神奇影院

Chapter 883 - An Unwilling Opponent

Without wasting any more time, everyone quickly launched attacks on one another.

Bonivier, who was closest to Duke Osias, attacked the old geezer fiercely while Duke Bulkington took on Joffrey.

Likewise, Ulrich and Winston were on each other’s throats while Eldora hid behind her shields and hastily took out an arrow to hit anyone she could.

Of course, their men just fought anyone who wasn’t on their team.

The whole place became too cramped up and was as busy as a marketplace.

So it was even more challenging for Eldora to ensure that she successfully shot Ulrich or anyone else.

Nonetheless, she refused to give up!

Since she wasn’t able to wield a sword during this short period, she chose archery instead.

And even though she wasn’t a pro, she felt that she could still hit her target, provided she was somewhat close enough.

The battle was on.

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Killing intent flashed within Ulrich’s eyes as he twisted his body abruptly, avoiding the blade that aimed at his neck.

Slash.

The blade pierced the enemy behind him instead, which made Winston grow mad when he realized that he had killed his own person.

Dammit!

This was a loss of battle power.

With rage-filled eye’s Winston’s attacks grew even fiercer than before.

Ting Ting Ting Ting.

The sounds of their stores clashing at an incredible speed echoed through their ears.

None wanted to give each other resting time or breathing space.

But the drawback of this was that because they were wasting too much energy, they had to kill each other fast before their arms became sore.

But did Winston care?

Nope!

Right now, he felt a burst of energy within him that came from his rage.

At times, the human body might not realize that it was in pain because it faced a difficult situation.

When running from a bear attack, some people might not even realize that they were scarred by trees and twigs until they successfully escaped.

Likewise, the intense situation didn’t make Winston feel any muscle fatigue or pain.

Right now, he was most concerned with obliterating this broker of his and seizing the crown.

Ting Ting Ting.

"Hahhahahahahahhahahahahah!

Brother, judging from your fighting style, it looks like you’ve been overpowered by me.

Yes, that’s right!

I, the one you looked down on, was able to give you so much pressure."

Ulrich looked at the fool and didn’t even bother speaking.

Why speak and waste more energy?

This is why he was always better than this hit-headed brother of his.

He felt like under Winston’s rule, the empire might disappear within the next 5 years.

Not that he cared about the people, but he wouldn’t allow anyone to destroy his military power.

To Ulrich, everyone and everything within the empire belonged to him.

So he didn’t like the idea of people misusing his properties.

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And while these brothers fought, Duke Bulkington and Joffrey were immersed in their own world too.

Ting.

Both leaned close to each other while struggling to push the other back with their swords.

"Nephew.

It’s best you give up now because there’s no way that you can beat me."

"Old man, has anyone ever told you that you have bad breath?

Can you please close our mouth?"

"Why you---"

Before Duke Bulkington finished speaking, Joffrey knocked his head hard against his.

Bam.

Clop.

Bulkington bit his tongue hard in the process, making his entire mouth bloody.

F***!

He was fuming mad.

Did no one respect him anymore?

Since when did these little frogs look down on him?

Joffrey smirked playfully at the jumping buffoon.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Bulkington angrily came at Joffrey again, attempting to slice the bastard into half.

But just before he could land his attack, Joffrey took out a tiny dagger.

He used his sword to block the attack with one hand and quickly sent the dagger straight into Bulkington’s throat.

Ptchu.

Bulkington subconsciously grabbed his neck in confusion, despair and unwillingness.

Why?

Why did it turn out like this?

How could he lose?

Sprshhhh.

Blood gushed out of his neck like a fountain, dyeing Joffrey’s fair complexion.

Joffrey licked the blood off his lips in satisfaction while staring at his unwilling uncle, who still struggled to kill him.

He calmly dodged the old geezer’s weak attack and bent down to pick his sword.

That’s right.

Earlier on when he blocked the geezer’s attack, he used one hand to do so, which wasn’t enough to hold against the geezer’s fierce attack.

So it knocked his sword out of his hand.

Lucky, he moved quickly and sent his danger straight into the geezer’s throat.

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Bam.

Bulkington fell on his knees while struggling to gasp for air.

After getting stabbed, he struggled to take down this nephew of his at least so that they would die together.

Sadly, he failed.

And now, the majority of strength had disappeared.

No!

He didn’t want to die.

More still, he was sure that these bastards wouldn’t even properly bury him.

With no sin-eater, no horse, and no rituals, didn’t this mean that he would spend at least 100,000 years slowly walking on the like of souls?

Wasn’t this akin to dying like a common slave?

No, he was unwilling.

More still, what about everything that he has worked hard for?

Will it just be swallowed by these brats?

Duke Bulkington’s breathing grew heavier as he struggled to distance himself from Joffrey.

But what could a dying man do?

Joffrey spared no time as he hastily got his sword and prepared to slice the geezer’s head off

"Uncle, when you die, say hello to father for me."

Slash.

Pap-pap-pap-pap.

The head bounced on the ground for a bit before stopping to reveal an alarmed Duke Bulkington.

He died with his eyes wide open.

"Duke!"

Bulkington’s men watched everything in horror.

They weren’t able to do anything because they were also fighting more and more enemies as well.

They fought some of Winston’s men, Ulrich’s and so on.

So their hands were just too full.

But seeing the situation, they knew that they had to find a way to escape from here and quickly flee the capital with their families.

Their pillar of support was dead.

So what else could they do?

Now, they struggled to leave the building as fast as they could.

But how could it be that easy when they were so swamped?

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Ulrich and the rest secretly smiled when they heard the screams across the room.

Good.

One down, 6 more to go.