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“Let's go!”
And so, the team of four quickly made their way through Netherworld and arrived at the firewood shed.
Upon entering the shed, Zeke sensed that there was a barrier composed of negative energy.
It was a powerful barrier that was dense in negative energy. It did not seem like something Daemonium could do
alone.
“How many people were utilized to make this barrier?” Zeke asked Kingsley.
“Two,” Kingsley answered. “It's the combined effort of Mr. Mahazael and Daemonium.”
Looks like Mahazael is actually quite strong, Zeke thought after hearing the answer.
He was not sure if he could beat them if Mahazael were as strong as Daemonium, who was a Celestial Class fighter.
Zeke was in the Ultimate Class, but his fighting prowess was comparable to that of Celestial Class, so he still had a
chance if it was a one-on-one fight. Fighting two Celestial Class enemies, however, was a whole different story.
On top of that, Sole Wolf and Killer Wolf were mere Ultimate and King Class warriors. They would stand no chance
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtfighting against a Celestial Class warrior.
Then, Kingsley guided them through the barrier and into the secret passage, heading straight toward the prison
cell.
Inside the prison cell, the chained-up David and Brantley opened their eyes almost simultaneously and looked at
each other with pure astonishment.
“Brantley, do you sense a familiar presence approaching?” David was the first to speak.
“You feel it too?” Brantley was a little excited. “It feels like it's Master's presence.”
“Did Master come to save us? But how is that possible? I thought he was occupied with what's happening on Mount
Kush,” David said.
“To be honest, you might not believe me when I say this, but I actually felt Mr. White's presence from the
Netherworldian who came to deliver food for us with Kingsley earlier,” Brantley claimed.
“That said, it was too weak for me to make anything out of it, so I assumed I was just imagining things and
shrugged it off. Now that I think of it, I might not be wrong.”
Naturally, the Netherworldian that Brantley was talking about was Freddie.
Freddie was in contact with Zeke, who inherited everything from Pietro. It was no surprise that Brantley could feel a
little of Pietro from the man.
“I'll be frank. I noticed it too,” David said as his eyes lit up.
“And it's coming closer. Master is going to be here really soon.”
As soon as he finished, four men opened the door and came in.
Kingsley and Freddie were in the front while two masked men stood behind.
Immediately, both David and Brantley focused their attention on Zeke, excited and confused at the same time.
He's the one emanating Master's presence.
Who is he? Why does he feel like Master? Why is he here?
Seeing the sorry state David and Brantley were in, Zeke could not help but feel infuriated and clenched his fist.
These two are the founding members of the North's army! Netherworld will pay for the suffering they were put
through!
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmZeke instantly rushed over to the men without a single word and broke the shackles on their arms with an energy
pulse.
“I'm sorry for being late and putting you two through all that torture,” Zeke said.
“Who are you?” David asked. “Who is Pietro White to you?”
“I'm the Great Marshal of Eurasia. Pietro White is my master.”
Great Marshal! He's the current leader of the North's army! Our young master!
At that moment, a surge of mixed emotions welled up from within David and Brantley, and they went down on their
knees without any hesitation.
“David Jones of the North greets you, Young Master!”
“Brantley Fleming of the North greets you, Young Master!”
“There's no need for such formalities, you two. Please stand up,” Zeke said as he quickly picked them up from the
floor.
“Young Master,” David said. “Mr. White left me a message for you...”
“Let's talk about it after we get out of here.” Zeke interrupted. “We need to prioritize getting you two out of here.”
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