novelzi Chapter 1505: Power
Chapter 1505: Power
Chapter 1505: Chapter 1505: Power"Your Majesty, your injuries..."
Swimming City.
Thirty kilometers outside the city.
Military camp.
Late night.
The light in the tent was bright.
Everton Davenport sat on the bed, holding a copy of "Summer-Winter," flipping through its pages incessantly.
When he came across an intriguing passage, he couldn’t help nodding in appreciation while pulling out a pen to jot down his thoughts immediately.
"My injuries are no longer an issue." Everton Davenport sat shirtless, his chest wrapped in layers of bandages.
During his confrontation with the West Sea God, his chest had unfortunately suffered a direct palm blow!
Yet at the same time, he had severely injured his opponent!
The West Sea God later clashed fiercely with Julius Reed in Rat Town, reopening his old wounds, and had vanished without a trace since.
Everton Davenport had heard about this incident and felt deeply invigorated.
"Your Majesty, news from the city: the Grand Commandant of the City Lord’s Mansion—Devlin—devised a ploy to lure the City Lord out, intending to have Hagan Marsh eliminate him. But it ended in failure."
Outside the tent, a civilian official from The North Sea carefully reported the intelligence he had gathered.
"I heard the Supreme Leader personally went to the City Lord’s Mansion to
"Yes!" The official climbed onto his horse and set off with Everton Davenport towards the camp’s entrance.
The grand North Sea formation spanned miles of camp.
"Just who has such audacity to dare clash with the North Sea?" Everton Davenport pondered as he rode, resolving to teach them a lesson.
An unforgettable lesson!
Upon approaching the entrance—three hundred meters away—Everton Davenport noticed something odd.
Silence.
Dead silence.
Could the scout have erred?
Was this someone sent by Swimming City to lure him out?
It didn’t seem likely!
Everton Davenport sniffed the air, detecting the faint scent of blood.
He didn’t hesitate but gripped his longsword tightly and urged his horse forward!
Finally.
Leading his North Sea soldiers, Everton Davenport arrived at the entrance.
Only to see—
A man in yellow attire riding a horse, holding an iron spear.
And before the man, corpses were stacked like a small mountain.
"Who are you!" Everton Davenport was stunned.
For someone to singlehandedly kill so many soldiers in such a short time—this was no ordinary feat!
But he was a man destined to conquer Swimming City.
How could he be easily intimidated?
"Your men?" The man in yellow raised his head, gazing coldly at Everton Davenport.
"Indeed! How dare you! Do you know what it means to provoke the North Sea? Speak—who are you!" Everton Davenport demanded with fierce determination.
To kill so many of his soldiers in such a short time—this was certainly no average individual!
"Your men obstructed my path. Should I not kill them?" The man in yellow raised his silver spear and said coldly, "And you—you should die as well!"
"How arrogant!" Everton Davenport cackled loudly, leaping from his horse as his longsword sliced through the air, aiming straight for the man.
"Hmph!"
The man in yellow snorted coldly and raised his spear in a powerful motion!
Clang!
Everton Davenport felt an enormous force strike him, hurling him to the ground.
Behind him, his Mont Horse neighed nervously in fright.
"Your Majesty!" The North Sea troops immediately sounded a copper gong!
"I’m fine! Just stretching my muscles." Everton Davenport was inwardly shaken.
What kind of monster was this!
To repel him with one strike?
Granted, Everton Davenport was injured.
But the man’s sheer power was nothing short of terrifying!
"Again!" He could not afford to lose face in front of his subordinates!
"You? Unworthy." The man wielded his spear with one hand and smashed it downward heavily!
Clang!
Everton Davenport retreated ten meters, spitting blood onto the ground.
Simultaneously!
The North Sea soldiers, hearing the commotion, including the Tiger Cavalry, all poured out and surrounded the man in yellow!
Over a thousand weapons were now aimed directly at the man in yellow!
"So what? Brutes rely on single combat! No matter how skilled you are, can you defeat a thousand troops?" Everton Davenport accepted a handkerchief from the civilian officer, wiped his mouth, and spoke with disdain: "Now, do you understand what royal authority means? This—this is royal authority! Challenging it leads to ruin!"
He picked up his longsword, striding toward the man: "You know nothing of power."
"Oh? Is that so?"
Facing the thousand weapons pointed at him, the man in yellow showed no shred of fear but instead smiled: "I know nothing of power?"
Click! Click! Click!
As soon as the man spoke, massive floodlights blazed to life!
The entire camp was illuminated as bright as day!
The North Sea soldiers covered their eyes, nearly blinded!
When their vision adjusted, they were struck by terror...
Behind the floodlights were rows of cannons!
"This is power." The man in yellow spoke coldly.