George, I've Come for You!

On the Pritz, rapid-fire cannons, 6-pounder guns, and machine guns roared in unison. They were all aimed at the same target: Prince Grove in the sky!

"Snort!"

Grove was prepared; he raised his right hand, and an invisible rule was swiftly generated.

However, before he could fully establish Order, several shells among the massive barrage of projectiles suddenly mutated. Crimson flames enveloped them, causing their speed to increase dramatically and continuously accelerate, even producing sonic booms in an instant!

Prince Grove was "slowing down" the shells as planned when suddenly a flash of light appeared before his eyes, and a crimson flame was right in front of him!

"Boom!"

These shells hit their targets squarely, creating a brilliant burst of flames in mid-air.

"Long live!"

The soldiers cheered.

But soon, the flames were forcibly dispersed by an invisible wind, and Prince Grove, his clothes covered in Smoke and Dust, floated in mid-air. He didn't seem to be seriously injured, but his anger was palpable.

Because of a moment of carelessness, he was actually ambushed and succeeded in being attacked!

The fact that they were mixing Weaponization shells into ordinary shells was a cunning tactic reminiscent of the "Hunter." Moreover, he sensed an aura of war emanating from the ship, an aura of extremely high caliber, even powerful enough to resist his Sequence 3 "Edict"!

How could a Sequence 5 Shepherd possibly Grazing such a high-level "Hunter"!

In a fit of shock and rage, Prince Grove was determined not to back down.

He was going to use his most powerful abilities to completely Destruction this guy!

Suddenly, Prince Grove's figure grew incredibly tall and imposing, like a Giant standing between heaven and earth. The soldiers looked up and saw him raise his right hand high, issuing his judgment upon them:

"The rebels are guilty!"

Those who commit crimes should be punished!

A deafening roar echoed across the river, and the entire area was enveloped by powerful rules. Prince Grove's right hand gathered the power of punishment, shimmering with a silvery-white light that was as dazzling as Sun, so bright that people dared not look directly at it and could only bow their heads.

The next instant, Prince Grove swung his right hand down with a bang, carrying out a grand "Execution"!

The entire Pritz Execution!

"Boom!"

Like a mountain-sized blade cleaving through the waist, the Pritz was instantly sliced in two!

"Creak--"

Even the heavy ironclad armor appeared fragile and pitiful under the full-force attack of a Sequence 3 warrior. The two prows of the giant ship simultaneously rose into a "V" shape, causing the surrounding river water to surge. Moreover, this ironclad ship had now merged with Luther, so at the horrific break, countless drops of blood immediately spilled out, instantly staining the entire river surface red!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Still reeling from the Execution, the soldiers, their fervor still burning, were instantly reduced to Flesh in the shockwave. The deck, weapons bay, and every gun emplacement of the Pritz were immediately stained red.

At this point, the giant ship came to a complete halt.

"It's over"

Prince Grove looked down at the wreckage of the giant ship from an open area.

The ship's two ends rose high as it gradually sank, but because the Tussock River was not deep enough, it ran aground after sinking only halfway. The ammunition magazine in the middle of the ship had already exploded, igniting thick smoke and fire.

"Splash!"

Because of his "Execution," a large amount of river water was stirred into the air, which then turned into a sudden rain, pouring onto the ship. The "rain" washed away the gunpowder and bloodstains on the ship, allowing the ironclad warship to once again show its metallic luster. This Ships, which the kingdom was so proud of, was destroyed by its own people.

"Call."

Prince Grove's fist trembled slightly from the depletion of his Spirituality energy. Looking at the wreckage of the giant ship below, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind: should he have really done that?

But what's done is done, and there's no point in thinking about it anymore.

Grove slowly descended, falling towards the giant ship. At the same time, his eyes gleamed as he searched around the hull, seemingly trying to locate Luther's body.

"!"

Just then, he suddenly turned his neck sharply and looked at the raised front half of the giant ship.

"Creak."

There, the only intact 305mm naval gun suddenly started moving again. Several Flesh and mangled gunners moved almost instinctively, adjusting the muzzle and aiming it once more at the location of the Sodela Palace!

"Stop!"

Grove's pupils constricted, and he uttered a stern Prohibition, stopping him.

His Edict were carried out immediately. The Flesh soldiers were lashed by invisible whips, their bodies bearing deep, bone-revealing wounds. Even so, they did not stop what they were doing. Instead, they used their last bit of strength to pull down the firing mechanism!

"Boom!"

The Pritz fired its final shell at the Imperial Palace.

A shell, incredibly blood-red and intensely dark.

"The shelling seems to have stopped."

"In the hall where the party was being held," someone said.

The high-ranking officials and nobles peeked out from behind the walls, load-bearing pillars, and cabinets, cautiously observing.

The queen had already been escorted away from the scene by the guards, but the remaining people did not dare to escape alone amidst the intense gunfire. Although the artillery fire did not reach them, they still dared not make any rash moves.

"It's probably High Sequence extraordinary member of the Royal Family who made the move."

Audrey gripped her mother's hand, thinking, "I wonder who is so bold as to hijack a kingdom's warship to bombard the Imperial Palace."

This is undoubtedly a complete act of suicide. But such an act will certainly make the perpetrator's name spread throughout the entire Northern Continent immediately.

"Boom!"

Just as she became curious about who had started the incident, the sound of gunfire erupted again in the distance. Judging from the sound, it was the main guns of the Pritz firing once more!

"The shelling has started again!"

"Quick, hide!"

The slightly relaxed atmosphere tensed up again, and many people retreated back to their hiding places.

"Audrey!"

Earl Hall grabbed Audrey's hand and forced her to step back as well.

Although Audrey shrank back, her eyes remained fixed on the floor-to-ceiling window. She noticed something unusual: this time, after the main gun roared, the sound of the shells wasn't as sharp as before; it seemed to be something softer.

Then she saw a streak of red fly from afar and crash onto the collapsed clock tower.

The crimson stain began to deform after landing, as if slowly being pulled out of a swamp of Flesh to form a complete human shape.

This person was dressed in a blood-red robe, and his eyes and brows were filled with madness.

"George Augustus!"

He spoke, and he addressed the king by his Real Name!

After attacking the Imperial Palace with his giant ships, it was his turn to barge in!