The night is getting dark and the temperature is getting colder.

In the corridor outside Ballard, the royal guards arranged as few (for confidentiality) and as many (for abundance) manpower as possible, forming the most efficient and strictest defense and siege formation, filling everything within sight.

Every corner.

The innermost guards maintained absolute silence and concentration, and stood ready.

 They are all elites drawn from the Six Wings, with both experience and ability. They press their weapons while keeping an eye on the door of the imperial meeting room.

It seems that what is locked behind the door is nothing else, but the most mysterious, cruel and terrifying beast in Fuxing Palace. It is grinding its teeth and licking its claws, roaring lowly, and may break out of the door at any time to choose and devour anyone.

But they cannot be timid, let alone retreat.

They are the emperor's guards, passed down through the ages, and they have their own oath. They will guard this door until the emperor's order returns.

 Or the throne is about to rest.

 Lights flicker and the corridor is eerie.

Time passed by minute by minute, anxiety spread in the air, and the fingers pressing on the hilt of the sword became tighter and tighter.

 But the heavy stone door remained motionless and silent.

Facing countless pairs of increasingly sharp gazes, it remained unfazed and fulfilled its duties, keeping all the ferocious beasts firmly behind it.

 Just as it has been for the past six hundred years.

Six doctors specializing in trauma first aid, toxicology and pharmacology were urgently summoned by the palace baron and ordered to wait outside. They were confused and anxious but did not dare to ask more questions. They could only wait in the suffocating atmosphere.

I kept my spirits up and trembled amidst endless speculations and prayers.

Similarly waiting, several dignitaries behind the third row of guards were calm and calm, and could even pace leisurely and chat in low voices.

But as time passed, their expressions remained the same, but the pace became faster and faster, and the intervals between conversations became shorter and shorter.

 The air is dead and the palace is deep.

The messengers and trusted servants lowered their heads. They kept appearing from corners, infiltrating into the crowd and disappearing in a hurry. They came and went without warning, leaving ghostly traces in the ears of a few people and on the walls illuminated by the dim light.

Ramblings and glimpses.

Time is probably still moving forward, but it seems to be moving slower and slower. It stops moving forward, admiring the changes it has brought to the surroundings:

In the silence, the guards had never felt that their breathing was so heavy that it could even raise dust two inches in front of their noses.

They have never realized that their hearing is so sensitive. Just the sound of the friction of muscles and joints can make the muscles of the soldiers two feet away tense.

 And their eyelids are so afraid of being alone that every once in a while, they touch each other to say hello, lest they be alone.

 As for their hearts, they are so strong.

So much so that in the palace, when the heartbeats of hundreds of people gathered together, getting faster and heavier, it felt like a giant monster named Fuxing Palace had just escaped from a long-lasting slumber.

, slowly wake up.

And that stone gate that everyone is staring attentively is the fierce eye that is about to open.

 This scares everyone.

what happens?

what happens?

 What should they do if...?

 Should I swing my sword?

 Or should we back off?

The political insights gained from guarding the palace all year round made the royal guards feel uneasy while trying to maintain their composure.

 They want to turn their heads, look at each other, and exchange emotions.

 At least get some comfort from the same doubts, and eliminate confusion and loneliness among similar people who are led by others.

 The orders of the Guards are clear and clear.

　　【This sword is only wielded by the emperor's order, only broken by the emperor's order, and has no other use.】

 Habits engraved in their bones and developed through countless training repetitions allow them to restrain themselves and maintain vigilance.

This allowed them to force themselves to get rid of distracting thoughts, refocus their eyes that were slightly distracted by waiting, and put them on the heavy stone door that they had guarded countless times, but never once made them so anxious and nervous...

 “Boom!”

Everyone was shocked!

 I saw that the dark stone door, which seemed to never be opened again, suddenly opened a gap in the center.

 “Boom…”

 The giant beast opened its eyes.

 This is everyone’s first thought.

With the mechanical and unpleasant friction sound, the stone door slowly opened to both sides like dark eyelids.

A golden-red brilliance radiated from the crack in the door, which was both like the brilliance of lamps and the bright red of blood.

In just a few seconds, the stone door stopped.

It only opened a gap that only allowed a single person to pass through, and it glowed with golden-red brilliance, just like a half-open animal eye.

 It seems like sleeping but not sleeping, like waking up but not waking up.

It seems like this giant beast is immersed in a nightmare.

 A cold wind blew from behind the door. The royal guards in the first row were extremely vigilant and all took a step back!

“This door of Fuxing Palace...well, it’s quite heavy.”

 I saw the dark giant beast in front of me opening its deep and ominous mouth, teasing deeply:

 “But it’s not motionless.”

Peering out from the narrow beast eyes is a darker black figure. He is leaning against the stone doors on both sides, panting and sneering in a low voice:

 “What do you think?”

 The royal guards instinctively stretched out their hands and moved, their swords unsheathed, forming an array!

 Looking at this scene, the black figure in the center of the door was silent for a while and sighed.

"Okay," the shadow turned sideways and squeezed out of the narrow door gap, "I'll forget it if I don't help."

"I will do it myself."

The shadow gritted its teeth, twisted its cheeks, and squeezed out of the door of Ballard's room. Only then did the light illuminate its face. Prince Thales came to the corridor with a pale face and looked at the crowds of people in front of him.

The enemies all looked at him in formation.

Wow.

In this scene, I believe you even if you say they are here to hunt dragons.

 The tired young man looked back at the Ballard Room and then at the crowded royal guards in front of him, feeling a little helpless.

Stepping out of the strange and sinister hall...

 Walking into a heavily guarded siege...

This scene seems familiar?

After looking over the prince's whole body, the guards in the first row were silent for only a moment, then they all pressed their swords and came forward!

 “Hold on!”

 The voice of Lord Adrian, captain of the general guard, rang out. He pushed aside the crowd and patted his overly nervous subordinates from time to time to let them relax one by one.

 “It’s okay, relax, relax, it’s over.”

Adrian's voice seemed to have the power to soothe people's hearts. Wherever he went, the sword blades drooped.

“Your Highness, a quarter of an hour has just passed!”

The captain greeted Thales in a relaxed and relaxed manner. While he was talking, he looked at the Ballard Room through the crack in the door: "I was just about to go in to serve dessert..."

 “No need, Lord Adrian, meal time is over.”

Thales exhaled, put his arm around Adrian's shoulders without hesitation, stepped forward sideways, squeezed forward amidst the stiff postures of the people around him, and squeezed into the blocking formation of the royal guards.

 Adrian saw clearly the situation in the crack of the door, he frowned and turned back:

"That you……"

 “Don’t worry,” Thales waved his hand indifferently:

 “Just in case you’re curious…”

Facing the vigilant and suspicious guards, he took a deep breath, extended his palms to his mouth, and shouted at the ceiling:

 “The king of the country is still dead!”

Thales used the Sin of the Hell River, and the sound was like a thunderous sound, and the whole corridor was clear up and down.
To be continued...