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The red tablet was the jewel of Four Hidden Sects, capable of bringing one back from the jaws of death as long as a
pulse was still present.
In less than five minutes, the remaining three elders looked as if the explosion had never happened.
Getting on their feet, they announced, “Men! It's time to meet the president!”
Leading the survivors of their vast army, the three heads swaggered toward the president's residence.
Just when they arrived at the gates, a clear and cold voice halted them in their tracks.
Turning around to face its source, the three heads caught a glimpse of a silver streak heading toward them.
Like a long silvery dart, the sword flew toward the heads of the three elders. It whistled menacingly like a deadly
hummingbird as it drew closer to its targets.
Oh, sh*t!
As one of the three heads took a step back and narrowly avoided the sword.
The three King Class warriors next to them were not so lucky. Being a fraction of a second slower than the three
heads, they were skewered by the sword against the wall.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter the initial yells of shock, the party leaned in for a closer look and discovered with a start of horror that it was
the Dragon King Sword.
It's the Great Marshal's weapon! Is he here?
With the horrifying thought, they turned to look toward the direction from which the sword came.
Sure enough, Zeke was walking toward them with a mob at his back.
Flanked with Sole Wolf, Greedy Wolf, Justice Warrior, Tyler, and Nameless, the group bristled with murderous intent.
Jaime cursed under his breath. He is too late, yet again!
So what if he's here, anyway? We have hundreds of King Class warriors. They are pathetically outnumbered. Even if
they arrived with higher numbers than these, we would still be able to trample them to death with the might of our
combined forces.
Zeke's eyes swept across the scene and widened with horror.
I have arrived too late.
Though the Four Royal Guards were nowhere to be seen, the four puddles of bloody remains on the ground were
sufficient to inform Zeke of their fate.
Zeke glanced up again and noticed that more than half of the president's forces were slain with rivers of blood
flowing across the ground.
It looks like I've arrived at the gates of hell with the number of bodies around.
Sole Wolf and the rest had tears in their eyes as the Four Royal Guards were their brothers. Being trained by Zeke
from a young age, the Four Royal Guards had been the closest childhood friends to Sole Wolf and the rest.
The deaths of the Four Royal Guards took a heavy toll on the new arrivals.
Killer Wolf's fingers twitched as he held his sword. “Zeke, I feel a murderous lust arising within me.”
Though Zeke appeared calm and collected, his heart was grieving with the loss of the Four Royal Guards who were
like his children.
“Cigarette,” Zeke muttered through gritted teeth as he tried his best to steady his voice.
“What?” Killer Wolf stared at him.
“Hand me the cigarettes,” Zeke repeated.
Killer Wolf handed him the pack at once.
Zeke strode over to the liquefied remains of the Four Royal Guards and knelt down. After lighting three cigarettes,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhe stuck them in the ground.
As the smoke twisted and billowed in the stillness of the air, Zeke found the corners of his eyes damp with tears.
They were my children. I'd nurtured them, cared for them, and watched them grow up.
However, he was accustomed to hiding his vulnerability as he had others look up to him as a Great Marshal.
“I was right to have chosen you boys,” Zeke muttered. “I'm proud of you for being brave defenders of Eurasia. Rest
well, my boys. I will avenge you.”
Zeke stood up. After pulling a pair of white gloves over his hands, he pulled the Dragon King Sword from the wall,
unceremoniously dumping the bodies skewered upon it, and wiped the blood on the sword on them.
“Arm yourselves,” he said softly.
“Great Marshal,” Jaime insisted. “We are here for a discussion of the utmost importance with the president. Since
the Four Royal Guards had dared stand in our way, we-”
Zeke looked up and met the eyes of the three heads with such a cold glare that it frightened Jaime into silence.
“I said,” repeated Zeke with vehemence in each word. “Arm yourselves.”
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