Updated: 2012-12-19
The two commanders at the east and north gates, witnessing this scene, broke out in a cold sweat. They couldn't believe that the fourth prince would be so audacious as to use magical crossbows to attack their own people. Had he gone mad? What a madman! Fortunately, they weren't Granero; otherwise, they would have fallen into his trap, and their lives would be in their own hands.
"If you kneel down now and kowtow to me to admit your mistake, I will spare your life." The Fourth Prince, having grasped everything, had a sinister and ruthless expression, and pressed forward aggressively.
Granero turned around, looking at Christo as if he were an idiot, and sneered, "A pig like you, if you hadn't been born into royalty, would probably have starved to death on the roadside long ago. It's laughable. You want to inherit the throne? You're neither skilled in martial arts nor God of War of War? What makes you think you can compete with His Highness the Second Prince? I'm standing right here today. Give me your orders and see if you can kill me!"
[ Red Beard ] has never been so angry as he is tonight.
Although he had always been one of the most trusted henchmen of the Second Prince Dominguez and held a high position of power, he had always been extremely low-key, cautious, and thoughtful. Even if he hated or looked down on someone, he never showed it on his face. He was never one to let his emotions show. But today, he seemed like a completely different person.
He utterly loathed the Fourth Prince's attitude, jeopardizing the defense of the capital and the safety of millions of its citizens—something only a fool or a madman could do.
"You... fine, you dare to insult the royal family and show no respect for His Majesty. Even if I kill you tonight, so what? You've brought this upon yourself. Kill him! Kill him!" Fourth Prince Christo was furious and loudly ordered his soldiers to fire arrows.
Squeak squeak squeak--!
The taut bowstring thud struck everyone's hearts like a thunderbolt, sending chills down their spines. No one had expected things to escalate to this point; was the Fourth Prince really going to kill the general?
"The weapons of Chambord City are not for killing our own people." Just then, a calm yet undeniable voice rang in everyone's ears.
A tall figure slowly emerged from behind Granero, clad in tight-fitting black leather armor, a black greatsword strapped to his back, and fiery red hair that danced in the night wind like leaping flames.
He stood there, calm and composed.
But the archers dared not release their bowstrings again.
The fourth prince Christo, and his confidants were visibly shaken, for they recognized the man before them— Frank Lampard, the Golden Lion, Quasi-Extreme Dao powerhouse from Chambord City, a terrifying being who could rival the Demigod- level powerhouses of Barcelona. To such a powerful figure, the Dragon-Shooting Magic Giant Crossbow was a joke, utterly beneath their notice.
Moreover, Lampard's emergence from Granero Red Beard demonstrated his power field.
He was standing with Granero.
This is not difficult to explain.
Everyone in the capital knew that King of Chambord Alexander had varying relationships with his princes. He was initially at odds with the eldest prince, but their relationship improved later. His relationship with the second prince, Dominguez, was always very harmonious, even harmonious, thanks to the Alluring Witch Paris. As King of Chambord Alexander's favorite general, Lampard the Golden Lion's support for Granero was perfectly reasonable.
With such Quasi-Extreme Dao powerhouse appearing, all of Fourth Prince Christo's plans for tonight have been in vain.
His face was extremely pale, and he coughed awkwardly, then chuckled, "So... so Mr. Lampard is here too... how... unexpected!"
Although Lampard was merely a warrior from a subordinate vassal state, in this world where strength reigns supreme, the status of a Quasi-Extreme Dao powerhouse far surpasses that of an empire's monarch, so he naturally dared not act presumptuously.
But Lampard didn't even glance at him.
"Don't point weapons made in Chambord City at your own people."
After saying this, Lampard and Granero turned and left. Hundreds of armored soldiers automatically parted to make way for them. No one dared to block the footsteps of a Quasi-Extreme Dao expert. The Star-Rank Warrior who controlled the [ Dragon-Shooting Giant Crossbow ] did not dare to aim their arrows at the group. Only when Granero and the others disappeared around the corner of the city wall in the distance did everyone dare to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Damn it..." Fourth Prince Christo was furious and didn't know how to vent his anger, so he actually cursed in public.
"Your Highness, this Lampard is far too arrogant. He dares to be so presumptuous in front of you. He should be sent to the Knights' Hall to Judgment Knight punished and thrown into the Black Prison..." The middle-aged officer who had been stared at by Granero without daring to utter a word said obsequiously.
Snap!
Christo slapped him hard, cursing angrily, "Are you a fucking pig-headed idiot? Is your brain filled with dog shit? How are you thinking? He's Quasi-Extreme Dao powerhouse, and he has Demigod like King of Chambord backing him up. Does the Knights' Hall dare to punish him? Those Judgment Knight offended King of Chambord years ago, and now they're all keeping their tails between their legs. How dare they make things difficult for King of Chambord's people?"
A barrage of uncouth curses erupted as the Fourth Prince vented his anger, completely losing his composure.
Those around him secretly scorned him, becoming even more certain that this fourth prince was a mediocre talent with ambitions far exceeding his abilities, but outwardly they dared not say anything.
"That's where the Mushnikov brothers' brilliance lay. Back then, they were relentlessly pursued, knowing the enemy would eventually find them and their child. So they secretly infiltrated the former palace of Chambord City, swapping the third prince for the Kingdom of Chambord's son, who was less than a day old. After Avoid with the child in the Endless Forest Sea for several days, they deliberately revealed their whereabouts, were discovered by the enemy, and were killed along with the child," Emperor Yassin said with a hint of apology and guilt. "The enemy thought they had eliminated all traces, so naturally they wouldn't investigate further, and the third prince was saved. But in doing so, I truly feel somewhat sorry for the old King of Chambord City, having harmed one of his young sons."
Akinfeev then understood and sighed, "There's nothing we can do about it. It's all because of those damned enemies; they were just too cruel and vicious. In a way, making the dignified third prince of the empire the nominal son of that old King for twenty years is some kind of compensation for him."
"That being said, it is still a human life. My child is a life, but other people's children are lives too." Emperor Yassin shook his head. "I have always owed the old King of Chambord too much, so I have always taken good care of this small country."
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