I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 412 Sovereign Mirror

To Jonathan and the rest, there was nothing strategic about that night's battle. It was simply a head-on battle where

the best would win, unlike battles in the past which required the deployment of soldiers and getting into formations.

Whether Solorel could kill Anakin that night was the only thing that mattered. After all, the chaos would cease once

the latter was dead.

For Anakin, however, the coup would be a success once he killed Solorel and Jonathan.

Jonathan and the others were recovering their strength in the Dietrich residence while waiting for Anakin and his

men to arrive.

The truth was, Anakin had already traveled thousands of miles and arrived in Eastsummer at seven in the evening.

He had taken a private jet, hence the speed.

There were eight elites who had come along with Anakin. They were vampire elites of Divine Master and above who

had secretly entered Lost Ruins Realm with Anakin. In fact, the most powerful person among them, Larry Knott,

was already in Level Seven of Immortal Stage.

The second most powerful person, Kelvin Ocha, was in Level One of Immortal Stage.

The third in line was Shadow. He was a level-nine Divine Master.

As for the rest, they were level-five and level-six Divine Masters.

Generally, they were more powerful than the eight marquises.

Anakin was rather powerful, too. That was one of the reasons the dukes and viscounts were hesitant. Everyone had

a feeling that Anakin would succeed if he rebelled.

At the same time, they feared they had chosen the wrong side and brought trouble upon themselves.

Upon arriving, Anakin had already ordered Larry to kill Aurora.

Kelvin and Shadow would be in charge of killing Jonathan.

Surely, there would be someone protecting Jonathan at that time, but the duo should be able to deal with them.

Solorel, on the other hand, was naturally Anakin's to deal with.

The order Anakin had given Larry was to swiftly eliminate Aurora and join the former to deal with Solorel. Once

Solorel and Aurora were dead, the former's entire force would collapse.

At that moment, Solorel had summoned Aurora's and Walrion's presence.

Walrion was a Level Eight Divine Master.

Solorel said, “I'm not sure how the battle will go tonight, but His Majesty is the future of the vampires. He must not

die today no matter what. You have to protect him at all costs, even if it means sacrificing your life. Understand?”

Both Aurora and Walrion nodded seriously. “Yes, Your Highness!”

At seven thirty in the evening, the moonlight was already illuminating the plants in the garden of the castle.

Jonathan stood on the platform of the garden with Solorel, the seven marquises, Aurora, Walrion, Beatrix, and even

Mabel.

The group merely stood there without saying a word, emanating an indescribable aura with their silence.

Right then, footsteps sounded outside. Anakin and his men were approaching.

Since it was a modern era, they did not arrive on horses even though that looked cooler.

Then again, arriving via car did not seem appropriate, either. After all, they were not assassins sent to kill someone.

The garden entrance was wide open.

At that moment, Anakin, looking charming and dressed in white, walked in with eight strong elites.

They were neither fast nor slow, but they exuded a kind of pressure one could not describe with words.

After all, Anakin had a strong imposing aura and a stern gaze. Even his subordinates looked fierce and tough.

In no time, Anakin and his men stood three meters away from Jonathan as the dazzling light illuminated the entire

garden.

Anakin first studied Solorel before casting Jonathan an icy glance.

Jonathan did not speak.

Solorel started coldly, “How bold of you, Anakin. How dare you not kneel in the presence of His Majesty?”

As if hearing a funny joke, Anakin burst out laughing and suddenly pointed at Jonathan. “Him? This good-for-

nothing? What makes him qualified to be king?”

Jonathan's pupils constricted. Anakin was just too arrogant.

A glint flashed past Solorel's eyes. “How dare you insult His Majesty? I'm going to teach you a lesson today!” As

soon as he finished saying that, his body suddenly expanded until a ferocious, demon-like Solorel was formed.

“Primordial Sword of the Three Realms!” Solorel unleashed the most powerful technique without hesitation.

A primordial spirit sword made of crimson light flew straight at Anakin.

“Kill him!” Anakin roared. He dared not underestimate Solorel's Primordial Sword of the Three Realms.

Despite backing away swiftly, he was still a second too slow.

The Primordial Sword of the Three Realms beheaded him, sending his head flying into the air with blood spurting

from the veins.

The crowd, including Solorel, was utterly baffled.

Anakin's dead? Just like that? There's no way it's that simple.

Suddenly, Solorel's pupils constricted, for he sensed danger. A white figure had suddenly appeared about one

meter in front of him and was aiming a fist at his throat.

It was none other than Anakin.

His punch seemed to contain infinite energy that could bring doomsday upon the world.

That was something Solorel had already foreseen. He hurriedly retreated and summoned the water dragon's

primordial spirit that morphed into a golden big handprint before him.

All of a sudden, the big handprint charged toward Anakin.

Seeing that, Anakin cast three rounds of infinite punches in one go. The punches came out at an incredible speed,

forming three circles of light.

Solorel's golden big handprint was instantly crushed.

However, Solorel's hair fluttered and his robes flapped loudly even though there was no wind. He had, again,

unleashed another attack with the Primordial Sword of the Three Realms.

The attack was so fast and powerful that it flew straight for Anakin's head.

Despite that, Anakin appeared on Solorel's left in the blink of an eye and cast a powerful attack on the latter.

It was as if Anakin was indestructible.

Fortunately, Solorel soon realized what was happening.

Anakin's celestial weapon was Sovereign Mirror.

It was a fascinating weapon that could allow its user to create an illusion of himself using his reflection.

The person Solorel had been killing was only Anakin's illusion.

Both Solorel and Anakin were locked in a fierce battle. One could say that Anakin was no match for Solorel, but

Sovereign Mirror had brought changes to the outcome.

Meanwhile, the battle had officially started. Larry found Aurora and began attacking her with the mithril sword.

Since Wretched had devoured the Sword of Radiant Flames, Aurora had no choice but to grab an ordinary sword.

Alas, it was cut off in one of her spars with him.

At that very moment, Aurora was in a dangerous situation.

Kelvin and Shadow had begun attacking as well. Kelvin attacked Walrion, while Shadow dealt with Mabel.

Beatrix, on the other hand, was fighting with another elite.

At that moment, Jonathan seemed to have nothing to do, but that was only because he was protected by Walrion

and the rest.

Jonathan had already put on his Dragon Binding Gloves. He merely observed the situation instead of rushing in to

attack.

Soon, he identified Aurora's situation to be the riskiest.

After all, Larry was planning to kill Aurora and join forces with Anakin after that.

As he brought his mithril sword down at Aurora's neck, he stepped forward and slammed his palm on her chest.

It was a dirty tactic, but that was normal in fights. In fact, it was necessary to use anything possible when it came to

fighting. Nothing was considered dirty or fair.

Upon seeing that, Jonathan used Shadow Step to arrive behind Larry and sent a Rolling Thunder Punch into his

back.

The move was executed swiftly and with incredible energy.

Surprisingly, Larry sensed the danger behind him. His gaze turned cold, and he barked, “You're asking for it!”

Immediately, he flipped his hand and caught Jonathan's wrist.

Larry's Grappling Technique was outrageously fast and powerful.

On top of that, it had unparalleled power that made it impossible for his opponent to dodge.

Jonathan's eyes glinted coldly. Of course, he was not afraid of Larry's grasp, for his techniques were the best in the

world. Without wasting another second, he reached out and grabbed Larry's hand using Dragon Claw Grab.

All of a sudden, the two entered a mysterious fight of fists. At one point, Jonathan flipped his hand to slash Larry's

wrist using the dragon spikes on his glove.

It gave Larry such a startle that he quickly retracted his hand. He turned over the mithril sword and aimed for

Jonathan's neck.

Jonathan's face darkened, but he quickly dodged his opponent's attack using Antelope Rhythm. He appeared

beneath Larry's underarm and stabbed two fingers into it.

The fact that Larry had failed to take Jonathan down swiftly frustrated the former. He swung his sword around to

strike Jonathan's eyes. Seeing that, Jonathan quickly caught the blade, pressed it down, and shook it. Instantly, a

powerful wave of energy rushed into it.

Larry was stunned.

He almost lost his mithril sword.

Although Larry was in Level Nine of Immortal Stage, his techniques and usage of Force were useless against

Jonathan, not to mention Aurora was attacking Larry fiercely with her broken sword.

Larry was having a hard time dealing with the two. In fact, he did not have the upper hand.

Frustrated, he yelled, “Silas, come here and kill Jonathan!”

Silas Knott was a level-five Divine Master. He was assisting another elite to kill a marquis.

He was the only one among the elites who could pull out for a while. Hence, Larry summoned him without

hesitation.

Larry knew exactly what he needed to do—kill Aurora swiftly and assist Anakin. Only then would they be able to

control the battle.

Otherwise, things would seem hopeless.

Larry needed Silas to hold Jonathan back for the time being.

Sure enough, Silas obeyed Larry's words and turned around in an instant.

He wielded a Golden Bayonet, which made him think of Jonathan, who was a level-three Divine Master, as

insignificant.

A snicker escaped his throat. “I'm going to turn you into my snack to go with my wine today, sc*mbag.”

He appeared behind Jonathan in a flash and brought his sword down on the latter's head.

The weapon was horrifyingly sharp.

Even Jonathan would not be able to withstand it, no matter how strong his body was.

However, he suddenly twisted his body in a strange manner, turning to the back like a snake.