The Almighty Lord Caspian novel Chapter 722

The Andrews family members were already set on rebelling, so there was no need for them to hide their identities.

After a chaotic battle, none of the King's guards survived. They were skilled, but they were too few in numbers.

Numerous corpses piled up in the residence, and the floor was red with blood.

The men from Skyarch Palace were not idle. After dealing with the guards, they hurriedly made their way further inside the residence.

When Lyndon heard the footsteps approach, he had a bad premonition. The place was tightly guarded, and the average person should not be able to enter. In addition, the rapid footsteps he heard did not sound like those of the King's guards.

That left only one possibility—the enemy had invaded the residence!

Lyndon was confused, though. Who would have the ability to do so? It was obvious that the opposing forces had been planning this for a long time.

He was the chief commander of the King's guards, but all of them had died in West Aridlands. His army was not reconstructed yet, so he was the only one left.

He realized that this incident would be the most perilous one he had encountered ever since he began serving the King. If the guards in the King's residence had all been killed, he was the only one who could protect the King.

At that thought, Lyndon picked up a machine gun and stood guard outside the King's room. He must protect the King and ensure that His Majesty was safe no matter what. Even if the enemy fighters were all experts, they would be incomparably weak in front of bullets.

In an instant, the martial artists in Skyarch Palace rushed forward. Upon seeing the huge mob of people, Lyndon did not hesitate at all and fired immediately. He killed those people who had dashed forward before they could even react.

They were all extremely powerful eternal grandmasters, but they were helpless against bullets that came at them all of a sudden. They were only human, after all.

Lyndon fired the machine gun again and again until it was about to smoke, causing more men from Skyarch Palace to fall. Lyndon was alone in his efforts, but the enemy could do nothing against him.

Some of them could dodge the bullets, of course. Some others picked up weapons and fired back at Lyndon.

Just as Lyndon was engaged in this heated battle, his machine gun ran out of bullets. When the men from Skyarch Palace noticed that, they rushed forward instantly. Helpless, Lyndon could only set the gun down and pick up a knife from beside him before charging into the fray.

Metallic glints of light flashed by as Lyndon engaged in battle with those men. He was an innate grandmaster who was quite powerful himself, but when faced with so many enemies, he found it difficult to maintain his short-lived advantage in battle after a few rounds.

Right at that moment, an old man hit Lyndon's back with his palm. Lyndon felt a chill go down his back as a powerful force hit him with a muted thud.

Lyndon stumbled a few steps forward, almost collapsing to the floor. His face stiffened before he spat out a glob of blood.

He then felt his organs roiling in his body. He had only been hit once by the enemy. From this, one could see how powerful the man who had hit him was.

Noticing that Lyndon was at his limit, the men from Skyarch Palace were not hasty in taking action. Lyndon looked back at the old man, asking, "Who are you?"

"You aren't worthy of hearing my name, young man. You just need to know that you're about to die in a few days!" the old man said. He was also a martial artist, and his name was Jett Dunn.

"You invaded the King's residence at night. What are you after?" Lyndon asked.

"You're not that bright, are you, young man? We want to capture the King, of course!" Jett said in disdain.