Volume 4: The War of the Gods Chapter 116: Your Majesty the King will protect me

  Maidanzuo and Aruka fought together, the scene immediately became extremely fierce, the besieging guards didn't even notice that Maidanzuo was just a sixth-level warrior, he completely held his own. Aruka was injured, hastily blocking Amun's incredibly powerful arrow, until now his chest still felt like it was on fire with tearing pain, and Maidanzuo's use of divine magic was extremely clever.

  Maidana Zuo does not fight with the demeanor of a divine magician, but wields a heavy sword with a staff as its hilt, infusing various strange powers into the attack range shrouded by the sword's edge, looking like a great warrior who has undergone a second awakening of power, yet his magical abilities are exceptionally profound.

  The place where the two men fought was like a thunderstorm, with the sound of weapons clashing like thunder, and waves of powerful energy swirling around. Ordinary warriors could hardly get close. The king's guards were well-trained, and as soon as they saw this scene, they formed a formation on both sides, raised their shields and spears together, sealing off Medanzo's space for dodging left and right, waiting for him to reveal an opening so they could turn him into a hedgehog.

  Aruka was somehow unable to withstand Medanzo, and several times he tried to shake off the melee between the two but failed. He simply swung his long sword with great power to counter the entanglement of various divine techniques. Medanzo's long sword and short blade attacks left him almost no chance to fight back.

  Maidanzuo, who had the upper hand, was also secretly frowning. This wounded great warrior was still so brave and desperate, refusing to back down in a fight to the death, and it would not be possible to resolve this quickly. The surrounding soldiers, after a brief moment of chaos, had already formed their battle lines, and the Imperial Guards who had rushed out of the camp were also numerous. He seemed to have made enough noise, but it looked like he still needed to take more drastic measures. Maidanzuo put away the short blade in his left hand and drew out two scrolls.

  He was still paying attention to the movements of the camp at all times during the intense battle, and if he threw out a high-level divine technique scroll, he didn't believe that it would be impossible to stir up the great divine technique masters inside!

  He had just taken out the scroll, swung his sword to force Aruka back a few steps, and also dodged to the left, unleashing a burst of energy that crashed into the soldiers who were forming up on one side. According to what was said, the spatial impact of the divine technique's power should have been able to knock the front row of soldiers back several steps, but unexpectedly, there was a ring of light on the shields of the soldiers that flashed through, as if they were connected together by an invisible chain, and Medanzo was actually knocked back a step from a distance.

  There was a small, hooded figure who had already left the camp, holding a staff and waving it lightly, without making a sound, yet quietly casting a spell to help the guards resist Medanzo's power. This person had seen that Aruka was not Medanzo's opponent after being injured, and relying on this great warrior and dozens of guards around him might be able to stop the assassin, but it would be difficult to take him down.

  Moy Danzuo also knew that the other party's great divine master had finally reached his limit and took action. Looking at this formation, he wanted to capture him alive and interrogate him thoroughly. His goal was already achieved, and there was no more hesitation. He waved his hand and unfolded the scroll.

  Amon spared no expense and gave Medanzo two high-grade scrolls, one of which was "Wind Blade Dance", a high-level divine technique he had used when pursued by Julian's men at the Roni River, capable of indiscriminately attacking a wide area. Suddenly, a violent gust of wind erupted around Medanzo, with countless tiny air currents condensing and compressing, like chaotic flying blades.

  The battlefield where Meidanzo was located did not have the space to deploy this large-scale attack spell, and he was facing Aruka in a fierce battle, with shield-wielding guards on both sides. He didn't even have time to retreat far enough to control the spell. As expected of Amun's successor, his technique was also the same as Amun's at first, and the bursting wind blades attacked himself together, no one expected him to do so.

  A blue phosphorescence emerged on the surface of the scorpion shell armor, that was Medanzo's operating magic power bringing the defensive effect of this treasure armor to its extreme. At the same time, he held his long sword upside down and knelt on the ground, with the end of the hilt attached to his forehead as if in prayer. The rising smoke formed a blurry protective screen surrounding him, and within the smoke, flames continued to flash, caused by the friction of the wind blades cutting through.

  Aruka danced wildly, her sword flashing as she retreated backward. The blade's edge shone like a silver-lit shield held in front of her. In the distance, the powerful sorcerer reacted swiftly, chanting an incantation and raising his staff. The light on the shields of the soldiers on either side twisted, as if a semi-transparent, invisible curtain had risen, deflecting all the flying wind blades.

  This defensive divine technique consumed a great deal, and the great divine technician did not give Medanzo any chance to break through. The formation of the left and right guards remained unchanged, and it seemed that only Medanzo himself was at a disadvantage. If he hadn't thrown out another scroll, if there were no other unexpected situations, after the wind blades dispersed, Medanzo would likely be caught by others.

  Another scroll thrown by Mei Danzuo was not an attack, but a large-scale information interference spell. The surroundings suddenly turned dark, like a thick fog that couldn't be dispersed, and exploded to envelop everything. Not only could nothing be seen with the naked eye, but even detection spells were disrupted in an instant. No one knew where he was.

  As soon as he saw this formation, the great wizard reacted and realized that Meidanzo was trying to escape. He immediately shouted: "No one move, guard your position!" With a wave of his staff, a beam of light fell down and dispersed the thick fog in front of Aruka. The light revolved, just about to break through the layers of fog on the battlefield, when suddenly a sharp, ear-piercing sound came from the camp, as if something had been cut in two by an even sharper blade.

  At the same time, someone shouted loudly: "There is an assassin!" The shout was accompanied by a dull thud and suddenly stopped. Then, it seemed that something heavy flew out with a whistling sound, knocking over many things. After that, a cold voice said: "If you want to take the king's life, don't move, listen to my orders!"

  The voice wasn't loud, and the speaker was quite young. When he spoke, it must have been accompanied by a transmission magic spell, because everyone inside and outside the camp could hear him clearly. The great magician and Aruka couldn't care about Medanzo anymore, and turned to rush back into the camp.

  The magnificent beast skin tent in the center of the camp had collapsed, as if it had been split in two by a giant blade. The iron stove for roasting meat in the courtyard surrounded by curtains in front of the tent was also knocked over, pulling down the curtains and knocking down the two tents in front, finally coming to a stop far away, completely deformed.

  The one who had crashed into the large iron furnace was a man, he was Ah Fei, the great warrior guarding the king's side. At this moment, his shoulders were stained with rust and charcoal, holding a long sword standing at the entrance of the big tent, although the door of the tent no longer existed.

  The yard was already in a mess, the three-layered large tent had been split into two halves, but the things inside the front tent were intact. The king's throne was upright and undamaged, on the table in front of the throne there was an additional half-split bed board, with a naked beauty lying on one side, it was the king's concubine who was wrapped in a blanket, trembling with fear.

  The guards, palace staff, and two sixth-grade divine magic users stood at the edge of the fallen tent, but no one dared to approach. King Luciel sat on his throne with a shocked expression, his body still trembling uncontrollably, unsure if he was frightened or frozen. His Majesty wasn't even wearing clothes, with his bare shoulders and thighs exposed. The person beside him was somewhat polite, casually tearing off half of the bed sheet and tossing it to Luciel.

  Lucil clutched the half sheet tightly in both hands, holding it protectively over his waist and abdomen like a lifeline. Beside him stood a young man wearing the same strange armor as Medanzo, with a sharp short sword poised on Lucil's shoulder.

  The king's attendant, the great magician Celia, rushed back. She had already realized that the king had been kidnapped and her first thought was to use the Space Transfer Spell to retrieve the king from under the assassin's short blade. However, she immediately dispelled the idea. Because she saw that the assassin's left hand held a gray scroll, which he was lightly twirling with his fingers, as if it would open at any moment.

  Cecilia was discerning, and at a glance, she recognized that it was the legendary Storm of Destruction! If the assassination of the king failed, the assassin trapped in the camp would naturally be doomed, but if he were to make a last-ditch effort and unroll the scroll, no one here, including the king and Lucilia, would be able to survive.

  Cirya didn't have the confidence to take him down before he unrolled his scroll, this assassin was able to sneak into the king's tent unnoticed and took down the great warrior Afy with one move, making him a much tougher opponent than the one outside. The atmosphere was tense to the extreme, but Cirya calmed down instead, taking a step forward with her staff in hand and asked: "This unknown brave warrior, how dare you, who are you?"

  That assassin smiled slightly, his smile was bright and his teeth were very white: "You may have heard of my name, I am Ahmon, the legion commander of the Anra Legion of the Egur Empire. The person outside is my personal guard captain Medanzo. You must also want to ask me why I want to do this, what conditions will be met before releasing your king? After hearing my name, I think these are no longer necessary to ask! I am here for peace between the two countries and just want to sit down and talk."

  Rao is a great wizard with profound determination, and Cilia almost didn't stand firm. The one who came was actually the legion commander of the Anluo Legion, Ahmon, the survivor among the convicts in Du Ke Town!

  At this time, the great warrior Aruka rushed back and shouted: "General Amun, I admire your courage, but do you really think that one person can come here and still be alive to go back?"

  Amun is still smiling: "Of course I want to live back, I thought about it before coming, Your Majesty the King will definitely protect me, right?"

  "This was said to Lucille, and Hattie, the king of the country, also saw the situation around him clearly. The assassin had a knife pressed against his own throat, but he was also surrounded by layers of encirclement. In this war-torn land, if he harmed himself, it would be impossible for him to escape. Lucille also regained some composure and said in a stern tone: "General Ammon, I can forgive your betrayal and offense, but since you came seeking peace, you should first put down your weapons and ask for my forgiveness."

  He tried his best to maintain a king's dignity, but his voice was a little hoarse and his speech was slightly trembling.