Boom——!!!
It was as if a dragon’s roar shocked the heavens, and with just three sword strikes, he threw off the "siege" of his father, cousin, father-in-law, and his own incarnation, all sent crashing toward the back of Edward IV.
Each of them looked rather "miserable," especially the [Sea Hunter], who bore a grudge over a stolen wife; his arm was bent, with who knows how many bones broken.
He almost completely lost the ability to fight, and no one would regard him with wariness anymore.
The three who could have fought back and forth were instantly defeated at this mont, scaring most of the Royalist Nobles into holding their heads and fleeing in panic, faces fearful as if the end of the world had co.
So even hastily jumped into the sea.
Since even this strongest group under the Fifth Order, Fourth Order Heroes, Mythical Creatures, was defeated, who could stop the last Lancaster?
A few, slightly more clever ones started to roll their eyes, plotting how to betray the York Family and be the first to defect, possibly not only without bla but also earning rit.
Amidst the chaos on the [Centaurus Constellation Number].
Byron continued walking without pause, striding forward, heading straight for Edward IV, whose face was getting more twisted with either pain or fury.
When he was seven steps away, with a wave of his hand, a blazing white streak of lightning, like a javelin, shot a step ahead of him.
This was Byron’s exclusive transcendent ability [Lightning Throw] developed from electricity.
Crackle...
Just as Edward IV instinctively took a defensive sword style [Hoe Style], using the [Sword of Dedication] to block, his hands beca slightly numb from a brief electric shock.
Byron’s feet slamd into the deck, propelling himself forward.
Explosive circles of air burst beneath his feet, and as his Storm Wings created afterimages behind him, he arrived like a crossbow bolt skimming the ground.
He gripped his sword with both hands and executed a powerful leaping slash!
Clang!
Edward IV only had ti to place his sword horizontally above his head when the trendous force shattered his sword defense, the blade’s spine slamd into his chest, spraying blood from his mouth, forcing him to stagger back several steps.
The battle seed to have returned to the original standoff between [The Kingmaker] and him, except the roles were reversed.
But Byron was not [The Kingmaker] Warwick, and Edward IV was not the sa as he was initially.
After a fierce battle, he was already panting heavily for breath.
Facing Byron, who had shared his power, he had almost no strength to offer substantial resistance.
After dividing the royal power, the law might have increased their strength equally.
But one was a serious kidney-deficient patient on the verge of being drained dry by an ordinary woman; the other was a [Night Demon Prince] who could comfortably handle two Demon Monster Queens despite having a packed schedule seven days a week.
There was no comparison between the two.
"Blow——!"
Byron blew the [Storm Horn], summoning the Battery Eight Brothers to butcher the fearless Guardsn rushing in for protection into eight pieces.
He himself continued his relentless attack, giving Edward IV no chance to catch his breath or regroup, constantly taunting him:
"A virtue unmatched to position must invite disaster.
Edward, obviously your martial virtue is lacking.
Surrender quickly, and I can leave you a whole corpse.
Oh, and I can also burn your Queen along with you, so you and your family can remain intact."
Evidently, dying at Byron’s hands was a fate far better than dying at Warwick’s hands.
At least there was no need to worry about seeing the beloved [First Beauty of the Channel Islands] tornted once more, like the [Incompetent] next door who wore countless green hats.
Edward IV spat blood from his mouth, suffering in silence.
He wasn’t a real Fifth Order Legend, mastering strange arts, nor did he have a complete [King’s Title] to use his unique [King’s Military Might], overthrown by one move from Byron, with no power left to turn the tide.
Moreover, in countless midnight dreams, he seed to have dreamt of such scenes.
He lost the crown, t a miserable death, and his eldest daughter Elizabeth York married the distant "cousin" in front of him, reuniting the bloodline of the Golden Flower.
But that was under the premise that the other party lacked force and needed to balance various factions.
Now, the other party possessed extraordinary power sufficient to wipe out any opposition entirely, likely not leading to such a compromising situation.
"Extermination!"
A word deeply trembling Edward IV’s heart erged.
Just like what they had once done to the Lancasters, not sparing a single man, elder, woman, girl, boy... so long as they bore Lancaster’s blood.
Lancaster would definitely reciprocate accordingly, and no one would bla Lancaster for doing so.
Only pleasure was felt when he was the perpetrator, but when it was his turn to be the victim, all he felt was intense fear.
Just as his face grew more distorted, and his sword moves beca more chaotic.
"Stop!"
The Cardinal, Archbishop of Canterbury, Robins, suddenly shouted, raising his hand to summon two Twin-Winged Angels to pounce on Byron.
He hadn’t intervened much when Edward IV held the upper hand but couldn’t stand by now that he was losing.
Although the York Family was rely seen as modest henchn, under the current backdrop of religious wars, every royal family supporting the Orthodox Church was crucially valuable.
Robins couldn’t allow Edward to be killed, nor could he sit back and watch the end of York Family’s royal power.
He pushed aside the guards beside him, sternly scolding Byron:
"[Wild Hunt] Byron Lancaster, don’t be stubborn!"
User Comments
0 comments from readers