Chapter 889: Chapter 520: Your Majesty Streaks, He Isn’t Wearing Anything! (Part 4)

Side effect: The weapon betrays its master, and the user will eventually be beheaded.

The Kingmaker considered himself already a spiritual Devil, not afraid of decapitation, hence dared to use this weapon.

Warwick and Edward IV wielded their swords with a brilliant flash, battling fiercely as if evenly matched.

Yet the former remained calm, confident that he would be the final victor.

Despite being much older than Edward IV, apart from indulging in crooked ways, he maintained healthy habits with early sleep and rise, his body being healthier than the latter’s.

However, the repercussions of Edward IV’s excesses in wine and women kept him in a constant struggle with the urge "Aa... Hiss... Hiss...", which he couldn’t match against the old man’s endurance.

"One minute and thirty seconds, a shower with a bath" was not mere talk.

If Edward IV’s skills and preparations were only limited to this, then things might truly go awry.

But another deeply hidden behind-the-scenes player, Devil Duke Richard, had been preparing for this "power game" to reach his peak for a long time.

Had already pre-prepared the countermeasure to entrap him, before using the Kingmaker to trigger "Death Stranding" and kill three birds with one stone.

Or rather, the moment he received the three wishes from the Genie of the Bottle, he had already devised a fatal weakness for the Kingmaker.

Whoosh—!

Devil Duke Richard, protected by a group of Guardsmen, suddenly had his soul leave his body, transforming into a Fourth Order mythical creature Devil’s soul, instantly possessing his second brother, Duke George of Clarence.

The Devil can effortlessly possess their lower-ranking kin and achieve immortality.

At first, Richard targeted his two nephews: Edward and Richard.

But the closest blood relatives among his kin were the other two brothers within the Tri-Phantom Sun: Edward IV and George.

And George, in his foolishness, fell for the trap and became a lower-order kin along the Devil’s path with no power to resist Richard, quickly losing his body.

Watching his father-in-law, The Kingmaker Warwick’s back, he curled his lips into a cold smile, then murmured:

"I wish!"

A golden glowing Wishing Lamp quietly appeared in his heart.

The Devil indeed possesses a dreamlike transcendent ability akin to a wishing machine—core witchcraft, the Wishing Lamp.

Like the Decree of the Law Mage, the prayers of the Clergy, and the Calamity Curse of the Witch, they are essentially different focal Word Spirits.

Except, they especially enjoy fulfilling desires in twisted ways, never using this ability in a straightforward manner.

The higher the Order, the stronger the Wishing Lamp’s power to modify the material world, the more stringent the preconditions for wishes, the stronger the effects it can achieve.

"Whatever the wisher receives, their enemy also receives" is one of the most common preconditions.

Some Devils set even harsher conditions, like: "Whatever the wisher receives, then the enemy also receives double."

If used well, this ability can also become a treasure to defeat enemies.

Wishing my temperature remains at 36.5 today; I can sleep soundly for 12 hours every day; my weight halves; let me be half-dead with joy...

Especially when the enemy is in a fierce, evenly-matched battle, just a little "unexpectedness" might send them to the Netherworld.

Like now.

Devil Duke Richard declared his wish:

"I wish for the body I now possess to become as... impotent as Edward IV!"

He simultaneously wished upon himself and the Genie of the Bottle, who still owed him two wishes.

Not only did he gather the power of two Fourth Order Devils, but he also prayed to the Fifth Order Demon Lord Lorena to suppress Warwick with rank, fulfilling the wish collectively.

Instantly, he felt his body hollowed out.

Uncontrollably clutching his waist, he let out a painful cry: "Aa... Hiss... Hiss...".

Feeling his kidneys numb and sting, as if they no longer belonged to him.

Then without hesitation, he left the body of his second brother, returning to his short, ugly but not impotent body.

Leaving fullness for himself, "kidney weakness" for his elder brother, second brother, and second brother’s father-in-law.

At the same time, The Kingmaker Warwick’s face also turned pale.

Once again experiencing that exhilarating feeling reminiscent of staying up all night during his youth, spending a memorable night with seven beautiful mistresses: "Aa... Hiss... Hiss...".

His sword moves involuntarily warped.

Edward IV, unaware of the old man’s sudden problem, spun his Sword of Dedication, and in a flash, sliced off half of Warwick’s hand.

"Oww—!"

Warwick let out a painful howl.

Edward IV seized the opportunity relentlessly, despite gasping for breath; he continued his attack with eyes ablaze, driving Warwick into retreat.

Perhaps they were now equally matched in physical prowess.

But Warwick had suddenly become impotent, while Edward IV had adapted for several months.

Naturally, his rich "kidney weakness" experience enabled him to defeat the opponent under the same conditions!

The situation suddenly took a drastic turn.

Warwick wanted to temporarily avoid the sharp edge but had already been exposed by the Genie of the Bottle.

Whether it’s the Marathon Running Shoes, Sword of Damocles, or other treasures, they were all countered brazenly by the Devil Duke.

Soon, half an arm, half an ear, a large chunk of flesh...

The violence in Edward IV’s heart conquered his body again, convinced he had already secured victory, he planned to cruelly chop down Warwick one sword at a time.

While slashing, he laughed wildly:

"Don’t you want my crown?"

"Don’t you want my queen?"

"Don’t you want my navy and army?"

"Come take them! Hahaha..."

With each cut, The Kingmaker’s crown was stripped a little, Edward IV’s crown became complete bit by bit.

Meanwhile, the Sun Crown always worn on his head shone with divine light, projecting the dazzling Tri-Phantom Sun.

"Your Majesty, long live!"

"Long live!"

"Tri-Phantom Sun! Tri-Phantom Sun!"

The Royalist Nobles celebrated jubilantly.

The greatest enemy was about to be resolved, the remaining Uncrowned King was not worth worrying over.

Even if he were powerful, he ultimately lacked the King’s Title crown; once Edward IV freed himself, unleashing his full power, he would kill him with a single sword!

And as Warwick was bathed in blood, with the last piece of the luminous crown concentrated once again on Edward IV’s head.

Byron finally exhaled lightly, murmuring:

"The royal iron of Hightins has finally been reunited.

In your eyes, Edward IV shines radiantly, but to me, he’s... wearing nothing!"

The final words spread across the battlefield with the breeze.

"He’s wearing nothing!"

"Wearing nothing!"

"Nothing!"

"Nothing!"

"..."

As soon as the words fell silent.

Edward IV’s head, bearing the fully restored golden crown, suddenly "cracked" and shattered again.

He instinctively lowered his head, looking at his body, discovering something rapidly fading away.

"No—!"