Chapter 744: Chapter 463 Descendants of Light
The attack ca so suddenly, from the warning of his spiritual intuition to the onset of the ambush, it all happened in less than a second, indicating that the enemy must have preditated this strike and sohow shielded their approach from mystical detection.
Even with Chen Lun’s status and max-level spiritual intuition, his perception was greatly diminished.
In his urgency, he knew what he had to prioritize at this mont was ensuring the prince’s safety. Hence, he lifted his windbreaker like a black steel curtain, blocking the shattered wood chips, tal fragnts, and the powerful shockwave that surrounded them.
Thump, thump, thump…
The dull sounds continued uninterrupted.
But just when Chen Lun was about to reach out and grab the prince’s arm to use instantaneous movent to escape with him, a dazzling golden light exploded, and with its formidable thrust and high temperature, it blew him away in an instant!
Hiss…
Chen Lun planted his silver staff into the ground, trying his best to maintain his balance, yet he was still pushed back by the shockwave, sliding dozens of ters.
Smokey wisps rose from his body, causing his eyebrows to furrow. Fortunately, he possessed Hell Resistance, which offered a strong immunity to high temperatures, thankfully preventing any injury.
Looking up, Chen Lun couldn’t help but be taken aback.
On the road beside Fire Pattern Plaza, chaos reigned. The crowd and passing carriages hurriedly diverged to escape, and many of the Empire’s guardians that patrolled nearby rushed to the scene upon hearing the commotion.
In the empty space in the middle of the road, the charred wreckage of a carriage and the carcasses of four horses burned fiercely. Prince Dazlert stood there calmly, encircled by five towering figures clad in golden armor.
At the top of these five individuals’ helts were decorations made of half a ter long, unknown avian white feathers, and their white capes fluttered loudly, emblazoned with the royal sun-faced symbol. Each held a blinding long sword composed of light, and their presence exuded a terrifying aura at all tis.
‘Mythical strength… these are five Sun Saints!’
Chen Lun inwardly exclaid in shock.
He was aware that there must be powerful protectors around the prince, yet he had never expected there to be five Saints… With such a terrifying level of protection, who in Royal City would be capable of killing him?
Those confronting the prince were a group of n and won dressed in cheap hemp clothes. In total, there were twelve of them, each riddled with light spots and wearing expressions of grave seriousness and hatred.
‘These assassins are all Sequence Five Transcendents, “Sons of Light” from the Solar System.’
Chen Lun’s gaze intensified.
Through the investigation of Peek Life, he imdiately understood the information about these people.
At the sa ti, he noticed that on the back of each assassin’s right hand, there appeared to be a tattoo of a black sun branding.
‘That pattern is the identity symbol of the “Descendants of Light” from the Land of Matthaios… These people all co from the underworld, and they are all mbers of the Solar Cross Society!’
Chen Lun recalled the intelligence he had received from Queen Caplan and instantly connected the dots.
As he pondered the purpose behind these people’s plot to attack the prince, the battle suddenly comnced with the sound of a pristine clang, and a wave of heat struck his face.
Boom!
One of the high knights guarding the prince transford into a flash of golden light, abruptly crossing to the assailants’ side, and delivered a direct strike with his sword.
The sword’s blow was terrifyingly powerful, akin to a force capable of toppling mountains. As the golden light sword swept through, it let out a piercing screech, igniting the air and creating a circle of fearso firewaves.
At the sa ti, the surroundings began to distort and ripple as if the scene was overlaid with a layer of blue frosted glass, becoming hazy and unclear… This was due to another high knight by the prince’s side, who raised his hand and emitted a murky light, dragging the battlefield into the shallow plane of the Spirit World.
Hum!!
The firewaves spread like ripples from a rock dropped into a lake, one wave after another, even overlapping in layers, sweeping past the bodies of several assassins in an instant.
Their expressions turned to horror, wanting to use their sequence ability to transform into light and avoid it, but the firewaves had already engulfed them. Four assassins were instantly reduced to ashes within the flas, not even having the chance to scream.
The surviving assassins, seeing their fate sealed, decided to make a desperate final stand… eight n and won spread their arms wide, slightly tilted their heads back, faces filled with fanatical yet sowhat tragic fervor.
“Dazlert Tresor! In your quest for favor from the Sun King, you betrayed your own brother. Now you act recklessly, conducting a series of inhumane human experints in the occupied territories, all to fulfill the so-called ‘Light Seed Project’… The Sun Empire, and the entire continent, will relive the ‘Sinkhole Cataclysm’ of four thousand years ago, plunging into a dark age because of you!” one of the Descendants of Light yelled hysterically.
Hum, hum, hum…
Their bodies began to radiate with bright luminescence.
“Proud Sun!”
“Proud Sun!!”
They shouted, beams of light descending from the heavens, enveloping Prince Dazlert and the five high knights in their radiance.
The beams contained terrifying high-temperature energy that seed capable of purifying all sins and evils from flesh to soul.
“Blinded by desire and ignorance, how could you sinners comprehend my grand ambition…”
The prince maintained his composure as countless light pillars fell from the sky.
He stood there, hands behind his back, unperturbed.
“A re flicker of light, presuming to slay the Sun.”
One of the high knights clad in golden armor spoke indifferently.
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