Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon
Chapter 423 - 421 The Levels Set by Mortals

Chapter 423: Chapter 421 The Levels Set by Mortals

"Compared to mechanical products, I believe there are even more admirable things about them."

Suddenly, a discordant voice rang out coldly.

Here it came.

Farrelan’s heart sank as he looked towards the speaker—when he removed the fake skin from his face, revealing his true identity, the nobles of the Royal City instantly recognized him.

"Blooming Excalibur" Mekefa.

"Royal, Royal Guards?"

"How did he get in here?"

No, had he just revealed his true self outright? Farrelan found it hard to believe, he had thought that even these people would have prepared some kind of unforeseen assassination. Now by confronting Duke Longjiu this way, what was the point?

Sure enough, several guards immediately stood out from beside the Duke—not dressing conspicuously, but undoubtedly first-class fighters, each one of them, to be the Duke’s close protection.

Not to mention the armed guards and heavily armored warriors in the hall.

They quickly surrounded him from all sides, numerous gun barrels aiming simultaneously at Mekefa.

"I recognize you." Wilson Longjiu gave him an indifferent glance, "We fought a battle on the Ejin Plains in the west, and your Kingdom Army was utterly defeated. I thought I would see you in the battle at the Royal City, but you abandoned the Laurel King you had sworn to protect. In my eyes, you were already dead."

For a moment, Farrelan saw Mekefa’s fists clench slightly.

"If I had also died in the Shengxia Suburb, wouldn’t there be no one left to punish you?" Blooming Excalibur’s tone fluctuated slightly, "So I didn’t abandon His Majesty William, but endured humiliation and hid away, all for the day I could return to the Royal Capital and offer your head in tribute to him!"

"A deserter is still a deserter, no matter how much you try to justify it." Duke Longjiu said with contempt, "In a sense, you’re even less respectable than Her Highness the Ninth Princess; at least when faced with her fate, she chose not to run away."

When Bifei was mentioned, the girl couldn’t help but step back.

"Shut your mouth!"

Mekefa finally couldn’t help but shout angrily.

For a Royal Guard accustomed to honor and praise, the label of deserter was undeniably the most vicious of insults!

"Everyone has their own destiny, and when you run from it, your life is already over." Wilson exhibited a bored expression, "Don’t injure the guests here. Take him away quietly."

"Understood."

Two guards standing at the forefront responded in unison, then drew their swords.

Mekefa, however, didn’t even have a stick in his hands.

"Raphael, Mokada... both Master Level Warriors, I remember we have crossed swords before," said Blooming Excalibur, glancing at them, "One was a knight, the Lord of Moon Bay in the Western Borderlands, and the other a reject from the Royal Guards. What, have you now become the lackeys of traitors?"

"Each to their own."

"Lord Mekefa, out of respect for you as a former senior, let me remind you... I have also stepped into the threshold of Grandmaster Level, it’s just that I have not yet been certified," one of the two men said, unfazed by the term ’lackeys’.

War is such; victors take all, Mekefa was nothing more than a loser, who would care about his insults?

"Merely Grandmaster Level..." Blooming Excalibur sneered, "Come then, let’s see what you’ve got."

Merely Grandmaster Level? Farrelan was taken aback, wasn’t Grandmaster Level currently the highest rating for a warrior? If he remembered correctly, Mekefa himself was at this level, and the higher Legendary Level hadn’t appeared for hundreds of years!

The two were already rushing towards Mekefa.

They didn’t use broad, sweeping moves, likely fearing they might injure others in the hall. A simple sword in their hands fluttered up and down like a nimble hummingbird. Farrelan couldn’t make out their attack patterns at all, only feeling a blur before the sword light completely shrouded Mekefa!

And fast, agile swordplay was precisely Mekefa’s specialty!

He was certain that the two were no less skilled than the Blooming Excalibur.

Then blood splattered!

There was the clang of sword against metal and stone, the crisp sound of bones breaking—the sword light was soon shattered, Raphael retreating in disarray, clutching his severed arm, while Mokada’s face had collapsed in, looking as if it had been furiously smashed with a rock, his eyes squeezed to the side of his cheeks!

Even so, the latter still hadn’t been killed; Mekefa was grasping his neck, as he painfully groaned.

"You see, you couldn’t beat me before, and it’s the same now."

After Mekefa spoke, he snapped Mokada’s neck with a crisp crack, his arterial blood instantly spraying onto the ceiling.

A scream erupted in the hall.

"How... how could you possibly... become so strong?" Raphael muttered incredulously, "Could it be you’ve broken through the Grandmaster barrier!?"

Any higher... would be Legendary!

"I’m actually quite curious who set these standards," Mekefa said, dropping the lifeless body, wiping the blood off his hands, "Once you reach my level, you’ll find that so-called ’Grandmasters’ are no more than dogs of straw. If it were up to me to decide, there would only be two kinds... one beneath the gods, and the other is god."

He took a silver coin from his pocket, "Those below the gods, no matter how strong, are merely mortals after all."

Having said that, Mekefa flicked his finger, and with a boom like a gunshot, Raphael’s head suddenly burst open, and with scattering bits of flesh and blood, his body slowly collapsed to the ground.

What was happening!?

Farrelan was dumbfounded, watching the smoke rise from the tip of the Blooming Excalibur’s finger, an exaggerated thought occurred to him: could it be that he flicked the coin, shooting it out and exploding a Grandmaster Level Warrior’s head!?

Indeed, those two hadn’t used any extraordinary tactics, and might not have fully shown their capabilities, but to finish a two-against-one fight in less than thirty seconds was unbelievable to anyone!

What was more astonishing, Mekefa had not used a weapon, merely relying on his hands and feet to fight!

"How about it, do I have the authority to punish you now, Duke?" the Blooming Excalibur once again looked towards Wilson Longjiu.

"Protect the Duke!"

"Kill him!"

The guards reacted instantly, shielding the Duke behind them while firing furiously at Mekefa. Bullets whizzed towards the side of the hall, igniting a dense storm of sparks on the floor and walls. Several guests were knocked down by stray bullets, while noblewomen scurried away, clutching their heads!

Once the Duke himself was threatened, the earlier reassuring words not to harm guests became a joke. In the eyes of the Longjiu Army, the lives of the nobility of the Royal City or great merchants meant less than a single hair of the Duke’s.

"Over here!" Suddenly, someone yanked Farrelan, dragging him to a safe corner.

He looked up, and Dane’s face came into view.

"You actually noticed—"

"Of course, the old trick with the potted plant silent signals," Dane interrupted in a low voice, "Once the Royal Guards left, I got someone to take your family out of the city. There will be people waiting for them at Thistlefort, you needn’t worry about their safety. As for you, I reckon you can’t stay either. Come with me to the Eastern Continent!"

That was his partner Dane... the silent signal was simply a conveyance of danger, yet he had quietly figured out the situation, even knowing that the Royal Guards had entered his home and taken his wife and kids as hostages.

Even after so many years apart, his partner had never let him down.