The Almighty Lord Caspian

Chapter 722 The Power of Black Moon

The Andrews family members were already set on rebelling, so there was no need for them to hide

their identities.

After a chaotic battle, none of the King's guards survived. They were skilled, but they were too few in

numbers.

Numerous corpses piled up in the residence, and the floor was red with blood.

The men from Skyarch Palace were not idle. After dealing with the guards, they hurriedly made their

way further inside the residence.

When Lyndon heard the footsteps approach, he had a bad premonition. The place was tightly guarded,

and the average person should not be able to enter. In addition, the rapid footsteps he heard did not

sound like those of the King's guards.

That left only one possibility—the enemy had invaded the residence!

Lyndon was confused, though. Who would have the ability to do so? It was obvious that the opposing

forces had been planning this for a long time.

He was the chief commander of the King's guards, but all of them had died in West Aridlands. His army

was not reconstructed yet, so he was the only one left.

He realized that this incident would be the most perilous one he had encountered ever since he began

serving the King. If the guards in the King's residence had all been killed, he was the only one who

could protect the King.

At that thought, Lyndon picked up a machine gun and stood guard outside the King's room. He must

protect the King and ensure that His Majesty was safe no matter what. Even if the enemy fighters were

all experts, they would be incomparably weak in front of bullets.

In an instant, the martial artists in Skyarch Palace rushed forward. Upon seeing the huge mob of

people, Lyndon did not hesitate at all and fired immediately. He killed those people who had dashed

forward before they could even react.

They were all extremely powerful eternal grandmasters, but they were helpless against bullets that

came at them all of a sudden. They were only human, after all.

Lyndon fired the machine gun again and again until it was about to smoke, causing more men from

Skyarch Palace to fall. Lyndon was alone in his efforts, but the enemy could do nothing against him.

Some of them could dodge the bullets, of course. Some others picked up weapons and fired back at

Lyndon.

Just as Lyndon was engaged in this heated battle, his machine gun ran out of bullets. When the men

from Skyarch Palace noticed that, they rushed forward instantly. Helpless, Lyndon could only set the

gun down and pick up a knife from beside him before charging into the fray.

Metallic glints of light flashed by as Lyndon engaged in battle with those men. He was an innate

grandmaster who was quite powerful himself, but when faced with so many enemies, he found it

difficult to maintain his short-lived advantage in battle after a few rounds.

Right at that moment, an old man hit Lyndon's back with his palm. Lyndon felt a chill go down his back

as a powerful force hit him with a muted thud.

Lyndon stumbled a few steps forward, almost collapsing to the floor. His face stiffened before he spat

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He then felt his organs roiling in his body. He had only been hit once by the enemy. From this, one

could see how powerful the man who had hit him was.

Noticing that Lyndon was at his limit, the men from Skyarch Palace were not hasty in taking action.

Lyndon looked back at the old man, asking, "Who are you?"

"You aren't worthy of hearing my name, young man. You just need to know that you're about to die in a

few days!" the old man said. He was also a martial artist, and his name was Jett Dunn.

"You invaded the King's residence at night. What are you after?" Lyndon asked.

"You're not that bright, are you, young man? We want to capture the King, of course!" Jett said in

disdain.

"How bold of you! Are you courting death for you to be so bold as to attempt capturing the King?"

Lyndon asked, furious.

"We're just doing this under orders," Jett replied.

"Under whose orders?" Lyndon asked. He knew that his death was inescapable, but he wanted to buy

more time. If the reinforcements arrived on time, these men would be executed.

At this moment, someone spoke at the back of the throng, "Under my orders, Chief Gorp!"

The men from Skyarch Palace cleared a path immediately, on which Jerry and his sons—Kelvin and

Zane—walked. They no longer needed to hide their identities.

Darren Everett, the head of Raging Blade, and Jethro Roman, the head of Three Poisons Hall, followed

beside them. Darren was holding a huge blade about as tall as a human. It was Black Moon, which was

left behind by Greenton.

Lyndon was unspeakably shocked upon seeing Jerry and his sons walk out. He knew of Jerry's cruel

nature, but he did not expect him to be the one who led a huge mob into the King's residence.

Even Jerry, who had such standing in the royal court, dared to orchestrate a rebellion!

"His Majesty has never mistreated you, has he, Jerry? Why would you start a rebellion?" Lyndon said

angrily.

"His Majesty has treated me well, Lyndon, but we humans must advance toward higher places!" Jerry

was all smiles. He knew that every one of the King's guards had died.

"You shouldn't look so gleeful! You dare rebel against the King? The Andrews family will be wiped out!"

Lyndon threatened.

"I can't be bothered to waste time talking to you. Where's the King? Has he hidden inside the secret

chamber? Take him out now and maybe I can consider sparing you!" Jerry said.

He had long investigated Balthazar, and he knew that Balthazar would always go into hiding whenever

he encountered danger. It was just that Jerry did not know where Balthazar's secret chamber was.

"Don't even think about it! I'll never tell you the King's whereabouts!" Lyndon said.

"There's no one who can protect the King now, Lyndon. You might as well consider joining me, and I

can promise that I'll reward you handsomely!" Jerry said.

"Cut the crap. You might as well kill me now," Lyndon said with determination.

He and the King were the only people who knew about the chamber. As long as he kept silent, the King

would be safe.

"Even if he doesn't say anything, we still have our ways. We can find the King!" Jett said.

"Oh? What's your plan?" Jerry asked.

"We have a lot of powerful, skilled men in Skyarch Palace. We can have them strike at the same time

and destroy the King's residence. With that, we can surely open the door of the chamber!" Jett said.

"The King's residence is constructed using special materials. Do you really have the power to destroy

it? Also, what if you injure the King?" Jerry asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, we're capable of restraint," Jett answered.

The next moment, Darren came out holding Black Moon. He said, "Let me test this blade out, Mr.

Andrews!"

"Sure, go for it," Jerry said. It so happened that he also wanted to see for himself how powerful this

legendary blade could be.