The Almighty Lord Caspian novel Chapter 818

Many Estryan ships appeared out at sea. They lay in wait, seemingly harboring certain intentions.

Keith, the Champion of East Aridlands, reported the existence of those enemy ships to Caspian immediately. Caspian was not surprised at all. It seemed that he had already anticipated it.

"Deal with them immediately. We can't sit and wait for them to attack us!" Caspian said.

"That's an impressive fleet which should not be underestimated, Lord Caspian. Isn't it dangerous if we engage in confrontation with the enemy now?" Keith said in worry.

"They're just helping Jason, so they probably won't attack us directly. Just do as I say," Caspian said.

He had anticipated that other forces would try to take advantage of their situation, as this was not the first time this had happened.

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Many martial artists honed their techniques on Mount Caelum, the most dangerous and steepest mountain in Diatoran. It was rumored that some had achieved immortality here, but no one had met those who had reportedly succeeded in doing so.

A man wearing training clothes came out from a cave atop the mountain. He looked up at the expansive sky and said vindictively, "Caspian Lynch, I, Darren Everett, have reached a whole new level! You'll surely meet your demise!"

Darren leaped down from the top of the mountain, weaving between cliffs and mountain walls as if he were flying.

Darren had finally mastered the Black Moon Technique after practicing in seclusion for half a month. He had also become a grandmaster.

He was confident that he could defeat Caspian!

Darren had no idea about the massive changes that had happened to Diatoran. He planned to kill Caspian and curry Jerry's favor so as to heighten his status in Skyarch Palace.

Darren wrapped his blade named Black Moon up and walked over to the foot of the mountain, where he hailed a taxi.

"Ah, you look striking, sir. Are you training in the mountains or something?" The taxi driver laughed at Darren.

"The airport," Darren said coldly.

"You have an imposing air around you, sir. Are you a martial artist secluded in the mountains? You seem powerful, but you also look a bit disheveled. It's been a long time since you last took a shower, hasn't it?"

The driver scrutinized Darren again. He suddenly had the feeling that something was not right. Why would this middle-aged man dress up as a traditional martial artist in the middle of nowhere? Could he possibly have a developmental problem?

"I just remembered that I have to fill up the car with gas. Maybe you should get another taxi?" The driver hastily found an excuse.

Darren gave the driver a sharp look, which startled him. He felt like Darren would surely give him a nasty beating if he refused to drive Darren to the airport.

He grimaced awkwardly. "It's fine, there are gas stations everywhere anyway. I'll refuel the tank when we run short."

"Is Jerry Andrews the King of Diatoran now?" Darren asked.

A lot of things must have happened when he had been secluded in the mountains. Darren guessed that Jerry would be the King by now.

"Huh? Were you secluded from the outside world? Jerry is in prison now, and Kelvin exploded into dust. The Andrews family was completely busted."

"What? Kelvin died in an explosion?" Darren asked in shock.

"Yes, sir. I didn't expect you to not have the slightest idea. The airport is still undergoing repairs, so we'll have to take a detour."

The driver unlocked his phone. He also glanced at the wanted notices put up by the authorities of Diatoran while at it.