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The newcomers were none other than the Azure Dragon.
However, unaware of their existence, the nervous Ares and the others reflexively regarded them as hostiles as they
prepared themselves for battle.
“Their energy is immense,” Ares said as he took a deep breath. “I can sense that there must be at least a few
dozen King Class warriors amongst them, with the majority of the rest mostly Archdukes. We may be in trouble
going up against this level of adversity.”
“Fear not, for they are my Azure Dragon,” Zeke said with a smile.
What?
Ares' eyes widened in skepticism. “They're with us?”
The Azure Dragon army jogged all the way up before they knelt down in front of Zeke.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Azure Dragon are at your service, Mr. Williams.”
That left Ares with no room for doubt.
“There are some King Class warriors and a number of Archdukes amongst them, aren't there, Great Marshal?”
“The King Class warriors number around fifty, and the rest are Archdukes,” replied Alfred.
F*ck me...
Ares' mind was in disarray.
Fifty-plus King Class warriors and nearly six-hundred Archdukes. That's enough power to rule the world as
Archdukes were still the dominant force back before I was out. To think that I thought myself quite remarkable for
having attained the King Class after being in a coma for only so long.
Reality had dealt him yet another cruel slap to the face.
Zeke Williams' army has fifty freaking King Class warriors in his ranks! Has the King Class become so commonplace
that it's now worth a dime a dozen?
That left Ares in a state of despondence.
Zeke led his men into the Devonville Restricted Zone, and their nostrils were assailed by the noxious stench of blood
the moment they neared.
When they cast their eyes over, everywhere under the sun glistened with a sheen of crimson.
That was the river of blood that poured forth from the corpses of the Elites of Sole, whose bodies covered nearly
every inch of ground within the restricted zone.
With their heads held high and their fingers never relinquishing the weapons inside their hands, they had not
stopped resisting their enemies, even in death.
It was a sight both tragic but moving, so much so that it brought a tear to Zeke's eye.
For Ares and the others, their eyes reddened as it brought their desire for vengeance to the brink.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmZeke bent over and closed the restless eyes of a fallen brethren. “Good sons and daughters of Eurasia, you are
heroes to us all. Rest assured that you'll be avenged! Blood must be repaid in blood! Kill them all!”
“Kill them all!”
The six hundred voices in Azure Dragon roared to the skies.
With Zeke at their lead, the group made their way speedily toward the ancient imperial mausoleum.
En route, Zeke instructed Ares, “Cover up your face, Ares, and don't let the enemy recognize you.”
“Why?” Ares asked, bewildered. “Oh, that's right. Isn't the leader of the enemy camp the imposter? I can just
impersonate him and command them to surrender.”
“No.” Zeke shook his head. “For those who have taken the lives of a hundred thousand of our boys, only death
would suffice. Don't let them recognize you as I wish to use them to lure out the fake Ares. It's only by slaying him
that our martyrs can be properly avenged!”
“Understood!” Ares nodded as he ripped a piece of cloth from his attire and wrapped it around his face.
It did not take them long to get within two kilometers of the imperial mausoleum. They found the place crawling
with enemies, estimated to number up to a hundred thousand in strength.
Their aura was immense and irrepressible, so much so that even Zeke himself felt somewhat wary.
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