"Your Majesty, your injuries..."
Swimming City.
Thirty kiloters outside the city.
Military camp.
Late night.
The light in the tent was bright.
Everton Davenport sat on the bed, holding a copy of "Sumr-Winter," flipping through its pages incessantly.
When he ca across an intriguing passage, he couldn’t help nodding in appreciation while pulling out a pen to jot down his thoughts imdiately.
"My injuries are no longer an issue." Everton Davenport sat shirtless, his chest wrapped in layers of bandages.
During his confrontation with the West Sea God, his chest had unfortunately suffered a direct palm blow!
Yet at the sa ti, he had severely injured his opponent!
The West Sea God later clashed fiercely with Julius Reed in Rat Town, reopening his old wounds, and had vanished without a trace since.
Everton Davenport had heard about this incident and felt deeply invigorated.
"Your Majesty, news from the city: the Grand Commandant of the City Lord’s Mansion—Devlin—devised a ploy to lure the City Lord out, intending to have Hagan Marsh eliminate him. But it ended in failure."
Outside the tent, a civilian official from The North Sea carefully reported the intelligence he had gathered.
"I heard the Supre Leader personally went to the City Lord’s Mansion to search, but found the place completely empty. None of the guards knew when the City Lord had departed. anwhile, the leaders of the First and Second factions have begun fighting viciously over the position of City Lord. Chaos reigns in Swimming City."
"Such a thing?" Everton Davenport closed the book, his mind beginning to churn.
His daughter was inside the city!
Originally, he had planned to breach Swimming City, cleanse this vile den of sin, and rescue his daughter.
But he had never anticipated being ambushed by the West Sea God and forced to retreat thirty kiloters.
Now, the chaos within the city presented a golden opportunity for his triumphant return!
"Confirm this intelligence!" Everton Davenport stood up, donned his clothes, and a smile illuminated his face.
The heavens never seal off all paths!
The Supre Leader is in Swimming City!
The person he dread of killing was right here!
Under his very nose!
This ti, Everton Davenport had brought a significant number of "Tiger Cavalry" with him. Though the real elite troops were still stationed below the Heavenly Palace, those he brought out were no less formidable.
He was confident and determined to trap the Supre Leader in Swimming City!
Everton Davenport refused to believe that anyone in this world could singlehandedly face thousands of soldiers!
"Your Majesty, the information is verified! I stake my life on it—the fires of battle have indeed erupted in Swimming City, and the City Lord has vanished!"
The intelligence officer reported.
"Excellent! Marvelous!" Everton Davenport burst into laughter, grabbed the longsword on the table, donned his North Sea war armor, and shouted, "Charge! Cleanse Swimming City with blood!"
He strode out of the tent, heading to his Mont Horse.
"Sound the assembly horn! I, the King of the North Sea, Everton Davenport, will flatten Swimming City today!" Mounting his steed, he bellowed.
"Report!"
Suddenly, a scout rushed up from the outskirts.
"Your Majesty! Soone has co to the camp gates, and there has already been conflict between us and them!" The scout’s face was tense.
"Frantic behavior!" Everton Davenport was sowhat displeased and said, "If soone saw this, what would they think of us North Sea warriors? A rabble?"
"I have sinned!" The scout imdiately knelt and pleaded for forgiveness.
"Stand up and speak!" On this day, Everton Davenport felt exhilarated. The internal strife in Swimming City left him as an observer across the river.
Ready to reap the benefits as the fisherman.
His only concern was Baylor Davenport.
Thus, he was uncharacteristically lenient with his underlings.
"Soone outside wants passage to Swimming City. After my soldiers blocked him, intense conflict ensued. The vanguard suffered heavy casualties. Your Majesty, you must co and see!" The soldier called out anxiously.
"Foolish! To provoke !" Everton Davenport drew his sword and asked the civilian official beside him, "Join ?"
"Yes!" The official climbed onto his horse and set off with Everton Davenport towards the camp’s entrance.
The grand North Sea formation spanned miles of camp.
"Just who has such audacity to dare clash with the North Sea?" Everton Davenport pondered as he rode, resolving to teach them a lesson.
An unforgettable lesson!
Upon approaching the entrance—three hundred ters away—Everton Davenport noticed sothing odd.
Silence.
Dead silence.
Could the scout have erred?
Was this soone sent by Swimming City to lure him out?
It didn’t seem likely!
Everton Davenport sniffed the air, detecting the faint scent of blood.
He didn’t hesitate but gripped his longsword tightly and urged his horse forward!
Finally.
Leading his North Sea soldiers, Everton Davenport arrived at the entrance.
Only to see—
A man in yellow attire riding a horse, holding an iron spear.
And before the man, corpses were stacked like a small mountain.
"Who are you!" Everton Davenport was stunned.
For soone to singlehandedly kill so many soldiers in such a short ti—this was no ordinary feat!
But he was a man destined to conquer Swimming City.
How could he be easily intimidated?
"Your n?" The man in yellow raised his head, gazing coldly at Everton Davenport.
"Indeed! How dare you! Do you know what it ans to provoke the North Sea? Speak—who are you!" Everton Davenport demanded with fierce determination.
To kill so many of his soldiers in such a short ti—this was certainly no average individual!
"Your n obstructed my path. Should I not kill them?" The man in yellow raised his silver spear and said coldly, "And you—you should die as well!"
"How arrogant!" Everton Davenport cackled loudly, leaping from his horse as his longsword sliced through the air, aiming straight for the man.
"Hmph!"
The man in yellow snorted coldly and raised his spear in a powerful motion!
Clang!
Everton Davenport felt an enormous force strike him, hurling him to the ground.
Behind him, his Mont Horse neighed nervously in fright.
"Your Majesty!" The North Sea troops imdiately sounded a copper gong!
"I’m fine! Just stretching my muscles." Everton Davenport was inwardly shaken.
What kind of monster was this!
To repel him with one strike?
Granted, Everton Davenport was injured.
But the man’s sheer power was nothing short of terrifying!
"Again!" He could not afford to lose face in front of his subordinates!
"You? Unworthy." The man wielded his spear with one hand and smashed it downward heavily!
Clang!
Everton Davenport retreated ten ters, spitting blood onto the ground.
Simultaneously!
The North Sea soldiers, hearing the commotion, including the Tiger Cavalry, all poured out and surrounded the man in yellow!
Over a thousand weapons were now aid directly at the man in yellow!
"So what? Brutes rely on single combat! No matter how skilled you are, can you defeat a thousand troops?" Everton Davenport accepted a handkerchief from the civilian officer, wiped his mouth, and spoke with disdain: "Now, do you understand what royal authority ans? This—this is royal authority! Challenging it leads to ruin!"
He picked up his longsword, striding toward the man: "You know nothing of power."
"Oh? Is that so?"
Facing the thousand weapons pointed at him, the man in yellow showed no shred of fear but instead smiled: "I know nothing of power?"
Click! Click! Click!
As soon as the man spoke, massive floodlights blazed to life!
The entire camp was illuminated as bright as day!
The North Sea soldiers covered their eyes, nearly blinded!
When their vision adjusted, they were struck by terror...
Behind the floodlights were rows of cannons!
"This is power." The man in yellow spoke coldly.
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