Inside the Tower of Hadhrat, Simmons, the leader of the royal guards, shouted loudly, ordering his guards to rely on their shields to resist the fierce musket attacks.

Most of the troops in the royal capital were dispatched to carry out missions tonight, but Basel also took into account the possibility of failure or even luring the enemy away from their base, so it was impossible for the royal palace to be unprotected.

In addition to some of the guards who stayed behind, there were also several bishops and a dozen priests providing assistance in the defense. Therefore, even though Redel led a larger number of people and used flintlock rifles, he would not be able to attack in a short time.

The balance of the situation was not broken until a huge lightning column fell from the sky that was powerful enough to illuminate the royal capital.

Redel and others were also shocked, but fortunately they had received instructions before and could vaguely guess what was going on.

The guards guarding the palace inevitably fell into chaos, especially the priests and bishops who assisted in the defense, because the lightning pillar that fell from the sky did not belong to any kind of divine magic they knew! "Don't panic, that is Lord Anluk punishing the rebels, God... is with us!" Simmons shouted at the top of his lungs, barely stopping the chaos in the army, but still couldn't avoid rows of soldiers falling under the gunfire and rain of bullets.

The only thing that made Simmons feel relieved was that after a few rounds of volleys, the gunfire stopped.

Redel and the others have run out of ammunition! They fought their way from the capital to the palace, and experienced several battles along the way. The little ammunition they carried was exhausted. Everyone raised their muskets and prepared to start hand-to-hand combat! Simmons quickly realized this from the actions of these people and immediately became excited. "Everyone, cheer up, our chance to counterattack has come. Those devil's followers can no longer attack with powerful magic weapons. Now is the time for us to win!"

The guards, who were forced to hide in the shield wall and were extremely frustrated by the rounds of musket fire, gripped their long swords tightly and pounced on the enemy crowd like wolves and tigers.

Simmons was no exception, and he immediately targeted Redel, who was in charge of command in the crowd - as long as the leader was killed first, it would greatly undermine the morale of these rebels!

Simmons wielded the heavy knight's sword in his hand, and it managed to make it as light as a rapier, instantly killing the two musketeers who had surrounded him.

As a leader of the Royal Guards who is deeply trusted by King Bazel, Simmons is not a noble knight with excellent bloodline, but he has taken a divine potion due to his military exploits and possesses physical fitness beyond that of ordinary people. Every time the sword falls, someone will wail and fall in a pool of blood.

"Everyone get out of my way!" Redel shouted loudly, stopping more people from coming over to protect him.

"You're quite courageous!" Simmons shook off the blood on the weapon in his hand in surprise, and then a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "But I'll take your life!"

The moment he finished speaking, Simmons was like a gust of fierce wind. He crossed a distance of more than ten meters in three or two steps and slashed at Reard with the knight's heavy sword in his hand.

However, facing him, Redel actually threw away the rifle in his hand, and instead took out a palm-sized, pitch-black pistol from his chain bag and pointed the black muzzle at Simmons.

A chill suddenly surged from the soles of his feet to his heart. Simmons, who had just seen the shooting of a flintlock rifle, could of course guess that this thing was similar.

However, the distance was too close and there was no time to dodge. Simmons could only hold the sword horizontally and switch from offense to defense. With his outstanding reaction speed, he could even easily block the flying arrows...

Even though this strange magical weapon fired bullets much faster than arrows and crossbows, he was confident that he could block them!

Simmons' expression changed from solemn to horrified, because what burst out from the muzzle was not just one bullet, but dozens or even hundreds! Dense bullets flew out of the muzzle and then scattered in a cone. In such a wide range of bullets, Simmons couldn't even do the most basic dodge. His left arm, shoulder, waist and abdomen were all pierced by the flying lead bullets at the same time, and even exploded, turning into fragments all over the sky and scattered all over the ground...

Simmons' body fell to the ground like a dead leaf, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness. This was not the way a knight should fight and die...

"Times have changed, idiot!" Redel shook his head. This was a fine product specially made for him by the alchemy workshop.

It was originally intended to deal with those bishops in an emergency. Since Simmons insisted on coming up, it would be a good opportunity to test the gun on him!

Redel put away his pistol, picked up the opponent's knight's sword, strung Simmons' broken body high up, shouted that the leader was dead, and undermined the fighting spirit of the Guards.

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At this moment, inside the palace, the attendants and ministers were in chaos. Outside, there were continuous sounds of swordplay and gunfire, but Basel was still sitting on the throne with no intention of moving.

"Your Majesty Basel, those damn miners are about to rush in. If we don't leave now, it will be too late." A loyal servant knelt on the ground and persuaded anxiously.

"No need, they are already outside the door." Basel's face was very calm. The moment he received the report that the palace was attacked, he had guessed that the action against those wizards tonight was just a trap.

They were caught in the trap, like prey caught in a spider's web, and struggling was futile.

Basel was well aware of this and had no intention of escaping.

His life span has come to an end, and death is only a matter of time...

Moreover, this is his own kingdom, the territory of the Bazel family for generations. He also needs to examine the new successor to see if his stupid son has the ability to run the kingdom! A noisy sound came from far away, accompanied by a lot of killing and footsteps. The whole palace began to tremble slightly, as if it was about to collapse.

After a while, everything returned to calm and the palace door was finally opened.

Hattar was the first to step into the palace, holding a blood-stained sword in his hand. Lynn had no intention of stealing his limelight, so he followed behind him with Anthony.

King Bazel's eyes swept across Anthony, and then stayed on Lynn for a long time, and finally turned to look at Hattar and sighed. "If you walked into this hall alone tonight, I would be very happy, Hattar!"

(End of this chapter)