166 The Blood Ritual Begins (2/2)

The world seemed to hold its breath.

In this moment of suffocating stillness, the police officer at the Tower Bridge felt waves of uncertainty. They were so intense. Behind him, the clattering of hooves came from the darkness at the other end of the bridge. Dozens of metal wheels rolled over the tiles in the darkness, producing thundering noises and flying sparks.

They were carriages. At least an entire squad was rushing over from uptown!

The officer’s legs began to tremble. He subconsciously looked in the direction of the messenger, but he saw no one—the messenger had been there a second ago! In his shock, the thunderous galloping neared.

”Halt! Turn immediately…” the guards at the other end of the bridge ordered angrily, but the carriages sped up abruptly. They rolled over the center of the checkpoint, crushing the fragile obstacle.

Like a nightmare in the dark night, the line of carriages crashed through the checkpoint, charged onto the bridge and galloped across the narrow lane, charging directly toward downtown!

The giant stallions were at least three meters tall and were large as demons. They pulled the carriages at a gallop. Their metal hooves shattered the green tiles, called up wind and thunder, broke through the darkness and obstacles, and charged toward the large gate without hesitation. It was as if the gate did not even exist!

”Are they crazy?” The police officer’s face was deathly pale as he stumbled back. ”Move out the way, move…”

Boom! The giant horses and carriages swept past him with a whoosh. The wild wind forced him to the ground. The din as countless metal wheels rolled over the ground sounded in his ears.

The line of carriages came like demons riding the wind. The checkpoints and obstacles in their path were all crushed. The carriages rammed directly at the steel bars locking the Tower Bridge.

The two stallions that did not seem to be made of flesh let out shrill whinnies. There was no fear in their black eyes as they went toward the obstacle before them, their hooves clattered against the ground like thunder.

And then came a furious shake that forced everyone to the ground. First, it was distorted, then it caved in, and finally it warped and broke down! Faced with the giant stallions’ attack, the bars thick as an arm suddenly shattered. Metal shards flew and buried into the stone ground. The black carriages broke through the last lock and charged into the flaming downtown.

The police officer gaped as the large line of carriages crossed over the checkpoint brazenly. His mind was completely blank and dazed. There was only raw terror in his heart.

”Catch,” someone beside him said and tossed something into his arms.

He looked down blankly and saw a head—it was the head of the royal messenger that had just been ordering them around.

His body shook and his lips quivered, but he could not even scream in fear.

”Don’t be scared. He’s fake.” The man in a dark gray raincoat patted his shoulders. ”His death has nothing to do with you.”

”Fake?” The officer looked up in confusion. ”But he had the royal em…”

His voice cut off because a silver emblem of a dragon’s head was placed before him. The man in the dark gray raincoat shook the emblem. ”Have you seen a real one before?”

The man took the emblem back. Reaching behind him, he grabbed the last carriage and flipped up, flying back and disappearing with the line of carriages.

In the last moment, the officer saw the raincoat flapping in the wind. The last bit of firelight illuminated the dark red emblem on the coat. It was a red dragon and a sword!

”The Royal Musicians?” the officer muttered as he gazed blankly at the carriages disappearing into the burning darkness.