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Chapter 339 Daenerys: The Angels Have Come to Save Us! (Bonus Chapter, Please Vote!)

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The news of Walker's betrayal was like a sharp, icy dagger piercing old Derry's heart.

But in less than a second, he adjusted his mindset.

He didn't have time to feel the biting cold.

The Queen, as well as the Prince and Princess, all need him!

Old Dai Rui's sharp eyes instantly turned piercing. He turned around abruptly, kicked open the cabin door, and prepared to have the captain turn around immediately, while he himself would fight to the death to protect the last bloodline of the Dragon Dynasty.

As soon as I rushed into the swaying corridor, I bumped into several servants carrying baskets and basins of water, who were running towards me in a panic.

"Lord Darryl! Something terrible has happened! Lord Erin—he's leading his guards and rushing towards the princess's cabin!" the head male servant shouted breathlessly.

Even the loyal Erin has betrayed us?

Old Dai Rui's heart sank. He wanted to say something, but his seasoned intuition made his scalp tingle.

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Not right.

Something's very wrong!

Although the servants looked terrified, there was no real anxiety in their eyes; instead, there was a hint of wolfish ferocity.

Their running posture may seem unsteady, but in reality, their lower body is stable, and they can exert force at any time.

Old Dai Rui paused, held his sword horizontally in front of his chest, and spoke in a low voice, but it sounded like a cold iron gate falling.

"stop."

The panic on the head servant's face instantly froze, turning into a ferocious expression.

He didn't say anything more, only letting out a short, low growl.

"kill!"

Before the words were even finished, several servants simultaneously lifted the cloth covering the basket, or directly pulled out miniature repeating crossbows and revolving muskets that were already cocked!

Buzzing—

Bang bang bang! Inside the narrow corridor, a dozen crossbow bolts, shimmering with a pale blue magical aura, transformed into a deadly swarm, sealing off all of Old Darryl's escape routes.

At the same time, the small revolver muskets began firing deadly lead bullets!

What a clever trick to lure the enemy into a trap!

"traitor!"

Old Dai Rui cursed angrily and advanced instead of retreating.

Suddenly, a milky-white energy shield erupted from the pendant beneath his simple leather armor, enveloping his entire body. At the same time, he drew his magical longsword.

It was no longer a simple swing of a longsword, but rather a dense, impenetrable silver light curtain that danced in front of him!

Ding ding ding!

Dozens of sharp, metallic crackling sounds erupted, scattering sparks everywhere.

If the crossbow bolts weren't accurately deflected or cleaved in two by the sword blade, the unavoidable arrows and projectiles would directly collide with his milky-white energy shield, producing a cacophony of cracking sounds, yet none of them could pierce his flesh.

However, the actions of these traitorous servants had already thwarted old Daryl.

His milky-white energy shield had noticeably dimmed, while his servants took out strange powder and scattered it, and some hurriedly changed magazines and magic crossbows.

While the servants were changing their quivers, old Daryl charged into the crowd like an enraged lion!

"Pfft!"

With a flash of sword light, the throat of the frontmost male servant was instantly pierced. Before the ferocity on his face could fade, his body went limp.

Old Dai Rui flicked his wrist, his longsword drawing a bloody arc, cleaving another maid, crossbow and all, in two as she attempted a sneak attack. Without even looking, he swung his elbow back, slamming it heavily into the temple of a third man. The man didn't even utter a sound before his head snapped down at an unnatural angle.

The whole process took only two breaths, and the corridor was soon filled with the strong smell of blood and the last maid lying limp on the ground.

She was so frightened that she trembled all over, and her crotch was wet and hot.

Old Daryl's sword tip was pressed against her throat, and hot blood dripped from the blade onto her face.

"Where are the Queen and the others? Where is Erin? And where are they?" Old Daryl's voice was devoid of warmth. "Give me a reason not to kill you!"

"In—in the aft cabin—he's in cahoots with Walker!" The maid screamed incoherently, tears streaming down her face. "We are loyal, we are loyal to the royal family, but Erin and Walker colluded to lure you into replacing the magic stones on the ship, and they used that opportunity to rebel, kidnapping His Highness and using him to threaten the loyal Lord Edmund!"

"Where is Edmund?"

"They killed—they killed Lord Edmund!"

Old Dai Rui's face twisted in rage: "Why did you cooperate with them?"

"Sir, we didn't want this either, but they're using the lives of the prince and princess to threaten us. If the princesses survive—they can be offered to the Storm Usurper in exchange for our lives!"

It turned out to be the case.

boom!

Old Dai Rui knocked the maid unconscious with a punch. Just as Old Dai Rui's killing intent was boiling and he was thinking about how to save the Queen and the two princes, an unprecedented sense of crisis came from his side and rear!

boom!

A deafening roar completely drowned out the sound of the storm outside.

That wasn't magic; it was some kind of purer, more savage explosion.

Without a second thought, Old Darryl, relying on his fighting instincts, twisted sharply to the side. A scorching 30mm caliber anti-magic bullet grazed just past his ear.

The demon-piercing bullet, accompanied by a fierce wind, destroyed Old Darryl's alchemical shield almost without any hindrance. If Old Darryl hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been blown to the head on the spot.

But after the Demon-Slaying Bullet destroyed his Allied Forces shield, the resulting explosion blasted a fist-sized hole in the wooden wall behind him, sending a large amount of debris flying!

A sharp splinter struck his arm, and the feeling of loss of control and stinging as the foreign object pierced his shoulder instantly flooded his brain.

Old Dai Rui grunted and staggered to the side where there was steel protection.

Turning my head to look at my left arm, I found several splinters stuck in it!

"Damn it!"

He stopped looking at his wound and instead stared fiercely at the dark corridor where the hand cannon had been fired.

He cautiously picked up a few crossbow bolts that had missed him from the ground, and muttered disdainfully, "You heartless bastard, traitor! Trash! You deserve to go to the seventh level of hell! Erin, come out here!"

"Heh heh, Sir Daryl —"

Gary flicked his wrist, and the crossbow bolts shot into the darkness like lightning!

clang!clang!clang!

Several dull metallic clanging sounds rang out, as if the impacts were not on flesh and blood, but on thick iron plates.

Along with the sound, a series of heavy, rhythmic footsteps approached from afar.

Thump—thump—thump—

Each step caused the ship's deck beneath their feet to groan under the unbearable weight.

Two enormous black figures slowly emerged from the darkness. They were completely encased in thick runic power armor, with intricate structures visible through the gaps in the armor, from which a faint light shone.

One of them was holding a strangely shaped metal weapon that was still emitting blue smoke.

Behind them were many, many more rebel crew members armed with various weapons!

On the visor of the lead armored figure with runes, red goggles lit up, and a slightly gruff voice echoed in the corridor.

"Sir William Darryl, sneak attacks are not a knight's honor!"

"Thorne, the kingdom has treated you well, why is this?"

"Lord Darryl, discretion is the better part of valor! The era of the Mad Dragon's rule is over, and the last Dragon Knight is dead. Your duty to protect them ends here. For the safety of the two princes and the Queen, surrender!"

"Duty? Surrender?" Old Dai Rui sneered, the sharp pain in his arm causing his facial muscles to twitch, but his eyes grew even more ferocious. "I'm afraid if I surrender, the princes will only have their heads left! I'll definitely twist the heads off these cowardly scumbags and use them as chamber pots!"

Seeing that the two people over there hadn't come out, he tore off a piece of his shirt while talking and quickly wrapped it around the wound several times, his movements as swift as if he were treating someone else's injury.

"Stubborn to the end," the leading knight Thorne commented, his visor fixed on the hiding old Darryl. He then straightened his weapon. "Sir Darryl! This is your final warning! Surrender or die!"

"Sir Thorne, let me try to persuade him first!"

"snort!"

"Master, the resistance on the other two ships has ended. The Mad Dragon Dynasty has fallen. For your sake, surrender!"

Arlin, clad in rune-infused power armor and wielding a greatsword, moved with a heavy gait that made the ship tremble.

"William Darryl, the new king admires your bravery. Surrender now, and you can still serve as the Iron Guard of the new kingdom. Don't go to the Devil's Sea in the north with the former queen and two little brats to feed the fish; it's not worth it."

Just then, a familiar yet venomous voice came from the darkness once again.

It was Arlin, wearing ill-fitting runic armor adorned with the noble insignia of the Darye.

After Erin emerged from the mutineers, his face showed not only unease but also a complex mix of emotions.

"Lord Darryl, did you hear that? Discretion is the better part of valor! I've already donned your runic armor; you're no longer at your strongest! Surrender now, and you may live!"

"Aelin, you came from a poor background, were discovered by the royal family, and became a knight's squire. Why do you surrender?"

"Sir Darryl, we're not fools! Why are we heading north into the Devil's Sea, a forbidden zone? It's a death trap! Nobody wants to die; nobody wants to live!"

Old Darryl's gaze swept past the two knights in rune armor, fixing fixedly on Erin, who had stolen his rune armor from behind. His voice was as cold as ice: "Eirin! Queen, where are the prince and princess?"

"The Queen was asleep just now, except for a minor accident. As for the two princes, they are doing very well!" Erin laughed smugly, then stepped aside to let them pass.

The two crew members behind him roughly pushed the two small figures forward.

A seven or eight-year-old boy, extremely handsome with silver-gold hair, was pressing his lips together, suppressing his fear. Although he maintained a royal demeanor, his purple eyes were filled with tears.

The other was an even younger girl, not even two years old, who was already crying loudly in fear, calling out incoherently, "Mommy, Mommy—"

Those cries of "Mom!" were like a red-hot iron awl, piercing deep into old Dai Rui's heart.

His breath hitched, and the boiling murderous aura emanating from him instantly vanished, replaced by a chilling stillness.

"Thorne, Erin, and my dear apprentice Sterling!" Old Darryl spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but clear to everyone present. "I swear again, if you dare to lay a finger on them, I will kill you all."

"Merge your souls into the realm of demons!"

"Haha, merging your soul into the demon realm?" Erin seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He grabbed the little princess by the hair, exposing her innocent face to everyone. "Old man, look carefully! Now it's time for you to think about how to survive! Put down your sword, kneel down and surrender! Otherwise, I can't guarantee my hand won't tremble!"

"Your Highness Viserys, Your Highness Daenerys! Shout! Shout as loudly as possible!!!"

The boy named Viserys's face stung from being pinched, but he forced himself not to cry.

The little princess, who was just over two years old, was pinched and cried her heart out in pain.

"Wow----"

"Lord Darryl, you—don't want the two princes to die on the spot right now, do you?" Erin's smile grew even more sinister.

"Surrender, Lord Gary!"

The corridor was deathly silent.

There was only the girl's crying and the ceaseless roar of the storm outside.

From the gaps in the three runic armors, light began to flicker. The knights clad in the armor now resembled wild beasts ready to devour their prey.

Their eyepieces were firmly locked on old Daryl, and they gradually began to prepare their attack stance, waiting for him to make his final choice.

Old Darryl glanced at the weeping princess from the side, then at the prince who was trying to hold back his tears, before finally looking back at the magic sword in his hand.

The sword was still bright, reflecting his weathered but fearless face.

Looking at himself, old Dai Rui's hand groped around his body, and then his fingertips touched a cold, smooth object.

The royal treasure was still in the pocket at his waist.

It was an ancient alchemical artifact capable of absorbing magic power and condensing it into magic essence stones.

With it, the fleet can sail for long periods in the devilish waters where magic is scarce.

It is hope, the foundation for survival in harsh environments.

On Old Dai Rui's withered face, the deathly expression cracked inch by inch, and a maniacal smile spread from the corner of his mouth.

He smiled.

Under the astonished gazes of Thorne, Sterling, and Erin, he leaned on his sword and, trembling, slowly straightened up.

He held the faintly glowing treasure high, as if displaying a rare and precious artifact.

"Old man, what's wrong with you?" Erin shouted sharply, but his eyes were fixed on the treasure, a glint of greed flashing across his face.

"OK."

Old Dai Rui's voice was hoarse, but it carried a resolute determination to go all out.

Thorne and Sterling immediately aimed their weapons at him, the joints of the runic armor making a faint clicking sound, and the hum of the energy core becoming rapid.

"If you release the prince and princess, I will give you this royal treasure—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

A sudden change has occurred!

A blinding azure lightning bolt appeared out of nowhere, accompanied by a suffocating pressure, and exploded in the very center of the confrontation!

The bright light made everyone instinctively close their eyes.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar, so heavy it made the entire ship groan, followed as a colossal object slammed onto the deck.

When everyone opened their eyes again, they were all stunned.

A giant, over three meters tall and clad in heavy, dark green power armor, descended like a god onto the ship's deck, leading to the narrow passageway.

He just stood there, and an invisible sense of oppression made the air feel thick and sticky.

Everyone looked at the other party with a mixture of fear and doubt.

The other party was wearing a dark green suit of armor that looked very advanced.

On the chest of the heavy armor, golden wings spread out, with a knight's holy sword guarding the center.

In the center of the left shoulder armor is a ferocious circular dragon head emblem.

He carried a massive sword, larger than a door panel, on his back, and held a menacing-looking heavy machine gun in his hand, its dark muzzle seemingly capable of devouring everything. He also had a short sword slung at his waist.

These are the numerous projected clones.

This mixed-style paint job of a dark angel and a fire salamander is the result of his careful consideration.

The other world already has a celestial convergence, and in addition, the green-skinned orcs we encountered before, and the evil gods in the forbidden land sealed by the dwarves, all attempted to use life and blood to break the seal.

Furthermore, having learned from the dwarves and elves that the southern human kingdoms were also established by outsiders, Lin Li strongly suspected that this world might have once been visited by large numbers of Space Marines.

He had just used a high-latitude perspective and saw that all of these ships had symbols resembling salamander heads.

Sometimes, he doesn't mind a little bickering!

As for situations like failure!

Let's talk about the future then.

"What is that?!" Erin screamed in fright, shielding everyone behind her. In her worry, she even grabbed the little princess to protect her vitals.

Within Thorne and Sterling's runic armor, a faint, peculiar index signal capable of detecting energy fluctuations began to warn them.

The corridor fell into a deathly silence; even the little princess's crying, which had been so fussy just moments before, had stopped.

All eyes were fixed on the dark green giant that had appeared out of nowhere.

He was just standing there, but his enormous size made everyone feel pressured.

It was a terrifying feeling, as if being stared at by a dragon!

Erin shuddered in fright and instinctively loosened his grip on the little princess's arm.

"Who are you?!" he screamed shrilly, his voice cracking with fear.

Thorne and Sterling felt a chill run down their spines, daring not to hesitate for a moment. The energy cores of the two runic armors instantly overloaded, emitting a piercing hum, the runic lines on the armor's surface glowed to their extreme brightness, and scorching steam billowed out from the joint gaps.

This is a desperate stance.

However, the dark green war machine ignored them completely.

His helmet slowly rotated, and the scarlet goggles swept across the entire arena.

Thorne's arm, which was holding the rapid-fire magic weapon, was trembling slightly, and sweat soaked his forehead.

After being stared at, he once again felt as if he were facing not a person, but a moving mountain of steel.

"You—who are you—what kind of person are you?" he asked, his voice hoarse, mustering all his courage.

His response came from behind the metal mask, a deep, processed voice as cold as a deep-sea current.

"People from the Southern Human Kingdom?"

Lin Li ignored Thorne's questioning, his crimson visor passing over them and landing on the prince and princess who were being held hostage by Erin.

"Are they members of the former royal family?"

The two questions in a row were filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Lin Li looked at the two groups of people around him, calculating something in his mind.

He has been observing these people for a long time since he first discovered them.

Lin Li had actually arrived here earlier, but upon arrival he witnessed his servants suddenly killing people, along with other terrible things.

This surprised Lin Li, and instead of taking action, he observed carefully.

Lin Li only made his move after they captured the prince and princess as hostages and threatened another unarmored but extremely powerful old knight.

If it were a normal person, Lin Li would never act like this.

But what could he do when he discovered some markings here that were related to the ruins of the giant civilization in the far north?

Upon hearing this, Thorne's heart clenched.

Something is wrong!

That voice, that attire, and the golden wings and holy sword emblem spread across his chest—a legend buried deep in old papers, almost forgotten, instantly entangled his heart like wildly growing vines.

Six hundred years ago, the one who ended the chaotic era and established the Mad Dragon King Dynasty was none other than—

"Who are you?!"

Thorne's question came out again, but this time, his tone was full of shock and disbelief.

If Erin and Sterling were simply gripped by fear, Thorne, who knew some of the inside story, was already experiencing a massive upheaval in his mind.

Meanwhile, on the other side, old Dai Rui also snapped out of his initial daze.

He looked at the figure, taller and more ferocious than the rune armor, and at the familiar emblem that only existed in the oldest murals of the royal family. A glimmer of light rekindled in his cloudy old eyes.

A passage from a book he had once read came to mind!

[When the world is plunged into darkness, and its people are displaced, the gods will send messengers, clad in armor and wielding thunder, to descend from the heavens and vanquish all evil!]

These are the bedtime stories he heard from the princes and princesses he protected after he joined the royal family and became a guard.

That is the faith passed down through generations of the royal family.

He always thought they were just stories.

Even when he accompanied the Queen and brought royal treasures here, he considered it just a story.

He believed he was doomed upon entering the Devil's Sea, but loyalty forbade him from disobeying the Queen's orders.

"Angel----"

The first thing to break the silence was the little princess's voice, tinged with tears yet filled with immense joy.

She forgot to cry, forgot to be afraid, her big, bright eyes, brimming with tears, stared intently at the Linli projection clones.

"They're our guardian angels! Brother! Daryl! An angel has come to save us!"

The little girl's clear voice echoed through the quiet corridor.

The three of them, including Erin, were shocked, and their faces instantly turned even more ashen than those of the dead.

Angel?

The legendary guardian of the Mad Dragon King Dynasty?!

Are you kidding me!

Isn't that just a legend that only existed thousands of years ago?

Upon hearing the little girl's address, Lin Li's lips twitched slightly beneath his dark helmet.

I was right!

Angel?

Their own paint job is clearly that of a dark angel, but what they're hanging around looks like a fire lizard.

It's somewhat related, though.

Fine, let's use this as an excuse to make a big deal out of nothing; that's the effect we wanted.

His scarlet goggles finally moved away from the two children and returned to Erin's deathly pale face.

The cold, electronic voice rang out again, each word like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of the three traitors.

"Surrender, or death?"