737 Who Did It?

"Everyone, advance while protecting his majesty King Micheal.

"Yes sir!" 

With that, the soldiers did their best to tackle the hurdles before them, while surrounding Micheal in a tight formation.

As the star of the show, how could they allow anything to happen to him?

They were now on the 3rd floor, and the battle was still as fierce as ever.

'Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!'

Scott swiftly rolled behind a pillar, leaving behind a thick trail of arrows from his enemies.

'Thup! Thup! Thup!'

"Gruuuuhhhh!

Captain, I've been hit." Said one of the warren officers who was now clenching his teeth hard.

After firing his shots, the soldier received an arrow on his right hand.

At least it wasn't in any fatal areas

Scott did several signals to the man, telling him to stay hidden and alert.

Of course, after this floor was cleared of all evildoers, Scott would keep the injured soldier on this floor along with several others.

That's how they had been doing it since they entered the building.

After clearing a floor, they'll leave a few there to guard all exits and be on high alert for those that tried to sneak away.

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The man pulled out the arrow painfully and quickly tore a strip of his singlet and wrapped it around his hands.

Now with Scott's guns reloaded, he quickly took out a tiny compact mirror and began estimating the locations of his enemies.

These mirrors might seem like things that ladies would use.

But they were a great help in the military.

And so the military had their own standardized compact mirrors for the soldiers.

One never knew when it would come in handy.

Scott leaned to the right corner of the pillar and swiftly took his shots.

They had to take out these archers if they wanted to advance any further.

Likewise, the rest of the soldiers thought the same too.

'Bang! Bang!'

"Ough!"

Several archers fell to their deaths.

And soon, the number of arrows sent flying had dropped down by 90%.

Scott signalled his men again and one of them threw a helmet from the many dead bodies around them.

The archers, whose nerves had been on a rampage.... all shot at the flying helmet instinctively.

'Thup! Thup! Thup! Thup! Thup!'

The soldiers on the other hand quickly took advantage of this distraction and shot the archers swiftly.

'Bang!'

With the archery team dead, the remaining swordsmen were all left to the mercy of these terrifying monsters.

Some proudly defended themselves, while others tried to escape.

But they were no match for the soldiers.

With that, Scott and his team advanced further.

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Nopline was boiling in anger and fear the more he looked outside the window.

He found that the entire palace was filled with smoke, but no fire.

Just looking at the damage level, it was definitely not caused by fire.

So what sort of evil magicians could produce smoke without fire?

Even black powder couldn't make this sort of damage level at all.

Nopline was very disturbed in his heart and let out a low mean.

He even began to wonder if it were people from his secret society that discreetly wanted to take him down.

But some, he pushed that idea out of his mind.

His 'brother's had never touched him since he became a prominent figure.

And having him dead would do no good, as he was currently the middle man in some operations between them and some other shrewd powerful foreign men.

In fact, his being alive was too beneficial to them.

So they as suspects were out of the question.

And even though Kamara and the rest had assumed it to be Astar since he had a strong likelihood for revenge, he thought otherwise.

How could Astar have this strength?

This sort of strength was far greater than his.

So there was no way that little brat would have more men and resources than him who had been here for ages.

This was definitely the work of someone else.

Nopline thought for a while, and soon... his eyes shone like stars.

Was it that commoner Landon Obley?

Nopline's eyes turned cold when he remembered all the things that bastard had done to him over the years.

From destroying his underground attractions to stealing all captured slaves in his training estates and even burning down his properties... this guy was hell-bent on destroying him.

If it was really him, then he wouldn't tell Kamara and the rest.

He wasn't a fool.

In moments like these, even loved ones could betray and turn on one another.

So the moment they know that their enemy was after him, they might switch their plan and even kill him just to appease this enemy.

Yes, he treasured his sister and he spoiled her silly.

But even he would sacrifice her for his life.

So what more of her who now had her son and lover here too?

Please!

She was a mother and would undoubtedly do anything for her son to live... even if it was at the expense of his life.

Thinking about it like that, Nopline dared not tell them his thoughts.

For now, he nodded his head and placed all blame on Astar.

Of course, Kamara and the rest didn't notice anything unusual with Nopline and continued following their plan strictly.

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As for Scott and his men, they finally made it to the last floor.

At this moment, all units within Scott's team had merged together since there was only one way from the 4th floor to the 5th floor.

Sure enough, there were 2 massive stairways on both sides of the 4th floor's main hall, that led to the 5th floor.

Once more, the soldiers were met with a massive swarm of guards again.

They fought hard and swiftly took out their enemies.

"All units spread out and march towards all assigned wings."

"Yes sir!"

With that, the soldiers did as they were told.

Be it the North wing, south wing, Southeast wing and so on... they did their best to cover as much ground as possible.

Coincidentally, Scott chose the wing that led to Kamara and the rest.

But after stepping into the long passageway for 

North Wing, they were taken aback.

What happens here?