On the main road of the Rose Palace, figures dressed in red stood on both sides. Their red cloaks and hoods were connected together, and their faces were hidden under the shadow of the hoods, with only their chins exposed.

Although it was raining, these people still did not get wet. The raindrops seemed to be isolated by an invisible air layer, rolling down the fluttering cloaks and sliding into the water on the ground.

There were still traces of blood on the smooth marble floor, and the guards originally stationed here had turned into corpses, lying in the flower bed behind the red-dressed Dark Moon.

Under the respectful gazes of the Red-clothed Dark Moon of the Demon Sequence 6, a young man slowly stepped into the palace. He was dressed in a black suit, with a long sword with fairy patterns on his waist, short black hair, and bloodshot eyes.

Although the fighting within the palaces continued unabated, the young man remained calm and advanced steadily. As he approached, the battles in those palaces quickly ended, with the warriors fighting with all their might to ensure the battles were over and the palaces cleaned up before the king entered.

"Well……"

A guard gritted his teeth, holding back the thrusts of a dagger, then swung his broadsword with all his might, severing the enemy's neck and sending a shower of blood. But before he could escape, one, two, three rapiers pierced him, then yanked him away, leaving him to tumble helplessly into the rain.

The soldiers who cleaned up the mess dragged the bodies of the guards and their own men aside and placed them behind the palace or gateposts, trying not to let them be seen from the main road, so as not to pollute the king's eyes.

All these things were completed urgently within half a minute, and before they could retract their bodies, the door was pushed open, and the red-clothed Dark Moons, moving silently, began to occupy both sides of the main road, paving the way for the king behind them.

Soon, the young figure of about 15 years old appeared under the arch of the palace. He continued to move forward slowly. Although there were still traces of blood in the rain and air, the king maintained his expression and pace, moving towards the deepest part of the Rose Palace at a leisurely pace.

If one looked down from the sky, one could see that the situation in the Rose Palace was divided into two distinct scenes. On one side, it was extremely quiet, with guards standing silently to welcome the king of the empire. On the other side, there was a fierce battle, with the sounds of weapons and gunfire never stopping.

However, as the young man moved forward step by step, these two distinct scenes were slowly covering one side from the other.

In the Hall of Thorns, De Rosa led the elite palace guards in a fierce battle with the private army of the old nobles.

There was no shortage of firearms in the private army. Various expensive, finely crafted magic crystal guns were taken out and used at this moment. The enchanted bullets were fired one after another as if they were free.

Meanwhile, the Rose Palace's guards used the Roshi Gold Crossbow, specially crafted by the Royal Workshop. Since the acquisition of the refugees from Master Lurna many years ago, the Empire had mastered the manufacturing process for this extraordinary machine, but it was only due to its high cost and the high materials used that it was not widely used.

Now that the forest elves no longer send guards to protect the imperial capital, these Luo Xijin crossbows have replaced the Emerald Moon Longbow.

The crossbow strings created splashes of water in the rain, and quickly shot out the enchanted crossbow arrows. Although they were outnumbered by the enemy, the guards were not at a disadvantage in terms of firepower.

"We can't delay any longer, His Majesty is almost here." Yasien Krass spoke in a deep voice, standing behind rows of shield soldiers.

Previously, he and several companions had fought with the famous red-robed executive of the empire, but they did not gain the upper hand. Later, they had to ask their own soldiers for support, and only then did they escape briefly.

After hearing what Yasien said, the others also pricked up their ears to listen to the sound gradually approaching from behind, and they understood what was going on.

"We really can't delay any longer. It seems we have to risk our lives this time." One of the narrow-eyed men said gloomily. He took out a small bottle of gorgeous purple potion from his arms, put it directly into his mouth and bit it into pieces. The glass shards mixed with the potion filled his mouth, violently stimulating his nerves. A strange magic began to rise from his body.

Then the man used a small black block to gently wipe the weapon in his hand. The surface of the block glowed with a gradient of light, which made people feel cold.

"Hahaha, are you finally making up your mind? Then I'll start preparing, but I'll trouble you with the protection." As she spoke, a woman in a dark red and black robe gradually floated up in the rain. A gust of wind filled with magical power gradually gathered and circled around her. Her robes rolled up, and her golden hair also floated up, dancing wildly in the air.

A dark funnel began to appear in the originally gloomy sky. The surrounding thick dark clouds were absorbed by the vortex in the middle and hung down. From time to time, flashes of red lightning appeared in it, and bursts of cold air also descended. Some rain even turned into ice particles and fell.

"Since Bloom and Clara are ready, I might as well help." The young noble rushed out with half of the mask on. His steps were light and graceful. He dodged the crossbow arrows as if playing and approached the guards.

The sword light danced wildly, like silver flowers blooming and withering in an instant, cutting through these guards, and then opening a gap for the soldiers behind to pour in one after another.

Seeing this scene, the commander of the guards snorted coldly. His body was as fast as lightning and as swift as an eagle. He knocked the noble who was wielding the sword away with one sword. Then he kept moving the sword and was about to chop him into pieces on the spot.

However, another figure came to the rescue at this moment. Yasien, wielding a black sword, emerged from the shadows, clenched his sword, and stabbed at the famous extraordinary person in the empire.

"Swish--" The unstoppable sword blade was pinched by steel-like fingers, whose nails drew sharp sparks and scratches on the blade, and then suddenly bent, breaking the sneak attacking black sword.

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