THE LORD OF THE OTHER WORLD

Chapter 17: Seizure of the Kingdom

A loud bang was heard followed by the door of the large hall that opened as it shattered. Scraps of debris shot out in all directions, forcing several powerful figures to move to block the attack from reaching and injuring the king who was sitting on the throne. They are experts who are loyal to the side of the kingdom and think that protecting the crowned man is an obligation.

They really can't tell which ones are good and which ones are bad. Although they already knew that the king who occupied the throne today was a despicable figure for overthrowing the previous king in a dirty way, but they still supported him. In their eyes, King Adamson was a favorable king in their eyes, not caring about what he had done in the past to gain his present position.

Turning to the sight of a man dressed in all white, still standing beside the king with his calm face. The man closed his eyes as if he had not been distracted by what had just happened. It was in stark contrast to the king who currently seemed to be trembling and scared to death.

"Fuck up! How dare they destroy my aura! Why would the soldiers outside let these bastards in! Why are you guys still quiet! Quickly kill them all and hang their heads in front of the gate!" the king said with a look at his ugly face.

The king cried out as if he were undaunted and afraid, but he could not hide it from the sight of others because he himself displayed his demeanor as one who had lost his sanity.

"King, please calm down. Taking care of these traitors is not difficult, leave it to us." A purple-robed woman turned around, then smiled forcefully as she tried to appease the king. Next he again took a standby position with a small wooden stick in his grasp.

In the hall were all faces looking so anxious, looking forward to what kind of figure would come from the outside of the room. Even the enlightened looking man beside the king subconsciously wiped off the sweat, then his face turned pale and slowly opened his eyes.

"Prepare, the darkness has come" he said in a riled tone.

As the messenger of the holy temple thought. Several figures from the outside appeared and immediately walked in, followed by surges of aura that brought fear to the soldiers who were on the king's side.

One of them advanced, it was the smallest of their group. Behind the black cloak and hood, the little girl ventured before finally speaking out to the king.

"King Adamson! As the daughter of a legitimate descendant, I hereby declare you as a traitor of the kingdom! Surrender and accept your punishment!"

"Who are you! How dare he speak like that to the king!" said one of the adventurers with red plans.

Zahard smiled, then opened the hood of his robe.

"Princess Zahard has returned," said the girl in a stern tone.

"No way! He's lying! Princess Zahard should have died with Queen Carsey! He's a con man! Catch her!" The king became so emotional and told the guards to go catch Zahard.

"Don't listen to him! You fucking girl! Finish him off now! Whoever can take the boy's head, I'll give him three boxes of crates filled with gold!" said the king.

Neither the soldiers nor the adventurers were any of them who were not tempted as soon as they listened to the gifts offered by the king.

"Go away, I'll get it! Don't you guys get in my way!" said one of the adventurers who bears the title of the strongest assassin in the kingdom. He darted quickly away from the group, towards where Zahard was while crossing his two sharp scythe.

"You have to get out of the way, all those gold crates are mine!"

The sound of impact was created when a punch floated up and struck the assassin's scythe. At that moment a heavy fighter appeared. The man chuckled in satisfaction when he realized the assassin was blown away by his punch.

"Dead you!"

The big-bodied adventurer also returned to his fist with great destructive power, it was directly aimed towards Zahard's head. The powerful pounding of the hand made the air around forcing the soldiers who were intending to approach into undoing his intentions. The soldiers had difficulty standing on the spot as the air pressure forced them to retreat step by step.

The next momentum made silence for a while. Because a woman appeared from behind Zahard and immediately blocked the fighter's attack with just one of his hands. The figure from inside the robe easily stopped the fist of the strongest fighter whose incident was one of the red-planned adventurers. Very unexpectedly, the mysterious figure even forced the hot-blooded man to be wary and hurriedly retreated to widen the distance between the two.

"How could he stop Taratra's strongest attack with just one hand! Who is the monster behind the cloak!" The assassin who had just been watching from the side could not help but be surprised. Previously he had bounced around after blocking a small attack from his comrade, but that mysterious figure how could blocking Taratra's strongest attack be as easy as flipping a palm?

Taratra is a nickname belonging to a male fighter who is currently still immersed in his thoughts, trying to digest what just happened. He was still in shock and could not believe that he had just sensed such a dark killing intent coming from the figure. It was like meeting a death angel!

"You two stop messing around, don't underestimate the opponent in front of you. Think about it carefully, they were very confident of barging into this place, it proved that they had some ability! We have to work together in a team, if we want to win this battle."

"True what Aletta said, we should work together to defeat them. We must not be reckless or life at stake" said a man with a paladin storm, at that moment he decided to act and lift his great sword and shield. Next the handsome man ran towards the front line instructing one of his teammates at the back, "Merikh, give me an extra defensive buff!"

"Alright, I'll start chanting." Supporters of the adventurer group also responded while stomping the staff stick, followed by a green light that began to billow on the top side of the stick. Next the woman cast her spell towards the paladin. It was basically an intermediate level magic, it could provide an additional layer of defense to the targeted object.