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"Seize him!"
Chief Steward Zhen waved his hand, and hundreds of soldiers rushed forward, swords raised to strike White Shadow. He stood still, his hand leaving the hat brim and gesturing towards the charging soldiers with seemingly no force. Then, he casually put his hands behind his back, smiling at the old king on the throne.
Was it over?
It seemed so. The nearest fifty soldiers charged at him, swords raised with infinite killing intent, and then turned around to attack the other soldiers coming from behind!
"Clang, clang, clang!"
The scene changed so quickly it was unbelievable. The second wave of nearly a hundred soldiers was caught off guard by their own men turning against them! Surprisingly, the traitorous soldiers' combat strength seemed to have suddenly increased! Each one fought three at a time, gaining the upper hand. The hall turned into a bloody battlefield, and after a fierce fight, less than ten of the fifty soldiers fell, while nearly half of the two hundred soldiers from the second and third waves were downed!
"What's going on?! Chief Steward Zhen, do I have so many traitors among my soldiers?!"
In an instant, a third of the five hundred summoned soldiers were lost, which made the king, who had just felt a bit relieved, show fear again. The guests finally realized what was happening and panicked. But as they rushed to the doors, they found all exits sealed by an invisible magic wall, turning the hall into a hunting ground for beasts.
Despite the heavy bloodshed, not a drop stained White Shadow's clothes. He took off his hat and bowed elegantly to the king, saying, "Your Majesty, please don't doubt your soldiers' loyalty. They were just under my 'Soul Puppet' spell and became my death soldiers against their will. Also, I've said I'm not here to kill. I assure you, everyone lying here hasn't suffered a fatal wound. If you care for your soldiers, please come with me and let your medics immediately assist these suffering people."
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The forty-odd soldiers surrounding White Shadow were covered in blood, their eyes empty and expressionless, like soulless husks. Moans started to rise from the ground. Was it true that no one was fatally injured, as he claimed?
The king, sitting on the throne, didn't care whether the soldiers were willing or forced; he was gripped by fear.
"Quick! Royal Knights, protect me! Kill him, even cut him into a thousand pieces!"
At the king's command, thirty Royal Knights surrounded White Shadow. Sisko's left hand conjured an orange-red fireball, while his right hand sparked with electric fire, crackling loudly. These thirty elite knights of the royal city, even if White Shadow was strong, couldn't possibly handle thirty at once and remain so composed!
Indeed, White Shadow's strength might handle three or five, but not thirty. Yet, even knowing his odds, he remained relaxed. He lightly pressed down on his hat...
"Black Shadow, it's your turn."
White Shadow smiled...
The Royal Knights closed in on Black Shadow. Sisko, controlling the magic in his hands, shouted, "Your Majesty! Our soldiers are still in his control, so I think..."
"Don't think! Blast them all with powerful magic! You must protect me, your king!!!"
Edward, standing guard with his sword, was shocked, disbelievingly looking back at his father. Many knights also showed surprise, but what could they do? The king's orders were absolute, unchallengeable.
Sisko combined his palms, the electric sparks merging with the fireball, forming a high-temperature, electrified flame orb. Ten mage knights also gathered their power. Reluctantly following orders, they prepared to unleash their magic at White Shadow.
But just as they were about to strike, something incomprehensible happened! The magic in their hands vanished like vapor, the once destructive energy turning into thin air! Not just the magic dissipated, but the knights themselves were immobilized! They stared in disbelief at White Shadow, unable to speak, blink, or move. The thirty knights became statues, no longer a threat.
White Shadow seemed quite pleased with the situation. He tipped his hat, snapping his fingers lightly. The forty soldiers around him collapsed, unconscious. He bowed again to the king and elegantly approached.
"Father, run!!!"
A sword stabbed fiercely into White Shadow's body, but before the wielder could rejoice, White Shadow's figure slowly vanished... just an afterimage.
Sweat rolled down Edward's forehead, the heavy sword in his hand feeling unbearable. Fear crept up his spine, overwhelming his consciousness. Finally, his knees buckled, and he fell to the ground...
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