who rushed into the Rose Palace, they all looked at the man with bated breath.

The rainwater was mixed with dark red, flowing quietly on the marbled floor, pouring into the drainage channel, making a grunting sound.

That terrifying figure always stood there like a statue.

After a long time, the sound of the plucking of the strings rang slowly in the palace, and then a nobleman dressed as a poet slowly approached. He was wearing a white feather cloak, and the raindrops fell on the feathers of the cloak, and then rolled down smoothly, so that it would not get wet.

Holding the lyre in his hand, the nobleman sang softly, as if to pay homage to the hero, then walked slowly to the stillness of Derriza and bowed slowly.

Afterwards, a group of soldiers crossed the dead first swordsman in the palace and began to march towards the depths of the palace, leaving this sculptural body standing quietly in the rain.

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