The battle situation was getting worse and worse for the three Roses. Resca seized the opportunity and stabbed out with a sword. Narcisse, who was the weakest, was unable to dodge and was stabbed through the abdomen severely.

Blood flowed down in large streams, and Rose struggled to block Lesca who wanted to hit him. The dagger flew and left an ugly scar on the enemy. Eugenia took the opportunity to drag Narcisse.

Away from the battlefield.

"Retreat." Osul was a little helpless, but the current situation did not allow them to continue executing the killing plan.

Rose gritted her silver teeth, and reason told her that it was indeed time to retreat, otherwise not only her but also Narcisse and Eugenia's lives would be in danger.

…

Edward sped up and ran towards Jon III's room, surrounded by countless Odin's colleagues who were killing each other.

He knew it was Loughman and Osur's people.

This was completely different from what Osul told him! Anger gradually emerged in his heart.

He roared "Ah" and killed the soldiers blocking the front with a sword.

Osul told him that Rafman had become disloyal, so he hoped that Edward could stay and transferred him out to suppress the monsters as an excuse to keep him in the royal capital.

He dubiously agreed.

However, no one expected that the beacon smoke would rise so quickly.

According to the information reacted by all parties, it was Osul who caused this chaos in an attempt to take over the power of the great prince in one fell swoop.

Now he just wants to know about his father Jon III. He hopes that his two brothers can still retain some humanity and not be completely swallowed up by the desire for power.

"Calm down." Ivan said.

"How do you want me to calm down?"

Ivan was helpless. Anyone who encounters such a situation where roommates are fighting would probably not be able to calm down. However, Edward's murderous appearance of killing anyone on sight is really something he doesn't want to see.

"These people are all rebels and deserve to die!"

Speaking of which, Ivan knew that there was nothing he could do to stop Edward. To put it bluntly, this was just a family matter.

…

Ashur hurried to the palace of Jon III. As soon as he received the notification of the start of Osul's plan, he sent all the family guards over.

He wants to protect the old king. This is the oath of "eternal loyalty" made by his family. At the same time, this is also his role as a national defense officer.

The responsibilities of ministers.

"Sir, the young master is also here." A close confidant whispered beside him.

"Itkarn? Didn't I ask you to stay at home?"

As soon as he saw his eldest son, Ashul would criticize him head-on.

As for his son, Ashul also feels helpless from the bottom of his heart. Itkarn, who has been domineering since he was a child, has caused countless unnecessary troubles to the family.

But he is his own child after all. Poor parents in the world, Ashul doesn't want him to have any involvement in such a dangerous situation tonight.

"That's all, you can come with us."

Seeing Itkarn lowering his head and saying nothing, as if he was ready to be scolded, Ashul also softened his heart. He led his guards into the hall, with Itkarn following behind.

Seeing the old king on the hospital bed, Ashul couldn't help but burst into tears.

When he was young, it happened to be the era when Jon III was powerful in the continent. When he saw the man who once seemed to be the hero of Odin and was now lying on the bed like this, he realized that this man had also reached an age that was almost in his twilight years.

.

As Ashur was sighing, he found that his son Itkarn suddenly walked forward slowly from behind the team.

There was an inexplicable smile on his face, and Ashul suddenly felt flustered for some reason.

"What are you doing! Itkarn!" he shouted sharply.

"It's nothing, father. I just want to take a closer look at our King."

"Stop! Itkarn! You have no authority to approach the king!"

Itkarn didn't answer, he was still slowly approaching Jon III's bed.

The surrounding guards were also a little at a loss. If it had been anyone else, they would have swarmed up and captured him. But facing the young master of their own family, they really didn't dare to act without permission until the master said something.

"Stop him!" Ashul shouted.

The guards looked at each other and stood in front of Itkarn.

Itkarn stopped.

"Father, you don't believe me, do you?"

"No, I just distinguish between public and private matters." Ashul felt a little guilty, but Itkarn's actions did not seem normal to him.

"Forget it." Itkarn still had that weird smile on his face.

"You actually don't even trust your own son. Lord Ashul is really wary." Another unfamiliar voice came.

A broken black cloak appeared in the corner of the hall like a ghost.

"Itkarn!" Ashur roared angrily.

He understood that his son had made an unforgivable mistake! He had brought the enemy here.

Suddenly, this man in his prime seemed to have aged much older.

"Do it and kill this assassin!"

At this point, Ashul had no choice but to deal with the assassin first. As for Itkarn, he could only ask the royal court for forgiveness afterwards.

The guards swarmed forward, and the ones they brought were all elites from the family and masters from the military. However, the black-robed assassin just stood there and watched the soldiers rush towards him.

The long sword of the guard at the front was swung out, and the blade was only one foot away from the man in black robe.

Then, he moved.

Unimaginable speed! It was like walking among the blades! The man kicked a guard on the knee, then lowered his head to avoid the attack from behind, jumped up, spun around in the air, and then vigorously

He knocked down all the guards with one kick. After landing, he quickly stepped back sideways, struck his elbow back, squatted down, and swept his legs out! The man quickly turned around, grabbed the person next to him, and threw him away.

He was like a black storm, knocking down the surrounding guards in a few rounds. Such powerful skills made the remaining people a little afraid and no longer approached easily.

Ashul frowned, and he said to the cronies who stayed to protect him: "Trang, come on, it seems that the others are no match for him."

Trang nodded, turned around and rushed forward with a few strides, using his legs to jump over the wall.

The man in black robe suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, and his eyes caught sight of an unattractive figure.

"Bang!"

The two fists faced each other, and each took a few steps back.

The man in black robe was surprised, but he still seemed to be in a good mood.

"Master Ashur is finally going to take action. Fortunately, our people are here too!"

He opened his arms, and on the rafters in every corner behind him, a large number of black robes fluttered in the wind, revealing the patterns on their forearms.

Bucktooth!
Chapter completed!