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Chapter 1818 When the royal guards surrounded the assassin, he suddenly revealed his true abilities. The reason behind this was simple. He just wanted to lure the royal guards away from Mortimer and Draven, weakening the defense around them. As such, it'd be easier to assassinate them. "Fuck! He's quite crafty! Retreat!" Draven was flustered when his team of royal guards couldn't counter the assassin's attack. He started moving backward with the royal guards covering him.

However, at this point, they had already lost their best opportunity to defend themselves. The dark shadow was rushing forward faster than they could retreat. The assassin was just a few feet away from them within a couple of minutes. "Sir Vice! We'll block the assassin! Please leave now!" A few royal guards withdrew their swords decisively and charged toward the assassin when they realized they weren't going to make it. However, they didn't even last ten seconds against him. "Fuck it!

Die!" Mortimer growled. Instead of retreating, he withdrew his sword and ran toward the assassin. "Mortimer! Calm down!" Draven's face paled, and he tried to stop him. But it was too late. Mortimer rushed forward and swung his sword toward the assassin's neck. However, the dark shadow caught his blade instantly as his sword pierced Mortimer's shoulder. "Who are you?" Mortimer asked, gritting his teeth. He didn't yell as he tried to suppress the pain. The dark shadow said nothing.

He suddenly grabbed Mortimer's collar and flung him skyward. Mortimer soared through the air like a cannonball. He was flung a few hundred yards away beyond the castle's main entrance, landing heavily in the front yard. A loud noise followed his crash, and Mortimer left a human-shaped hole on the ground. He spat out blood as he wailed in pain. The impact had fractured many bones in his body. "Mortimer!" Eloise, who was standing guard at the main entrance, quickly turned.

She held her sword against Mortimer's neck and shouted, "Ask your army to surrender now or die!" Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Standing outside the castle, Draven was stunned to see Mortimer being thrown away. He quickly threw his weapon down and started running. He regretted being arrogant.

If he had known the assassin was this strong and powerful, he would have retreated in time like Atticus and Ignatius. He wouldn't have put his life at risk. "Still trying to escape?" The dark shadow smirked and moved at lightning speed. He grabbed Draven's collar from behind and lifted him up. "Please… don't kill me! I'll give you anything you want!" Draven was scared and quickly pleaded, trying to strike a deal. "Kill you?

Isn't that too easy on you?" With one smooth motion, the dark shadow assassin flung Draven skyward. He then leaped upward and kicked him in the stomach. Draven was sent flying a couple of hundred yards away like a ball above numerous soldiers. He sailed past the main entrance of the castle and landed inside. Many injuries and bruises covered his body. And he coughed up blood as he groaned in pain.

"Seize him!" Eloise, who had been waiting for quite a while, quickly ordered her soldiers to tie Draven up. They had already captured two of the Four Northern Sovereigns. The castle would no longer be at risk when the other two were captured. "Your turn now!" Outside the castle, Dustin lifted his head suddenly. His sharp gaze landed on Atticus and Ignatius in the distance. Lifting his sword, he charged toward them.