Chapter 240
"Then..." The Mageseekers didn't understand. What benefit would this bring to the Mageseeker Order?
His Majesty's prestige has declined, Mageseeker Order's power has diminished... These two are not enemies, so why sacrifice their own interests to "harm" the royal family?
On the contrary, the Mageseeker Order' current power is due to His Majesty the King—who is Mageseeker Order great benefactor.
So... why exactly?
Who can benefit from this?
The Mageseekers lowered his head, pondering the intricacies of the matter.
Therefore, he did not notice that a sharp shadow had been cast on his neck.
"Thor, thank you for doing so many dirty things for me," the captain's gentle voice came.
The Mageseekers quickly looked up, wanting to say a few words that were half polite and half self-aggrandizing.
But what awaited him was a sharp blade at point-blank range.
"If you don't understand... I'll tell you, Thor." Seeing the mixture of fear and confusion on his subordinate's face, Eldred laughed loudly again—he was satisfied with his own cleverness.
"Once Jarvan III rolls off his foolish throne, the position of Commander of the Mageseeker Order... will be of no importance to me. Do you understand now, Thor?"
"Commander... Commander..." In that instant, the Mageseekers finally understood some things.
Regarding his respected leader, and the relationship between the Crownguard family and the leader...
The Grand Marshal...
"Captain... please..." The Mageseekers began to beg for mercy, but not for himself—after learning the whole truth, he knew he had no way out.
"I've done it perfectly... No one else knows... Please... take care of my family... I don't ask for anything... I just want... a sum of compensation... Is that alright, Commander...!"
"Ah...your family." Eldred nodded. "I was just about to tell you about that."
"You..." Even though his time was drawing near, the Mageseekers showed a hint of relief.
But what Eldred said next plunged him into an icy abyss:
"To prevent your wife and children from finding out anything, I'll kill them too—don't worry, I'm very clean in my dealings, and I'll never leave any stain on the Mageseeker Order."
"Commander...?" The Mageseekers's eyes widened. "You... you beast...!!"
"Yes, you're right." Eldred smiled slightly.
Then, the blade sliced through.
The head hit the ground.
"For freedom!"
Sylas raised his arms and shouted, as the rebellious army of mages stormed into the Grand Plaza in front of the royal palace.
The Great City a considerable number of garrison troops, but they are mostly concentrated on the outskirts and in the military camps. The garrison troops around the palace account for no more than 30% to 40% of the total force. Even if they are all elite troops, they cannot withstand the disparity in numbers.
Moreover, mages excel at large-scale battles.
"The old king has been living in comfort for too long; he's even forgotten where the real danger lies..."
Another squad of knights was overwhelmed by the mages, and Sylas grabbed the knight captain by the neck.
Looking into the other person's fearful eyes, he finally felt the hatred that had been building up in his heart for many years.
"The defenses in the center of Great City are so weak, which makes things easier for me... To be honest, I was prepared to fight to the death, but I didn't expect it to be so easy."
"Traitor...!" The knight cursed Sylas with his last breath before being taken by the powerful magical force that coursed through his body.
Sylas tossed the corpse aside like trash and continued onward with his group of mages.
The king's statue in the Grand Plaza had been toppled, and the angel statue, symbolizing law and justice, had been reduced to dust under the barrage of magic.
Today is destined to be an extraordinary day for Demacia.
Demacia doesn't need a high and mighty emperor!
This country belongs to everyone!
"Crush them!" Sylas joined the two Petricite chains together, drawing out the magical energy contained within them once more.
Ultimately, it transformed into a magical bomb, shattering the palace gates.
Boom--!
"Kill them!"
"To avenge our grievances!"
"Let them experience what it's like to be imprisoned!"
The magicians roared as they stormed into the palace, and the scene descended into chaos and bloodshed once more.
Sylas had already envisioned the beautiful scene of the king kneeling and begging for mercy.
But just then, a roar shattered his illusions—
A tall man clad in heavy armor and wielding a greatsword charged out of the palace, using his overwhelming brute force to knock several mages away.
"Garen, the Swordsman!" The palace guards couldn't help but show their surprise and delight when they saw that figure.
That's one of the most powerful warriors in all of Demacia!
"Demacia--!"
Garen charged into the battlefield, sword in hand, and ordinary mages could not withstand his powerful, rampaging charge.
His greatsword was forged from a mixture of Petricite and mithril.
Ordinary mages are completely unable to cast spells in the face of the Petricite.
So, in Garen's eyes, they were nothing more than a group of ordinary people who had been imprisoned in the dungeon for a long time, resulting in malnutrition and emaciated bodies.
A bunch of weak and pathetic chickens.
"Long live the Emperor!"
Garen led a fierce charge, instantly scattering the mage's ranks.
His target was clear—the guy who had been inciting the riots—the effeminate man with long hair and Petricite chains on his hands.
"Ha, Demacia..." Sylas scoffed at the tall man charging towards him.
Clang--!
As the greatsword slashed down, he bound the blade with hard, Petricite shackles, making a crisp sound.
"Traitor, die!" Garen's sword was entangled, but he remained calm—in terms of physical strength, he completely overwhelmed his opponent.
He pressed down hard on the greatsword, Sylas immediately showed a pained expression—his chains almost snapped his wrists.
Garen felt victory was assured.
But he seriously underestimated this "death row inmate" who could incite a riot among magicians.
"You will be the first lackey to die at the king's feet!"
Sylas roared and activated his power.
In an instant, Garen's Petricite Stone Greatsword erupted with a powerful surge of magical energy—which Sylas absorbed entirely.
Then, release.
Boom--!
A deafening explosion reverberated throughout the entire palace, and Garen was thrown dozens of meters away by the terrifying force.
Over the years, he has used this greatsword to capture many mages, and the magical energy it contains is naturally extremely terrifying... Now, he is experiencing the taste of "an eye for an eye".
The power of the magic made him see stars, his whole body ached, and his internal organs, which were almost shattered, caused him to vomit a mouthful of blood.
The "hero" that everyone had been waiting for has fallen.
The entire process took less than ten seconds.
"You hypocritical and despicable bunch..." Sylas stepped forward slowly, picking up Garen's greatsword amidst the horrified gazes of the palace guards—his return gesture being a spit.
"Look at your sword, Garen... How much magical power is contained within it? You nobles relentlessly persecute ordinary mages, yet secretly raise a large group of mages yourselves... We were born equal, why are we the only ones to be beheaded?"
"Does Demacia's ban on magic only prohibit those without power or wealth? Are all noble mages born noble? Just because we can harm others doesn't mean they would never harm others."
"You hypocritical, damned bunch...!"
Smack! Sylas lashed Garen's forehead with the Petricite chain, knocking him unconscious.
"Tie him up! I want him to witness the king's death!"
At his command, the mages following Sylas immediately bound Garen tightly and carried him towards the palace.
The magicians marched forward triumphantly and soon reached the main hall of the palace—the place where the king usually handled state affairs.
Before pushing open that door, they also met another equally important person—
A person wearing golden armor.
The old king's useless son, Jarvan IV.
He had only a dozen or so guards left, and even though they were all carrying specially made Petricite, they seemed extremely weak and powerless.
Sylas didn't even bother to fight him personally, simply waving his hand dismissively.
"Take down the king's bastard child as well!"
The ending... was as expected.
A mere dozen or so ordinary people were utterly helpless against hundreds of magicians.
They were as fragile as a rich young lady who couldn't handle even the slightest bit of rough or strenuous work.
All nobles... are like this.
"Useless trash." Sylas trampled Jarvan IV's noble head under his feet and ordered his men to tie him up as well.
He wanted the old king to watch his ridiculous followers die one by one before his eyes.
He strode forward and finally touched the door that had once seemed unattainable to him.
He did not hesitate at all.
Boom--!
The gate was shattered by magic.
Sylas stepped on the shards and finally saw the high and mighty throne he had longed for.
But...
He didn't feel excited; he just looked surprised.
Because the throne was empty.
A guard who had been holding a spear lay fallen beside him.
Below the steps were several corpses that were not yet completely stiff, and the surrounding area was covered with fresh blood.
At that moment, Sylas realized it.
He... arrived too late.
"Who killed Jarvan III?!"
PS:
There will be an extra chapter later~~~
Chapter Ninety-Six: All-Out Attack, Demacia!
[The king is probably dead...]
The news had not yet spread, but one person was already deeply saddened—not a relative or subordinate of the king, but...
Sylas is the one who wants to kill the king.