Sleeping Beauty Wants The Throne
62. Between Winning and Losing

Alastair would certainly not waste an opportunity. Using two swords at once, he nimbly slashed at his opponent just like slashing a small tree. In a matter of minutes, the room covered in white marble was immediately filled with blood like a stream. There were countless corpses, but their numbers seemed endless. Always come with a larger amount. But that doesn't mean Alastair lost his way.

Without Alastair knowing, those who have been killed can come back to life with the remaining body.

Evandre who witnessed this could only growl in anger. He desperately wanted to intervene, stabbing the Grand Duke as well as he could until the man became an unworthy carcass buried. Unfortunately Evandre could not do it because Alastair was too strong, definitely not his match. To that end, the crown prince could only expect the Authorists to eliminate the Brighton leader's man.

Knowing the enemy was endless, Alastair finally withdrew when he remembered the first few Troops. Alastair ran out of the room and what he saw inside, was not much different from what was happening outside.

The sound of clanking swords clashing together, the rancid smell of blood, corpses, and howling cries echoed everywhere. Alastair saw Ochonner standing in the top tower, he lit small fireworks as a code for Ochonner for the second army to come soon.

Before long, large fireworks twice adorned the sky of the palace filled with red liquid symbols. Indicates that the first troops need a lot of reinforcements.

Alastair drew back his poisoned sword as one of the Authoris approached with an axe in his right hand and roared like a monster. Their battle techniques could not be said to be weak either. Besides being strong, they are also good at using blunt objects to weaken enemies.

Strategies. Alastair expects tonight's strategy to go smoothly because the attacks of the Authoris are completely without calculation. Brutal and wild.

Love's. Alastair also hoped that the woman would always be safe.

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"The fireworks are lit!" Luz spoke as he watched sparks adorn the night. He turned and raised his sword into the sky. "For the southern troops, please attack through the east gate. Soon the elite troops of the Carter family will come to the aid. Remember, don't let your guard down. Victory will be ours!"

They each put their weapons together. Nodding, then within seconds the dust flew as their horses in unison ran towards the east gate. General Franklin was at the front, leading his army just as the strategy had already been explained.

Now Luz lives alone behind tall trees, lurking from a distance. The eagle given Alastair still faithfully perched on his shoulders, occasionally appearing to flap its wings haughtily. Luz reached into the sac. Take a paper and a pen and write something on it.

Open all gates. Just waiting for time, a large army will come to besiege.

"Ck, it's so complicated." Luz tied the letter into a scroll and tied it again with a rope at the eagle's feet. "Take this letter to Cornelius."

As if understanding, the eagle in an instant flew across the sky. From a distance, Luz can see him enter the palace through an open roof and lost swallowed by the building.

"If Cornelius has a chat app, I don't have to bother bringing an eagle."

The plan is Luz will come in along with the last troops, namely the third army. While waiting, Luz was still watching from afar. Calculate the possibility that occurs when he takes a new action. For example, recklessly enter alone without waiting for a third army that has not been seen his arrival.

Luz shook his head. Strategy will be ruined if it is impatient.

The clangs of iron weapons colliding with each other were clearly heard to the outside of the palace walls. In the sky, suddenly smoke billowed ripples from the blaring flames. From the origin of the smoke, the fire can certainly come from inside the palace. Damage to the building is certainly not a joke anymore. At the top of the tower, there was a scorch in some parts due to the fire. Not the entire building was burned, but somehow watching it made Luz more anxious.

Is Alastair okay?

Luz circulated a glance as he heard the rustling of iron sounding from a distance. His big smile slowly rose as he watched Carter's troops come to the aid of cooperating with the Northern general, a subordinate of the Duke of Lancess.

"I'm sorry if we're late, My Lady."

"Good!"

Luz finally entered the army that would attack through the south. Once the door was opened, the smell of iron rust could no longer be avoided. The soaring flames he had seen earlier turned out to be coming from here, right next to Ochonner who was busy burning the people of Authrine.

Luz goosebumps. In his entire life, he had never witnessed a human being being burned alive.

But strangely not howling in pain, people like monsters can still rise when his body is already engulfed in fire. There was not even the slightest sign of annoyance behind his hideous face. Luz and Ochonner could only be spared, between believe it or not, the enemy this time could hardly be killed in any way.

"Odyssey, run!" Ochonner shouted as two more Authors, each in his hand, carried a butcher knife. Two-on-one, Odyssey is certainly very worried about the condition of his brother.

"Run, hurry!" ochonner snapped again when he found out Luz wanted to help him.

Ochonner regrets. He should have banned his sister from joining. As powerful as it is, the Odyssey is a woman and even a strong man seems to have enough difficulty when faced with two enemies who have powers beyond common sense.

Not wanting to break Ochonner's concentration, Luz finally followed orders and ran away picking up a blood-soaked sword.

Bizarrely. Are the people of Authrine not human? They are very difficult to kill.

Luz ran erratically, trying to slip himself between the commotion. But unfortunately, it was in vain because the proof is that there are five Authoris who suddenly appear and pursue him just like a hunted animal.

Luz occasionally looked over his shoulder. His breathing was panting, shrinking even more as he heard the horrified howls of those who were chasing tirelessly. Unknowingly, his feet led into a passageway winding like a staircase without any illumination. Luz grew increasingly resigned as his body suddenly bounced downward, like a ball rolling on the bilyard table. Then enter a room that makes him dizzy because of stumbling hard objects.

Luz gets rid of the pain, trying hard so that his consciousness does not disappear even though the view has turned blurry. He turned around as his eyes cleared again. His lips opened when he saw the pile —resembling mount— luxury objects in the palace was put here. Includes a chandelier of gold, a jeweled golden chandelier, and also a frame.

Why are valuable things thrown away? Isn't that certainly very strange when combined with the nature of the crown prince. The man loved treasures, it was impossible for him to waste luxury items.

The screams of the Author are heard again. Luz returned to his consciousness, they were still chasing. While bouncing into this room, Luz accidentally dropped his sword until he did not know what to do.

In no less than ten seconds, the five Authors had already blocked right in front of the door. Just in front of the door, they did not dare to step foot in any further or drag Luz out. This certainly makes Luz more surprised.

On a whim, Luz finally ventured to pick up a curtain wand that happened to be made of real gold. He pointed the blunt object like a sword right in front of the faces of the five now frightened people.

"Five of you, give me a way or I'll stab you in the heart with this thing!"

Miraculously, the five people were obedient and allowed Luz to pass by. Unfortunately, Luz was not stupid. When they let their guard down, Luz actually did what he said just now. The woman stabbed right in the chest and in an instant they screamed in pain, died, and her body decayed like ash in the morning breeze.

Luz was relieved not to be a bitch. Without waiting for a long time, he again ran outside, towards Ochonner who looked tired from fighting four Authors who attacked him simultaneously.

Their defeat was not a sharp weapon.

The people of the Authoris hate gold.