NovelEnglishHer Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 943
Chapter 943
Heather lingered outside the room for a long while before slowly walking away, a deep unease settling in her
chest. Ever since Harvey returned home, he seemed like a different
person.
There were also several unfamiliar faces in the estate. These strangers didn’t seem to regard her at all, despite
the fact that she was a princess consort. When they crossed paths, they didn’t bow or step aside, walking
straight past her as if she were invisible.
The sound of horses’ hooves broke the stillness of the night, their rhythm jarring in the otherwise silent streets.
The cobbled roads were deserted, with the capital's nightlife limited to the lively areas in the east and west
cities, or along the river. The cheer and laughter there never reached the quiet of the southern district.
As a horse neighed, then cto a sudden halt, the air seemed to hum with an unusual tension. The light from
the lanterns on the carriage didn’t reach far, and the moon was hidden behind the clouds, leaving the
surroundings eerily dark.
Travis held a riding whip and had a long blade strapped to his leg. He closed his eyes, listening intently to the
slightest change in the air, his ears twitching as if to catch every
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subtle sound.
Carissa held her whip, its length coiling at her feet like a red serpent, ready to strike. Violet gripped her sword,
her index finger lightly pressing against the hilt’s opening. With a mere flick, the blade would slide free from its
sheath,
In the darkness, more than ten shadowy figures descended without a sound, their feet barely disturbing the dust
beneath them-a clear testament to their mastery of the Lightfoot Skill.
In an instant, Travis unleashed his battle prowess, his power like a thunderclap. He flicked the whip, drawing his
blade with lightning speed. His Lightfoot Skill carried him as if he were riding the wind.
With a single leap, his blade was already slicing down toward one of the attackers. The assassin narrowly dodged
the fatal blow, but the long blade still drew blood, the scent of it fueling the assassin’s bloodlust.
Inside the carriage, the two women burst through the curtains, Carissa’s long whip hissing like a striking serpent.
The force of it sent two attackers reeling back.
Violet unsheathed her sword in a fluid motion. Without even pausing to twirl the blade, she stepped on Carissa’s
whip and leaped forward. With her deft hands, she sent her sword dancing in the air, creating a web-like shield
of light that blocked the assassins outside.
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Chapter 943
Dressed in black and masked, Icarus also wielded a long knife. Master of all eighteen martial arts techniques, he
was especially deadly with his blade. He had expected that with so many people involved, capturing Carissa
would be a quick and easy task. But to his surprise, even with the ten or more men and himself, their first strike
had been thwarted.
It didn’t take long for him to identify their weakness. The coachman and the swordswoman were both highly
skilled fighters. Those two were difficult opponents, but on the other hand, Carissa seemed weaker. If he could
just tie up the other two, capturing Carissa would be easy.
He turned to face Travis, swinging his massive blade down with powerful force. When the two blades collided, he
expected to cut Travis’ weapon in half. Icarus believed his blade, infused with inner force, would be as sharp and
unyielding as obsidian.
A clang rang out and sparks flew. Both men felt their hands go numb, almost losing their grip on their blade
handles.
Icarus knew Travis was skilled, but hadn't expected his inner force to be so powerful. It seemed that defeating
him quickly would be impossible. However, a prolonged fight was out of the question. If it dragged on,
reinforcements would arrive.
Icarus signaled for the suicide soldiers to deal with Travis and Violet, then cautiously moved toward Carissa with
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moves.
The flash of blades quickly surrounded Carissa. Icarus noted that her reactions were sharp, managing to dodge
his long knife three times in a row. But her weapon was just a whip. How many times could she defend herself
with that?
The suicide soldiers moved like lightning, their swords flashing in every direction, keeping Carissa from escaping.
Icarus’ long blade descended in powerful strokes, slicing through the air. Mid-swing, he flipped it to hit her neck
with the back of the knife. The force of the blow would surely knock her out cold-Icarus was determined to
capture her in one swift
move.
But in that fleeting moment, Carissa somehow evaded it.
Icarus froze, shock spreading through him.
What the hell? She had no way to escape, with the suicide soldiers‘ swords surrounding on both sides and his
blade coming down from above. She had nowhere to run except to retreat or burrow underground.
Yet, she hadn't moved at all-she was still standing right where she was.
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