Chambord’s soldiers and citizens lost their strength to even stand up and their weapons were dropped to the ground. They all rushed down the defensive wall and ran towards the castle gates. Everyone wanted to get onto the collapsed bridge. Even if they ended up dying, they still wanted to bring their king back. No one believed that their king who was blessed by the God of War was dead. He had to be alive; he just had to be!
In the crowd, only a few people were standing still quietly; they all had different expressions, but their excitement leaked through their eyes. Head Minister Bazzer was standing under the watchtower and was having a hard time holding back his delight, “Great! He’s finally dead!” Honestly, the strength that Alexander had shown in that battle greatly shocked and threatened him. He didn’t expect that the retarded teenage king could have that kind of power, “Was Alexander’s retarded behaviour from before all an act?” Bazzer would have a cold sweat every time he thought about that. The more he looked at the invincible figure on the bridge, the more he became terrified…… “It’s perfect! Alexander was killed in the hands of the enemies and the collapse of the bridge means that the enemies can’t threat Chambord anymore. It’s just like killing two bird with one stone! My upcoming plans can be perfectly executed now.”
Beside Bazzer, the fatty Gill had a big smile on his face.
“Alexander, you idiot! You’re finally dead, hahaha. Idiots will always be idiots. Even though you became normal, all you knew was to charge like a dumb pig and risk your life for those lowlife citizens. See, you got shut down by all the arrows!”
Gill turned his head and stared at Angela. He licked his lips as an obscene and vicious look came on his face. His eyes were filled with craze; If Brook wasn’t guarding Angela closely, Gill wouldn’t have waited and would’ve done something already……
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In the huge black tent located in the middle of the enemy base.
The silver masked knight was sitting on the stone chair in the middle of the tent powerlessly. He looked at the remaining nine black knights and said in a deep voice, “Get ready to retreat. Kill all the severely wounded soldiers that can’t make it; we can’t let the Zenit Empire know that we’ve been here. Clean up the battlefield carefully and don’t leave behind any trace……I swear, one day, I Mateja-Kezman will lead the iron cavalry of Eindhoven and break this little kingdom into pieces!”
As he was saying the last part, the silver masked knight squeezed his hand tightly and trembled in anger. But at this moment, something unexpected happened –
A sharp gust of air whizzed from far away and cut the whole tent into two pieces. The tent collapsed onto the two sides, causing the bright sunlight to shine through and reveal everything inside the tent.
“I’m afraid that you won’t have a chance to go back.”
An apathetic voice sounded in the distance. The silver masked knight’s pupil suddenly contracted. He discovered in fear that the monstrous figure that was supposed to be dead was approaching him slowly, step by step. The bloody murderous sensation pressured him more and more, and he was having a hard time breathing.
“You……” The silver masked knight had an inconceivable expression on his face, “You didn’t die?”
“Of course I didn’t die. Hehe, that means you’ll have to die!”
Fei moved closer and closer. He looked as sharp as a knife. This was the first time he had seen the silver masked knight, but from the luxurious clothing and the way the knight was protected in the middle of the black knights, it was obvious that the man wearing the silver mask was the commander of the enemies—and the culprit for the sieges and the death of hundreds of Chambord citizens and soldiers. Fei couldn’t ever let someone whose hands had been bathed in so much blood go.