Upon suddenly witnessing the heavily guarded, heavily armed, and menacing scene in the slums, Danni Lizi, seated in the lead, magnificent magical carriage, was greatly alarmed. "What's going on? Damn it, has the Ptolemy Family turned against us and sent a large army to annihilate us? We told you to leave quickly, but you insisted on being stubborn. What are we going to do now?"
Owen and Raúl, riding on their Big Black guarding either side of the magic carriage, exchanged a slight smile upon hearing this.
"Haha, Sister Danni, don't worry, even if you gave old Ptolemy a thousand times the courage, he wouldn't dare to do this." Raúl smiled contemptuously, completely disregarding the army in front of him, his tone very arrogant.
"Sister Danni, you say that because you don't understand what the title 'King of Chambord ' means in the Zenit Empire today, nor do you understand what kind of status Brother Philip holds in Chambord City. To put it bluntly, in terms of status and position, even if the patriarch of the Ptolemy Family, who lords it over Hot Springs Pass, came in person, he would still be far inferior to Philip. Haha, they want to fight like cornered beasts? Unless he's lost his mind, or the Ptolemy Family really doesn't want to continue existing, if Brother Philip wanted to, he could single-handedly make this noble family, stained with sin and Bloody, a thing of the past in just a few hours."
Michael Owen is a year younger Raúl, but when he speaks, Raúl.
Danni Lizi was stunned.
She found herself struggling to adjust to the dramatic change in her status.
Her childhood companion, who had once relied on her for survival in the slums and lived a precarious existence, has now, in just over six months, become an incomparably powerful and confident warrior, a ruler of this chaotic world. His consistently assertive attitude has left the female warrior deeply shocked.
opposite.
"Are you looking to die? I'm talking to you lot, get out of here!"
Seeing the convoy still recklessly heading towards the cordon, the officer who had spoken earlier showed impatience. He brandished his riding whip and charged forward, the whip whistling through the air, its shadow like ferocious pythons, mercilessly lashing out at Owen.
"Roll!"
Owen raised his hand.
A streak of cyan wind blade spun and shot out, effortlessly slicing the long whip into twenty neat, equal pieces, before grazing the officer's ear and taking away a strand of hair.
This level of control is astonishing.
The legion was startled and nearly fell off their horses. Enraged, they were about to order their soldiers to fire arrows...
Just then, he suddenly noticed that the black light armor worn by the two black knights, at first glance, seemed extremely ordinary, like a cheaply made and long-used inferior product. However, upon closer inspection, it was actually forged from the hide of extremely precious high-level magical beasts. Under the sunlight, black flames appeared, and a magical aura faintly flowed through it. The black steeds they rode were far taller and more magnificent than ordinary warhorses.
The Black Knight of King of Chambord?
This discovery reminded him of the secret orders previously issued by the military.
A terrible thought flashed through his mind.
The officer was instantly terrified, his face drained of color. He shakily dismounted and cautiously asked with a fawning smile, "You... you two, are you envoys sent by His Majesty the King of Chambord?"
"Roll!"
Owen rode forward without even glancing at the officer.
This fourteen-year-old assassin was actually a very extreme young cynic. Having followed Sun Fei for more than eight years, he had also picked up some of His King's bad temper. He admired truly indomitable soldiers and despised those military scum who acted arrogantly when they were successful but then fawned over the weak when they were defeated. Naturally, he didn't give this kind of person a friendly look.
"Yes, yes, sir, please, hurry, hurry, quickly make way so that the two lords and their convoy can pass through. You bastards, get out of the way, are you looking for death?" After being scolded, the officer dared not show the slightest anger and hurriedly ordered the deployed soldiers to make way so that Danni Lizi and the others could pass through.
After witnessing this scene, Danni Lizi finally felt relieved.
She was finally relieved and no longer worried about the Ptolemy Family's revenge.
The beautiful warrior had etched the name King of Chambord Alexander deep into her soul.
Along the way, every street in the slums was filled with heavily guarded [ Gale Legion ] soldiers, but no one dared to jump out and block their way. Soon they arrived at the small clearing. Even though Danni Lizi was mentally prepared, she was still taken aback when she looked around.
The small open space was densely packed with members of the Ptolemy Family nobles dressed in plain white robes.
The usually arrogant and haughty noblemen were now trembling with fear, their faces ashen as if they had lost their parents. They had lost all their arrogance and extravagance, and were more docile than newborn lambs, not daring to raise their heads, standing with their heads bowed on all four sides of the small open space.
In the center of the open space, a small altar was temporarily erected using wood.
The small altar was laden with all sorts of delicious and rare offerings, their enticing aromas filling the air.
The young master Kulun, bound hand and foot, was also pressed up there, his eyes vacant and lifeless. He was a far cry from the arrogant and domineering man he usually was, who could take whatever he wanted in Hot Springs Pass. If it weren't for the two burly men with bare chests and swords supporting him, he would probably have collapsed on the altar, trembling with fear.
"Kill him! Kill this troublemaker!"
"Kill him! He is a disgrace to our Ptolemy Family, and has angered His Majesty the King of Chambord. This is tantamount to courting death!"
"Use this fool's head as an apology to His Majesty the King of Chambord!"
"Kill him, burn him alive, burn this culprit alive! I told you long ago, Kulun has been causing trouble at Hot Springs Pass for quite some time now, and it was bound to bring disaster upon the family sooner or later. Hmph, Patriarch Ptolemy was just protecting his youngest son, and now look what happened! He's really brought such a huge disaster upon our family. He's courting death! I think old Ptolemy should step down; he should be held responsible for this crisis we've encountered!"
"Yes, who is His Majesty the King of Chambord? His chief disciple, how could we possibly afford to offend him?"
"Damn it! That idiot Deisler actually dared to challenge Kulun, relying on his strength, just for the sake of this guy. Does he really think he's invincible? Where does he put the interests and lives of our family?"
A series of fierce roars erupted from the crowd. Led by a few individuals with ulterior motives, the crowd was agitated, as if the person bound on the stage was not the second in line to inherit the family fortune, but a heinous enemy.
All of these speakers were core members of the Ptolemy Family.
To protect themselves, they directed their anger at Kulun and the patriarch. Struggles exist everywhere, and it seems the Ptolemy Family is not a monolithic entity. Family members are vying for power and profit. Some family members have a clever idea: on the one hand, they use this opportunity to curry favor with King of Chambord, and on the other hand, they can use this rare opportunity to challenge the old patriarch and seize more power.
Inzaghi and a group of children stood behind the small altar, watching everything with disdainful smiles, as if watching a group of clowns perform, without saying a word.
An elderly man, around fifty years old and with a sinister air, walked onto the altar. He held a long sword that gleamed with a blue light in his hand. His sharp eyes swept around the area, exuding an aura of authority that commanded respect without anger. The jeers from the crowd below immediately subsided.
This sinister old man was the current patriarch of the Ptolemy Family.
With a cold snort, old Ptolemy flicked his wrist and mercilessly pierced the back of young master Kulun's heart with his One Sword. Amid Kulun's incredulous screams, he kicked him in the back, stepping on his own son's corpse, and pulled the bloodstained sword out inch by inch. He rubbed the blade against the sole of his foot to wipe away the blood.
The whole process was incredibly swift and efficient, without the slightest delay.
Old Ptolemy showed no trace of grief, as if he had just killed a One Sword, not his son. His cold-blooded decisiveness was extreme. He glanced around at the members of his family, his gaze sharp as a knife, and said coldly, " Kulun wreaked havoc on Hot Springs Pass, his crimes were heinous. Now I have executed him, and that is my punishment. Hmph, I know there are others in the family who have committed the same evil deeds. After today's events are over, Kulun will rectify the family and give an explanation to the people of Hot Springs Pass and His Majesty King of Chambord!"
A deathly silence fell over the area beneath the altar.
Everyone heard the murderous intent in old Ptolemy's words. Some people had originally wanted to use this opportunity to attack the old patriarch and force him to step down, but they never expected that this old fox would be so ruthless and heartless, decisively killing his own son and using this opportunity to launch a purge within the family... The game of power is indeed utterly devoid of humanity.
After coldly observing the scene, Inzaghi beckoned Danni Lizi and the others over. They tidied up the belongings from the dilapidated stone houses around them, loaded them into the carriage, and, too lazy to say anything more to these decadent nobles, led the group of orphans, drove the carriage through the crowd, and headed straight out of the slums.
Old Ptolemy's expression changed. He turned to look at the corpse of Kulun beside him, then kicked it off the stage. He coldly ordered the knight beside him, "Bury this jinx somewhere random. Hmph, useless. It's better he's dead!"
Once they exited the Hot Springs Pass, everyone felt a sense of relief.
Danni Lizi, Miaoli, and the other children were happier than ever before, humming little songs all the way, like little birds that had broken free from their cages, chirping and flying joyfully.
Inzaghi and his five companions were also very excited.
I came here solely for revenge, but I never expected to encounter my former comrades who survived. This was truly an unexpected bonus.
Inzaghi slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his expression suddenly changed, and then he was overjoyed. The bottleneck that had troubled him for many days was finally starting to stir and showed signs of breaking through, just as his master had said.
First update.
There was supposed to be another update last night, but I was too tired and went to sleep. I'll make up for it today, so with the original three updates, there will be four updates today.