I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 767 - 473: Twists and Turns

As the flames slowly receded.

Prince Dazlert’s originally somewhat dull gaze gradually regained its sharpness. He furrowed his brows and calmly surveyed the surroundings, then immediately called out:

"Babayeh."

"Your Highness, it’s so good that you’re unharmed..."

The steward, having recovered from the shock of the prince’s revival, came over with a choked-up voice, then immediately revealed a delighted smile, in a very tacit understanding, took off his own coat, and personally draped it over Dazlert.

The prince stood barefoot amidst a patch of charred carpet ashes, bent down to pick up the Cross Sword, his expression exceedingly indifferent, his voice calm yet filled with an undertone of murderous intent:

"I truly did not expect, that someone would dare attempt to take my sister’s and my life at my birthday feast within the Sun Palace of Bixie Crost..."

He turned his head, casting a tender look at Princess Anna, who had been temporarily placed on a sofa. Several court physicians who had rushed over were sweating profusely, clearly distressed over the princess’ critical condition.

Dazlert took a deep breath, his sword pointed at the guests present.

"You are all my invited guests, but I’m sorry, tonight every single one of you must undergo questioning and scrutiny... I swear on the honor of the Sun Royal Family, I will not wrong anyone, but I will not let the despicable poisoner escape."

"Dazlert... Your Highness, isn’t this a bit improper?"

A somewhat portly middle-aged man furrowed his brow and said in a deep voice.

He was dressed in the gold checkered cotton attire unique to members of the Royal Family, and was accompanied by several similarly dressed men and women.

"Bruno and Eberhardt are your own uncles, how could they poison you? By the Sun King above, we too are grieved by the recent accident, wishing we could have executed the culprit on the spot... but the guests present are all of significant status, including the high-ranking members of the Seven Gods Church. Doing this might offend many, perhaps we should wait until tomorrow..."

"Shut up."

Dazlert looked coldly at this uncle.

"That’s because it wasn’t you who was poisoned to death, Duke Olasaxib... I’ve already died once, do you think I care about these matters?"

The icy words rendered the portly man speechless, and he had no choice but to keep his face stern and remain silent.

The prince planted the Cross Sword firmly next to his foot, emitting a ’clang’ sound. He then swept over the crowd with a fierce glare, his eyes even emitting a hint of madness.

"This is an order, not a request..."

He spoke, punctuating every word.

Many of the guests present felt resentful, but did not dare voice their opposition at such a critical moment, as the prince was visibly enraged and no one wished to become the target of his wrath.

Family matters are known best to family members, and since the poisoner who attempted to assassinate the prince and princess was not oneself, why worry so much? Once things were settled, it would be over... at worst, it was just unfortunate to be innocently implicated.

However, just as the Empire’s guards were preparing to escort the guests out of the banquet hall, several white-clad servants who were originally crouched in a corner suddenly burst out and charged straight at the prince.

These servants, both men, and women, had expressionless faces and each held a sharp dinner knife radiating a soul-seizing black light, seemingly capable of cleaving souls in two!

Moreover, from among the court musicians, several individuals also leapt out, shedding their previous expressions of fear and panic to reveal ferocious intent to kill, lunging at the prince with their bare hands. They flung several black light arrows directly from their hands, determined to strike Dazlert dead on the spot!

The guests gasped, after the insult to the Royal Family by the Naturalist Sect Saintess’ presentation of the Black Sun painting, followed by the sinister attempt to poison the prince and princess, now assassins were outright flipping the table, determined to kill Prince Dazlert, who had just been restored to life!

"Protect His Highness!!"

Steward Babayeh shouted.

The Empire’s guards, clad in heavy armor, fearlessly shielded Prince Dazlert, forming a steel and flesh wall. The front row guards simply erected half-man-height sharp metal shields in an efficient manner and aimed their long spears straight ahead, ready to impale the oncoming assassins.

"Die!"

The several assassins disguised as servants brandished their dinner knives coldly. It seemed a clear case of "an egg striking a rock," yet the blades imbued with black light easily sliced through the guards’ thick metal shields as if a hot knife through butter!

The knives did not lose momentum, strangely twisting in mid-air, instantly piercing through the Empire guards’ armor and plunging into their bodies... several muffled thuds sounded as the guards’ souls were extinguished, and they collapsed on the spot.

The black light arrows followed closely behind, also penetrating several guards and killing them.

The counterstrikes from the guards’ spears and greatswords, cutting through the air, were effortlessly dodged by the assassins to no effect.

Though the Empire’s guards had undergone rigorous training and even ingested mysterious substances to enhance their bodies, they were at the end of the day still within the range of mere mortals, and were no match for these Mid Sequence supernatural assassins.

Just as the assassins broke through the defense of the Empire’s guards, with one assassin even lifting their dinner knife to strike at the prince, the figure of a man dressed in a brown casual suit slowly rose from the ground and stepped between the assassin and the prince.

The man gently raised his arm and deftly caught the wrist of the knife-wielding assassin with a snap, then suddenly, a massive wing-like membrane resembling half bronze, half granite inexplicably sprouted from his back, furiously flapping forward.

Boom—thud thud thud!

The assassin and his nearby accomplices were knocked back as if hit by a club, flying backward at high speed. Following a series of thunderous crashes, the assassins’ bodies shattered numerous decorative stone sculptures and were eventually buried under the rubble.

The man held a severed arm dripping with blood in his hand; after removing his glove, a black sun brand was revealed on the back of the broken limb.

"Hah, the remnants of the Solar Cross Society... After all these years, still not giving up, and now even daring to attempt an assassination during the Prince’s birthday banquet, do they think the Seven Gods Church is just for show?"

Aberhard chuckled lightly and casually discarded the arm.

He was the head of the Royal City branch of the History and Ritual Association, who had stood aside all this while but intervened at the critical moment to save the Prince.

"Thank you for your assistance, Chairman Aberhard."

Even though the Prince had just skirted the edge of death, his expression remained composed; he nodded slightly and thanked the man before him.

However, the Prince’s eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at the severed arm on the ground, seemingly intrigued by what Aberhard had just mentioned.

Aberhard turned, hand over chest, and said:

"The History and Ritual Association has always abided by the Oath of the Seven Gods to protect the Royal Family and the Empire, and of course would not stand by while these jumping clowns continue their farce."

"Then please, Chairman, help to take care of the remaining assassins... and it would be best to leave a few alive, I want to know how they infiltrated us."

Prince Dazlert glanced at him and spoke.

"Of course, that’s no problem."

Aberhard kept his smile and replied.

However, at this moment, Princess Anna suddenly let out a suppressed scream, drawing the attention of the Prince and the Chairman among others.

Turning around, they were shocked to see a dagger embedded in Princess Anna’s left chest, blood flowing freely... Her mouth was slightly open, her already pale face now twisted in agony.

Several of the court doctors had already met their silent, tragic deaths, stabbed through their chests and lying in pools of blood, with only one still standing, turning to coldly smile at everyone.

"Anna!"

The Prince’s eyes widened in horror, immediately showing extreme anger and madness.

"Solar Cross Society! You all deserve to die!"

But the response to his words was a golden blade swung by the "court doctor."

Hum!

An extremely high-temperature beam of light, forming the blade, sliced with rapidity too quick for the naked eye, crossing hundreds of afterimages towards Prince Dazlert’s neck!

The heat warped the space around, as if sucking dry the air, leaving everyone breathless... This power had clearly reached the Mythical Level!

The one most deeply hidden was this assassin disguised as a court doctor, a Solar System Saint of the Solar Cross Society!

"Heh!"

Aberhard scoffed, his figure moved through the afterimages, blocking in front of the blade as if by Blink, his bronze wing membranes spread out to intercept the attack.

With a sound, the light blade trembled dozens of times in an instant, burning through the wing membrane, opening a huge cut, and igniting it... But this also exhausted its strength, thereafter dissipating into sparks in the air.

Ahaberth’s brow furrowed slightly, then with a gentle shake of the bronze wing membrane, a rustling of pages filled the air, and with the color of his outline quivering, it was as if time reversed, healing the wing membrane completely in an instant.

The next second, his right arm liquefied like wax, turning into a murky grey-white, with the blood vessels faintly visible, albeit flowing with blue-green sea water...

"Face reality... it’s just a pointless struggle."

Ahaberth smiled.

His grey-white hand reached forward in a motion, and the moisture in the air around instantly condensed, a terrifying hydraulic pressure engulfing the "court doctor," crushing with a roar. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Spurt—

The air let out a mournful screech like a cry, and the scene seemed like a canvas twisted into a ball by an invisible giant hand!

The fierce water pressure instantly "tore off" the surface of the visible world, revealing beneath it myriad spirit world rifts, invisible to mortals, like wounds across space, scattered in every corner of the area, a force so strong it was irresistible, pulling both Ahaberth and the "court doctor" into them.

They both disappeared in an instant.

Afterward, the spirit world rifts in the area began to "heal" on their own.

At this moment, the banquet hall was strewn with bloody corpses, shattered armor, weapons, and shields everywhere, a complete mess. The guests had long since hidden in the corners, and the assassins had no chance to go after the Prince because the High Priest Camacho of the Hailing Group had taken action, sweeping the floor with his strength alone, suppressing all the assassins.

The fallback plan prepared by Princess Anna was declared a total failure...

Chen Lun looked down, sighing inwardly.