Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang.

Chapter 614 Assassination
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am your emperor, the ruler of Loen, East Balam, and the Rorsted Archipelago, George Augustus III."

Such voices were transmitted to the ears of all listeners through the loudspeakers installed in various cities. Although many people had known that the king's speech would be very special, they had never heard his voice in person. For a moment, they were so surprised that they forgot to discuss it. Only the words of the ruler of Loen echoed in their ears.

Backlund West District, Memorial Day Square.

Audrey Hall stood with her family, next to the Countess. This noble girl had a little worry on her face. For some reason, she always had a vague premonition that something would happen today.

Audrey didn't know what it was, it was just a strange and abrupt intuition, Mrs. Hall noticed the sadness on her daughter's face and gently patted the back of Audrey's hand. Audrey nodded to her mother, indicating that nothing was wrong, so they continued to listen to George III's statement full of mourning and sadness.

This was a big day, but Audrey wore a pure black dress similar to her mother's today, instead of the brightly colored dresses she usually preferred, and she didn't even wear a single piece of jewelry.

Earl Hall had told his family long ago - in fact, all the nobles who knew about the speech had done the same thing - at this juncture, their beloved king was about to make a solemn and heavy speech. He wanted to appease the people, and the content of the speech naturally had to involve the warriors who died in the war. Too bright and luxurious costumes would not fit the atmosphere.

So most of the people standing in the square at this moment were dressed in low-key black, as if they were attending a funeral, which made George III in his gorgeous clothes particularly conspicuous.

A spotted gray pigeon flapped its wings and landed on the roof of a nearby building, staring at the solemn king below, clearly observing his every move.

George III's voice echoed across the country he ruled:
"Let us observe a moment of silence for our heroes. Ladies and gentlemen, please repeat after me in your hearts..."

"In the name of Emperor George III, may the spirits of the fallen ..."

At the same time, near another square in Backlund.

The moment he heard these words, Fors injected his spirituality into the spell in his hand and threw it into the air with force.

"Boom-bang!"

A wide and frightening fireworks rose from the top of the tower near the square, making a loud noise that confused the crowd. The shadow of the air raid by Feysac hovered in the hearts of these people. Someone screamed, and the crowd in the square immediately began to rush to the street and dispersed in a chaotic manner.

There was a boy in the crowd with an indifferent expression. He was pushed toward the street by the crowd, but he glanced in the direction of the tower.

Another middle-aged man with a mediocre face and a beard frowned in confusion, but he followed the guidance of his spiritual intuition and did not meddle in other people's business. Instead, he quickly left the square.

The instigator did not stop at all. After consuming a large amount of spiritual energy, she immediately activated another spell. This movement was far beyond Fors's imagination. She even thought that what she ignited was not fireworks, but some kind of huge bomb.

In a burst of starlight, he merged into the spirit world. Fors's nervous and confused face was teleported away and disappeared from the top of the tower, avoiding the pursuers who followed closely.

Well, at least Mr. World took that into consideration and told me to run away…

She sighed deeply in her heart, feeling guilty for bringing such chaos to the square.

This place was still some distance from the actual site of the speech, Remembrance Day Square, and was just a discordant interlude. George III's speech did not stop, and continued to be transmitted from the strange device, as if he was not aware of it at all - until another strange sound sounded from the air again.

The moment she saw the fireworks signal, the other lady also realized that this was the signal for action, but she also felt that the scene was too exaggerated.

But this did not affect Xio's decisiveness. She infused her spirituality into the talisman in her hand. In an instant, an object transformed from a phantom into a solid entity and fell heavily into her palm.

The corresponding usage instructions were also transmitted to Xio's mind when the object was formed, as if she was very familiar with the object, so familiar that she knew what to do without much thought - Xio lay on the ground, placed its stand firmly on the edge, and half-squinted her eyes at the strange long tube.

The very distant scene at the other end was also clearly presented in front of Xio's eyes. She gritted her teeth and pointed this strange "gun" that she had never seen before at the king whose photo everyone had seen in the newspaper.

The two neatly trimmed mustaches were trembling slightly as he spoke. His voice was sad and heavy, but it did not fall into Xio's ears:

"In the name of Emperor George III, may the souls of the fallen heroes rest in peace and may they be eternally blessed in their own land of faith."

People all over the country were grieving over the previous speech, and now they lowered their heads following George III's low voice, and were about to silently recite the words along with the king.

She looked very calm. Even though she had been protected by Mr. Fool before carrying out these actions, Xio had already prepared herself mentally for death. She could be discovered by anyone at any time.

Xio just felt a little regretful. Her relatives and friends might be sad about her disappearance, and she didn't want anyone to shed tears because of her disappearance.

But she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

The king standing on the podium also bowed his head. George III was mourning with his people.

At this moment, Xio pulled the trigger in front of his finger.

A piercing scream flew down from the top of the clock tower. The weapon came from outside the long historical time. Even if it was essentially a projection of history, its attack power had nothing to do with extraordinary elements. It rushed from the other end of a long distance and exerted its due power.

The sniper rifle, which was not supposed to exist in Loen, hit its target in this square.

The small-scale bombardment shattered George III's figure. The explosion caused by the impact, along with the destruction of the source of the broadcast, was transmitted to the entire Loen - everyone heard it.

This doesn't sound like a normal situation, and there are some people who happen to be witnesses of this scene.

At the Memorial Day Square, the crowd listening to the speech was silent for a few seconds, and then a lady or young lady let out a scream of fear.

This was like a prelude. I don't know who was the first to shout out in fear: "The king is dead! The king is dead!"