Alien Knights

"Leoric, you madman! Look what you've done?!"

After a brief shock, someone in the audience finally came to their senses.

They suddenly realized that even though Leoric still retained his majesty and aura, he was just a dying old man.

Several holy acropolis nobles picked up scattered weapons from the ground, stood under the steps, and confronted their former king.

Leoric leaned on his sword and stood at the top of the steps of the throne. With his eyes wide open, he glared at the people in front of him angrily. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "A group of traitors who have long forgotten their favor!"

Sinclair stood at the back, frowning at the farce-like scene, turned his face sideways, and winked at his cronies in the crowd.

A moment later, someone shouted: "Get rid of this tyrant!"

The echoing voices suddenly came and went.

"Kill this murderer!"

"The fellow is nothing but an old man! Nothing to be afraid of!"

"The radiance of the Heavenly Father blesses the Holy Acropolis!"

Quietly away from these angry thugs, Todd stood in a remote corner, set his sights on the astrologer beside Leoric, and quietly waited for the subsequent development of the situation.

To his disappointment, the gray-robed astrologer finally moved, and he knocked the oak stick in his hand to the ground forcefully.

Suddenly, countless white silk threads hung down from the roof of the hall, and countless light green balloons fell into the crowd along the silk threads. These spherical objects hit the ground and exploded one after another, emitting a large amount of smoke-like spores.

"Damn! What are these?!"

People shouted in panic, and those who were closer to the gate wanted to run out of the weird smoke immediately, but soon, they found that their whole bodies began to paralyze, and their legs and feet couldn't move.

A large number of people fell to the ground, unable to move even a little finger, and howling and cursing were endless.

A few minutes later, the "smoke" was gradually blown away by the strong wind blowing in from outside the hall, and the people lying on the ground finally saw the scene in front of them clearly.

Holding a sharp sword stained with blood, Leoric slowly walked down the steps of the throne. At some point behind him, five men in gray robes of different heights appeared, watching the mess in the hall motionlessly.

Someone started calling for help loudly, hoping that the surrounding soldiers could hear the sound and come to the rescue.

But to their disappointment, the guards near the palace were all driven out of the palace gate, and the king's palace was too far away from the palace gate. The most troublesome thing is that it is raining heavily outside now, and there are thunder and lightning, not to mention human voices, even the sound of beating gongs and drums may not be able to travel very far.

Leoric, who was interested in watching everyone's ugliness, approached the people who were prostrate at his feet, and while kicking these nobles who had just been invincible, he looked around to find his target.

After watching for a while, Leoric's eyes suddenly lit up.

He stepped over the scattered bodies on the ground, ignored the wailing and begging for mercy, and came straight to a young man who was desperately trying to crawl out.

"Matide, my dear son, where are you going?" Leoric knelt down, patted the opponent's pale cheek with the blade of his sword, and said with a big smile, "Even the blind can see your colorful costume."

The man in the middle of the five gray-robed men whispered to his companions, "Seventeen, go and take Matide away."

Seeing his son being picked up by the gray-robed man and taken away from the hall, Leoric, holding a sharp sword, continued to search among the crowd.

After a while, he found Sinclair, who was desperately hiding, behind a pillar.

Seeing his father walking towards him with a long sword in hand, Sinclair at this moment has long lost his usual composure and composure.

"What do you want to do?! Don't come here! Don't come here!" Sinclair couldn't move, his eyes were full of panic and uneasiness, he twisted his neck strenuously, looking for anyone who might save him.

Leoric grabbed his chin, forced him to look at him, and whispered cruelly: "I originally thought that you were the child I was most proud of, but in the end, it turns out that you are my deadliest enemy!"

Big drops of sweat rolled down Sinclair's forehead, and his voice kept trembling: "Father, please listen to my explanation..."

Leoric didn't intend to listen to his arguments at all, and gestured towards the man in gray. Soon, Sinclair was also carried on their shoulders and led away from the hall.

The gray-robed man at the head, the astrologer holding the oak staff, saw that the two princes had been successfully controlled, so he said to Leoric, "It's time to leave here."

Leoric shook the blood stains on the sword, shook his head and said, "No, I still have a few debts to settle."

After saying this, he went straight to an elderly nobleman, stretched out his leg, and stamped on the nobleman's face with the upper of his shoe. His voice was like ice that would last forever: "Marquis Bakar, my most loyal supporter, an old comrade in arms who once fought side by side with me. I have always regarded you as my most trusted brother, and I always thought that you would always stand by my side...What I didn't expect was that the assassins I met during the tour were actually hired by you, and the poison in the meal was also from Your handwriting...you let me down!"

The Marquis of Bacal, who was stepped on by Leoric, roared angrily: "I have a whole family to feed! But you can't be the king of the Holy Acropolis forever!"

Leoric shook his head regretfully: "Short-sighted guy."

The long sword was raised high, and then chopped down heavily.

Accompanied by the sound of bone shattering, Marquis Bakar's head was separated from his body, and blood sprayed out from the fracture of the cervical spine, like an underground spring, spreading and smudged on the floor.

Leoric bent down, picked up the head of the Marquis from the ground with great difficulty, looked at the pair of eyes that were dying, and said softly: "Old man, if time can stay in the past and everything is just like the past... How wonderful it would be..."

Leoric scratched his head and smiled slightly: "It's all because of this damn old man, I can't go back, I can't go back to everything!"

While laughing, Leoric threw his head into the distance vigorously, causing everyone in the hall to exclamate and scream.

Seeing the head rolling on the ground and falling into the rain outside the temple, Leoric laughed lightly at first, then laughed loudly, and finally laughed wildly mixed with coughing and panting.

"Traitors! They are all traitors! There is no good thing!"

The king of the Holy Acropolis raised his long sword, his eyes were red, and he looked crazy, and began to slaughter the nobles in the palace recklessly.

People begged for forgiveness at the top of their lungs and shouted oaths, but these actions did not calm down Leoric's madness at all, but made him even more violent and began to slaughter.

The sharp long sword pierced the back of people's hearts, cut off the fragile throat, and inserted straight into the brain from the eye socket.

People who had no power to resist were deprived of their lives by the sharp sword in the king's hand one after another.

The weapon in Leoric's hand, after killing more than a dozen people, the curly blade became blunt, and he could no longer use it. He simply threw away the weapon blade, picked up a sharp sword from the ground at random, and continued the "carnival".

The massacre lasted for a full ten minutes, and the entire hall of the King's Palace was buried in blood and dead bodies.

Leoric, who was completely exhausted, fell into a pool of blood with disheveled hair, his face was abnormally flushed, his whole body was like a thread, and his life was hanging by a thread.

The gray-robed man at the head walked to Leoric's side, looked at the old man whose life was about to come to an end, and asked coldly: "Satisfied?"

Leoric moved his eyes, looked at the chain on the top of the oak staff, and said in a faint voice, "I don't want to die..."

The gray-robed man snorted coldly, squatted down, picked up Leoric, carried him on his shoulders, and walked towards the back door of the hall.