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Chapter 669: 667 Kills_1

“Devil…”

Prince Lexie leaned against the door frame with one hand, covering his throat with the other, his gaze fixed on Colin.

“Am I the devil?” Colin sneered, “Why can’t it be God’s Favored?”

“God… Fav… ored?” Upon hearing these words, Prince Lexie’s face suddenly became complicated, as if he wanted to say something, but his trachea was severed. He was now unable to breathe and only relying on his powerful Holy Knight life force to keep from dying.

However, Colin was not prepared to keep rambling with him.

This man, once lauded as the “Shield of the Empire”, was just an arrogant fool in his eyes.

It was time for him to pay for his actions.

Although it seemed that Prince Lexie had lost his fighting power, Colin knew better than to risk his life. Who knew what kind of burst power these Holy Knights might have before their death.

So, on his command, the Blood slave Holy Warrior slowly pulled out the long sword that pierced his own heart, and then calmly walked towards Prince Lexie, unfazed.

The Holy Light on Prince Lexie flickered but quickly dimmed, suggesting that he indeed lost his combat power.

His eyes looked beyond the approaching Holy Warrior and fixed on Colin, struggling to speak:

“Don’t… try… to replace… St. Lorenzo… else, there will be… disaster…”

Colin coldly looked at Prince Lexie. He had thought that Lexie would beg for mercy, but was greeted with a warning instead.

Of course, he would not be threatened by a dying man.

The Holy Warrior Blood slave continued his advance, aiming his sword at Prince Lexie’s chest.

Shick!

The sword passed through the chest.

Colin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the next moment, dazzling Holy Light filled his vision.

A chill ran through Colin’s spine, but he couldn’t see anything.

Before he could react, a huge angel shadow suddenly appeared in the night sky, its sword plunging down like a bolt from the blue!

A strong sense of danger enveloped Colin, his heart seemed to be grabbed tightly by a giant hand, his boiling blood was furiously pumping in his body as if ready to burst his veins…

Boom!

The west wing of the castle collapsed instantly.

Among the ruins, Prince Lexie lifted his head again.

Golden blood gushed from his eyes, but he was still searching for something.

Only when he saw Colin pinned to the ground by the sword of light did Prince Lexie breathe a sigh of relief, closing his eyes contentedly.

His breathing gradually ceased.

The angel’s image in the sky also disappeared, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Colin, impaled on the ground by the light sword, slowly lifted his head. His face was particularly painful and distorted.

Shick!

A pair of enormous bat wings pierced through his skin, stretching out to the sides.

At this moment, Colin rapidly transformed into his True Blood Form.

The burning pain slightly subsided, but Colin vividly felt his life force slipping away.

In his panic, without any hesitation, he leaped onto Prince Lexie’s corpse, aimed for his neck, and bore his fangs.

“Glug… glug…”

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Boom!

The castle gate collapsed with a loud crash, and the hideous Orcs flooded in like a surge of water.

The battle tonight reached its most violent stage in this moment.

The fiercest warriors from the South Border and East Border roared as they met the onslaught of Orcs.

Duke St. Rands, clad in armor and wielding a Knight Sword, stood at the rear, observing the situation on the battlefield.

At first, he did not pay much attention to these Orcs. After all, their numbers were not substantial. They seemed to be a band of fleeing soldiers that fled from the Frontline to the rear. Their side had elite guards escorting the remains of the Emperor. Surely, they could handle these Orcs easily.

However, the events started to defy his expectations.

The Orcs who rushed into the castle were surprisingly formidable, suppressing the Humans right off the bat.

After careful observation, Duke St. Rands was shocked to find that all of the invading Orcs were Skull-shatterers!

So, this wasn’t a band of deserters running to the rear, but an extremely elite Orc tactical team!

What then, was their purpose for infiltrating deep into the heart of the radiant Empire?

Duke St. Rands had a sudden feeling that tonight’s attack might not be incidental.

This Orc team might have specifically targeted their party escorting the Emperor’s remains!

A decapitation strike?

Duke St. Rands felt a shiver in his heart, instantly dropping his previous casual demeanor, but he wasn’t too worried.

After all, the Humans still had a Holy Knight.

After the death of the Orc Emperor, when it comes to high-end combat power, Humans already possessed an overwhelming advantage.

This Orc team was certain to hit a snag.

However, seeing his guard team being defeated step by step, Duke St. Rands couldn’t help but draw his sword and enter the fray.

Clang!

The longsword blocked the giant axe slashing down. Duke St. Rands looked at the Orc, its eyes blazing with a strange red glow, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

However, his hands were relentless in their movement.

A dazzling burst of Holy Light erupted from his sword. A quick slacken and tightening of his grip already diverted the Orc’s giant axe, severing his wrist.

The Orc didn’t scream in pain as Duke St. Rands had anticipated. Its eyes didn’t even blink as it picked up the giant axe with its other hand and swung down again.

Clang—-

Duke St. Rands once again blocked the giant axe, and simultaneously delivered a side kick to the Orc’s knee, like a poisonous snake striking.

With a crunch, the right side of the Orc’s body lost support and it ended up on one knee on the ground.

But even with its right leg twisted into a terrible shape, it still wildly swung its giant axe, launching an attack at Duke St. Rands.

Bam!

Duke St. Rands swung his shield, and under the burst of Holy Light, he managed to collapse the entire face of the Orc.

Immediately after, he thrust his sword into the Orc’s chest and stirred with force.

But before he could take a breath, the Orc’s giant axe struck again.

Shuck!

Duke St. Rands dodged sideways and pivoted to shield strike, smashing the Orc’s head.

Only then, did the Orc finally became motionless.

Duke St. Rands looked at the dead Orc solemnly, filled with uncertainty.

He had participated in the Battle of Luwal Valley, and killed his fair share of Skull-shattering Orcs, but he had never encountered one with such relentless life-force and fighting spirit. It was simply terrifying.

Before Duke St. Rands could think further, a strong gust of wind came from behind him.

Duke St. Rands could only turn to face the attack.

But the more he fought, the more alarmed he became.

These Skull-shattering Orcs were indeed strange, no wonder they were dominating the battle against the Humans.

Duke St. Rands pushed back the Orc in front of him with a sword and roared at Count Nicoll behind him:

“These Orcs are not right, hurry up and call for reinforcements!”

Count Nicoll, realizing the battle was starting to tilt against the Humans, hurriedly turned to run back.

Now, the only option was to find Prince Lexie.

He must have slain Colin Angler by now, right?

But he hadn’t gone far when a luminous Angel figure rose into the dark night sky.

Then, a giant light sword fell from the sky, blasting the right wing of the castle into ruins.

Count Nicoll stopped in his tracks, his face filled with alarm.