Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 528

The two of them fought desperately but were quickly overwhelmed, blood splattering everywhere.

The assassins showed no desire to linger in battle. One dealt with Gregory and his sons, while the remaining three pressed their attack on Aurora, targeting her chest with their blades.

In a panic, Aurora threw down her sword and pulled Barrett in front of her, using him as a shield.

"No!" Rebecca and Viola both screamed in shock at the sight.

Never in Barrett's wildest dreams would he imagine that Aurora would do such a thing. He was injured, and Aurora held him tightly. As a result, he couldn't swing his sword in defense. He could only watch helplessly as the three assassins advanced, their swords poised to plunge into his heart.

Everyone's blood ran cold, but no one could do anything. Rebecca couldn't even bear to watch, terrified of seeing her son die at the hands of the assassins.

In the nick of time, a red spear flew through the air, expertly knocking aside the three swords. The impact caused the assassins to recoil in pain and urgently step back.

A figure landed gracefully, quickly retrieving the spear and immediately engaging the assassins. With swift and precise moves, she forced the attackers back without hesitation.

The assassins were forced to retreat continuously. The formidable sword techniques they had used earlier were rendered ineffective under the pressure of her spear.

Within ten moves, the assassins' swords were all on the ground.

Within twenty moves, all the assassins lay defeated. Their tendons had been severed, their inner force depleted. They collapsed, unable to even lift their swords.

The summer night breeze tousled her slightly disheveled hair. Under the light from the corridor, she slowly lifted her face, and everyone finally recognized her.

Viola was trembling in fear as she uttered the name.

"Carissa?"

Carissa was wearing a white dress and a pair of embroidered cloth shoes. Her sleeves were wide, and the long dress accentuated her slender figure.

However, the murderous intent in her gaze had not dissipated. Her clothes were stained with the blood of the assassins, the spots spreading out into delicate patterns like small camellias on the white satin.

As everyone stood stunned, Gregory quickly stepped forward and ordered, "Tie them up and hand them over to the Royal Citadel."