CHAPTER 1121: CHAPTER 831: YOUR PLAN HAS FAILED

Within a noble mansion in the royal capital, Yalev.

While chaos reigned in the noble district, within this mansion, the brawl has already ended.

The ground was stained red with blood, whether in the corridors, hall, or the courtyard.

Corpses lay fallen in pools of blood, surrounded by an array of weapons and shattered armor, speaking of the ghastly slaughter that had occurred here.

Solok, wielding the sword of power, walked leisurely through the place, accompanied by magical puppets and Black-Eyed Knights.

Soon enough, Solok arrived before a man lying on the ground.

"Bang!"

He lifted his foot and ruthlessly stomped on the man’s body.

"Puh!"

The man immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Brother!"

Beside, a girl pressed by the Black-Eyed Knights cried out in grief.

If Reiger were here and saw this girl, he would immediately recognize her identity.

She was the eldest daughter of the Codelion Family, not even twenty yet already a tactical level magician of the realm—the prodigy Saint Charlia Codrillon.

Here was the mansion of the Codelion Family.

Hence, the one lying before Solok, being trampled mercilessly by him, was undoubtedly the eldest son of the Codelion Family—Saint Nidor Kedalion.

Unfortunately, the one acclaimed for possessing qualities surpassing those of the royal family, this Duke’s son, now lay like a dead fish, at Solok’s mercy.

"We’ve waited for this day for a long time, do you know that?"

Solok looked down from above at Saint Nidor, opening his mouth with a pleasant smile.

"Ever since you last trampled my dignity beneath your feet like this, I’ve not spent a day without thinking that, one day, I must take all of it back."

With that, Solok pressed more forcefully on Saint Nidor’s body with his foot.

"How does it feel to be stomped like garbage underfoot? Is it unpleasant?"

"Do you feel every gaze around you is full of contempt and disdain?"

"That’s how I felt last time, being crushed ruthlessly by you before everyone’s eyes, wishing to kill everyone who witnessed that scene."

Solok poured out his past resentment, ignoring Saint Nidor’s reaction, increasing the force underfoot.

"Do you think you can contend for the throne with me?"

"Not even considering whether you qualify?"

"Even if having succession rights, since your failure of a father has become a Duke, isn’t it better to obediently be a Duke’s son? Why must you contend with me?"

"Now it’s over, henceforth, the Duke’s faction is no more, and the Codelion Family will be wiped out entirely."

"It’s all your fault, blaming your useless father, blaming your undeserved ambition, understand?"

Solok’s malignant words caused Saint Charlia, held by the Black-Eyed Knights, to voice her anger.

"You madman! To dare this deed... the kingdom won’t let you off!"

Not only did Saint Charlia shout in rage, even Saint Nidor, lying beneath Solok’s foot and nearly perishing, raised his head to face Solok.

"...Do you think with violence you can dominate everything?"

Saint Nidor remained unexpectedly calm.

Upon this, Solok’s smile gradually lessened.

"What? Does the Duke’s eldest son still wish to lecture me as last time?" Solok sneered: "Power alone can certainly dominate all, including authority."

"Whether it’s you or my father, everything is done too sluggishly, obviously holding power, why not use it to command all?"

"Because of your constant delays, constant worries, you face this end."

"Now, you are a failure, no qualms for lecturing me, understand?"

Finished speaking, Solok kicked out, sending Saint Nidor flying.

"Cough...!"

Saint Nidor’s body slammed heavily against the wall, coughing up blood again, his vitality waning further.

As if losing interest in this failure, Solok turned, walking towards Saint Charlia, who glared at him fiercely.

"Tell me, how should I deal with you?"

Solok enjoyed the frustration and anger of Saint Charlia, sneering as he spoke.

"Don’t think you’ve won, mad dog." Saint Charlia was fearless, coldly stating: "I don’t believe the people of this country would all bow to you, be under your control."

"Taking the throne this way, what then?"

"No one in this country will acknowledge you, nor will neighboring countries recognize you as a legitimate King."

"Someone like you will ultimately bring disaster, misfortune to this country."

"When that time comes, even seated on the throne, all that’ll remain will be everlasting infamy!"

Saint Charlia’s indignant remarks provoked Solok into loud, unrestrained laughter.

"Infamy? Disaster? Misfortune? What of it?"

"I care not for such things!"

"With this power alone, I can dominate all, obtain all!"

"Whatever happens to others, it’s irrelevant to me!"

Proclaiming so, a chilling wave of power radiated from Solok, causing Saint Charlia’s eyes to constrict in clear fear.

She understood not what this power was.