Chapter 867 (2/2)

Soon the head of Earl Tririver hit the ground too.

It slid smoothly to one side and then fell from his neck, bouncing twice on the floor before stopping. The blood from the wound left a bright red trail behind it.

What… happened exactly?

Did someone just behead Guye the Giant and break his sword in half with just one strike?

How’s it possible?

Before George recovered from the shock, the crowd began to stir. Clashes of swords and awful screams were everywhere—the broken sword was like a signal for the four female guards to simultaneously launch their attacks from different directions and start this bloody fight. George was terrified when he realized he could hardly follow those guards’ movements through the naked eye. Their strength was very impressive too. Anything in their hands could be used as a lethal weapon. They were nothing like human beings and could even hurt people with just their fists and fingers. The nobles felt as if they were fighting steel warriors!

“Monsters. They’re are a group of monsters. No mortal body can be that strong!” he screamed in his heart.

“But… if you make any rebellious action, your conspiracy will become concrete facts. When that happens, you’ll be sentenced to death instead of ending up in the mine.”

He suddenly remembered the new king’s words.

It was like a bolt of lightning flashing across his mind.

Maybe he was waiting for this moment?

He turned his head with some difficulty to look at Roland Wimbledon.

An unstoppable chill crept from the soles of his feet up to his spine—at this moment, he finally understood the meaning behind that smile.

This is definitely a trap!

The new king deliberately left the First Army outside the city except for about 100 guards and took only six guards to this banquet. He pretended to be tough and uncompromising only to lure us into attacking him!

He threatened to send us to some mine. No… he lied and had no intention of letting the remaining nobles live. He would have been really disappointed if we had decided to surrender.

That’s it… that’s a smile of expectation.

He was waiting for us to walk into his trap step by step and was amused to see us digging our own graves. This is a vicious smile. That’s why I can’t sense even the slightest bit of happiness in this cold face.

“Spa-Spare our lives…”

“Your Majesty, I surrender!”

“Me too. The Levitan family pledges their allegiance to you!”

“I’ll give you whatever you want! Please spare me!”

The situation was deteriorating rapidly for George. Though the remaining nobles still significantly outnumbered the king’s four female guards, they knelt down to beg for mercy as they were the ones that seemed to be at a disadvantage.

George dropped his sword helplessly. The nobles had already exposed their intention to rebel and overthrow the new king the moment they had drawn their swords.

Disobedience, discontent, fear and anger kept going back and forth through his mind, and then all the feelings dissolved into nothingness when a long sword struck him on his back.

The sounds of fighting and begging faded away. The last scene he saw was a sloping hall and a pool of blood that rushed toward him.