Don't Mess with That Dragon-Chapter 741 - 127 Mist

The terrifying aura shook the world, causing everyone within the Royal City to feel a sense of heart-pounding dread.

At this moment, the sky above the Royal City, under the influence of that dreadful Legendary presence, changed colors, dark clouds rolled, and arcs of lightning erupted everywhere. The unintentional aura swept in all directions, and the sky seemed to press down upon all beings.

"What's happening?!"

"Legendary! A battle of Legendary Level warriors!"

The vast Legendary aura exploded like a giant stone falling into a calm lake, stirring up mighty waves.

Countless people raised their heads, looking towards the west of the city,

where in the sky,

magnificent rays of light ascended as if a mighty sun, emanating endless divine power, along with waves of mortal terror — how terrifying!

The attack unleashed at a Legendary Level tore the entire sky with its boundless momentum.

The terrifying oppression, like a tsunami, swept in all directions, filling everyone inside the Royal City with a sense of impending doom, as if facing the edge of death.

"In the entire Kingdom of Ireland, there are no more than ten Legendary Level warriors openly known, who on earth has acted?!"

"This momentum, there is more than one!"

In this Dragon's Nest city, under the oppressive Legendary power released, the heavenly might was unfathomable, leaving many trembling and fearful, unsure of where the future would lead.

Meanwhile,

within the Royal Palace,

"Indeed, someone couldn't resist taking action, huh! Those traitors, once I seize the inheritance and gain the ancestors' recognition, I'll slowly take care of those damned fools!"

The Second Prince was clad in solid dark gold armor, his longsword now stained with the color of blood.

Sounds of battle cries echoed sporadically around the palace.

The elite soldiers under the Second Prince were pursuing the Palace Guards around them. The originally splendid Royal Palace was now tinged with blood, corpses strewn across the ground.

Clanging!

The crisp sound of armor colliding arose as the Second Prince led a squad of elite Armored Guards slowly approaching the old King on his sickbed, the scent of blood permeating the air.

"Why? Charlie, why are you doing this!"

Beside him, Princess Sarah stared intently at her brother, disbelief filling her gaze.

Just moments ago,

While Sarah was beside the old King, the loud battle cries from outside the Royal Palace were from an unknown army that had stormed into the palace, taking control of the great hall where the old King resided.

Coup!

The Second Prince, Charlie Plantis, had begun the coup without waiting for the old King to confirm the succession!

The coup took place so unexpectedly,

Perhaps even the old King hadn't anticipated it.

"Father, you are old. Now, Ireland faces the greatest crisis in centuries, with rebellions spreading nationwide. Only I can lead the Kingdom into a new era, continuing the Plantis lineage. Hand me the inheritance."

Ignoring Sarah, who was beside him,

The Second Prince looked directly into the old King's eyes, spreading his arms wide, his clear voice echoing within the vast palace.

Silence,

Deathly silence.

The Second Prince wasn't in a hurry, just quietly confronting the old King on his sickbed.

The noise of battle cries grew fainter,

His presence and confidence climbed to a peak, his gaze becoming increasingly pressing.

On the bed, the old King appeared as if all vitality had drained away, lying there motionless.

"Charlie, you can't do this, that's your father!"

Princess Sarah stepped forward, blocking the old King, her gaze firm as she faced the Second Prince.

In fact, Princess Sarah had no real feelings for one another, just strangers who recognized each other's names. Moreover, Princess Sarah had been raised in a civilian family due to certain reasons, with no emotional ties beyond blood relations.

Though they were siblings, apart from their bloodline connection, there was no real relationship.

However,

even so,

Sarah stood out, blocking the Second Prince, her gaze resolute.

But it was to no avail.

"Take her away, shut her up!"

The Second Prince frowned and commanded coldly,

The elite soldiers behind him stepped forward, ready to drag Princess Sarah away.

Yet at this moment,

An elderly, yet still steady voice suddenly echoed in the great hall.

"Stop it, Charlie, you've truly disappointed me."

In the Second Prince's sharply contracting pupils, the old King on the sickbed slowly sat up, a face that had appeared like an exhausted candle now glowing with health, like a middle-aged man in his prime.

The Second Prince's expression changed, his steps involuntarily retreating a step,

But upon closer inspection, the aura on the old King still exuded an air of decline.

"Ah, it's just the last burst of energy before death. This damned old fool almost scared me!"

The Second Prince stopped his retreat,

somewhat embarrassed and angry,

almost frightened by a dying old man! 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Everyone advance, he's just a dying old man!"

Once he spoke,

No one moved.

Even the soldiers who had advanced to seize Sarah withdrew to the sides, leaving the Second Prince in shock.

"I had thought you might feel a little nostalgia, I overestimated you."

The old King slowly stood up, sighing deeply.

Gently pushing aside the equally surprised Sarah who had tried to support him.

The old King fixated on his son before him,

full of disappointment.

Despite his bright complexion, everyone knew it was likely the last flicker of the flame.

The soldiers behind the Second Prince advanced, seizing Charlie and forcing him to kneel before the old King, holding him down with strength.

"Charlie, you are too proud and arrogant, your greed has blinded your heart... You thought your plan was foolproof, but you didn't know it was merely a bait from your brother to test me... Do you know, just as you stormed into the Royal Palace with your troops, your brother Henry has already gained the military minister's support and taken control of your forces?"

"I had a bit of wishful thinking that if the final hour came, perhaps you and Henry might have some courage, and we could still rely on the foundation laid by Ireland's ancestors. But now, it's clear, it's impossible."

"Whether it's you or Henry, you're both nothing but ambitious yet incapable fools!"

The old King spread his arms slightly, and immediately two attendants came forward to drape a cloak over his shoulders.

"That's enough. What I've given you, I've already given. The road ahead, you'll have to walk on your own."

Turning around, walking towards the depths of the great hall.

Waving to Sarah.

"Sarah, come with me. There are some things... only you can take on..."