The Almighty Lord Caspian by Cath Nitfisch

“Kill them all!”

“Spare not a single soul!”

The Landor residence had turned into a hellish battlefield in an instant.

The Mahayan Pavilion’s men were currently locked in combat with the fighters gathered by

the Noble Lineages.

“Wylie? Why are you doing this?”

Georgie was taken aback to find Wylie leading the charge.

The rest of the men were also surprised that the enemies they were facing weren’t

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but the Mahayan Pavilion’s men under Wylie’s command.

Their confusion soon turned into intense anger.

They couldn’t believe that someone like Wylie would be so arrogant as to launch an

attack. against them.

It was too outrageous.

Wylie stared at all the men and declared, “Mr. Wilson had ordered me to eradicate the

Eight Noble Lineages, Georgie. It would be wise to simply surrender yourself and spare

your own men from dying unnecessary deaths.”

“You’re nothing but a lapdog for Cole, Wylie. What made you think you were so powerful

as to bring your men to attack us by yourself? Do you really think we’re such an easy

target? answered Georgie.

Wylie’s expression sank the moment he heard that.

“Fucking bastards! Kill them all!

The Mahayan Pavilion’s men all roared out in unison as they crushed the Eight Noble

Lineage’s forces.

They were all elites that went through rigorous training and were leagues above the

scraps that the Eight Noble Lineage could gather..

Georgie and the rest of the men began to panic as they watched their men retreat from

the battlefield.

“Wylie, today’s the day you shall witness our true strength!” shouted Georgie.

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All seven heads of the elite families then rushed toward their enemies.

Each of the men’s strength was only a step below that of an eternal grandmaster.

“Come at me then! I’ll kill every single one of you!” Wylie laughed as he readied himself

for

bloodshed.

Wylie had seemingly turned on a switch within himself as he emanated intense killing

intent at his targets.

He was seemingly displaying his presence and power as an eternal grandmaster.

Georgie and the rest of the men were startled by the sudden shift in Wylie’s attitude.

A loud thunk could be heard as blows were exchanged from both parties.

Even though Wylie was an eternal grandmaster, Georgie and his men were still

experienced tier–three fighters who could stand their ground.

Suddenly, Vermont had arrived to help with his own men. “You should have told me earlier

that something this interesting would happen! I’m here to help!”

“Vermont, you bastard! You’re finally here!”

Georgie was elated to find Vermont arriving to help.

Vermont laughed. “We Eight Noble Lineages share the same enemies. Why would I stand

around and do nothing when my friends are in danger?”

He then rushed straight to fight Wylie without a second thought.

Wylie’s expression had turned for the worse upon Vermont’s arrival.

He could manage to fight to a standstill with the seven of them, but he realized he might

not

be able to fend off Vermont.

Wylie soon began to lose his composure within the next few seconds.

Veins popped across his forehead as he seemed to be losing his strength.

The rest of the Mahayan Pavilion’s men were also facing similar difficulties as the Zann

family’s forces arrived to help.

Wylie thought of retreating as he realized that the rest of his men would be wiped out if

the fight dragged on.

“Retreat!”

He immediately turned around and began to flee.

“Don’t let this bastard get away! Get him!” shouted Georgie upon realizing that Wylie was

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Georgie understood that he might not be able to stop Wylie from running away as he was

still. stronger than them.

“I can’t believe I’ve fallen for your trap. This isn’t the end! All men of Mahayan Pavilion,

retreat!” shouted Wylie.

Billy immediately acted on the given order even though he was still fervently locked in

battle.

Suddenly, a voice rang out in front of Wylie. “Trying to run, Wylie? It’s too late.”

Wylie’s expression instantly turned for the worst. “Melvin? Why are you here?”

Melvin had arrived with reinforcements of his own.

He smiled and replied, “I’ve made a mistake by letting you get away back in Easton,

Wylie. But I won’t let it happen again. Mr. Lynch had ordered for your death!”

“Caspian Lynch!” roared Wylie.

Wylie realized that he should have known that this entire operation was a trap.

He didn’t want to prolong his stay on the battlefield as it had turned hectic with Melvin’s

arrival.

“Your beloved Celestial Sanctum is no more, Melvin. You should be trying to pick up back

home instead of meddling with the affairs in Naporia!” shouted Wylie.

He could not comprehend what Melvin was trying to achieve.

“I’ll deal with your men back in Easton after I kill you right here!” answered Melvin.

Wylie finally realized that escape wasn’t possible.

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He could only fight to the death now that he had no other options left. “I’m bringing you

down with me today.”

The battle resumed even though Mahayan Pavilion was on its last legs.

Melvin and Wylie faced off against each other while the rest of their men duked it out.

Melvin managed to land a strike on Wylie’s chest.

Wylie coughed a mouthful of blood and fell onto the ground.

Vermont and the rest of the men swarmed upon the disarmed Wylie the moment they saw

the opportunity to do so.

Dozens of blows rained upon the already beaten–up Wylie.