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“Xlict Xylle! Don’t close your eyes! Stay with the
Emmanuel swiftly sealed Xylie’s pulse, cutting off her ability to speak before she could finish her words She fell into a state of fair death, her voice silenced
No matter what, he was determined to save this poor woman. He refused to let anyone else die because of
him.
The next moment, fury consumed him entirely. His eyes darkened, and a guttural roar erupted from his throat, shaking the heavens.
“Die! I’ll kill every last one of you! I’ll avenge Xylic!”
Seeing his terrifying transformation, Chiara turnet as pale as a sheet. Her panic was evident as she hastily shoved her gun into someone else’s hands.
“Mrs. Zelinsky, leave quickly! We’ll hold him off!”
Such was the privilege of beauty. Not only did the Zelinsky family’s servants rush to protect Chiara’s retreat, but even elite fighters from other factions moved to shield her.
Wasting no time, Chiara turned on her heel and fled.
But Emmanuel wasn’t about to let her escape unscathed. With a single strike, he aimed directly at her retreating figure.
In the nick of time, four top–tier martial artists threw themselves in his path, desperate to block him.
Yet, despite their combined efforts, Emmanuel dispatched them with just two punches, sending their bodies flying into the air like ragdolls. When they crashed back down to the ground, they were lifeless.
“Gasp!” The crowd collectively sucked in their breath, staggering backward in fear.
This version of Emmanuel was like a vengeful specter, a demon incarnate. Not a single soul dared approach him.
What kind of monstrous strength is this?
Even Clive and the others from the Lannister family couldn’t help but tremble with fear. One of them stammered, his voice barely audible, “C–Could Mr. Gwain… really be in the same league as this guy?”
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Wyatt, standing further back, clenched his fists. He knew better than anyone.
The Emmanuel who had competed in the Nuthana Grand Martial Showdown wasn’t yet on par with Gwain back then. But now, a year later, Emmanuel had far surpassed him. This current Emmanuel was someone Gwain wouldn’t dare challenge lightly.
But Mr. Gwain isn’t one to rest on his laurels. He has stumbled upon a sinister martial art technique and is now cultivating with the Dragon Tome. Though its methods are unorthodox and erratic, his progress has been astounding, thought Wyatt.
If Gwain succeeded in his cultivation and emerged, who would prevail in a clash between him and
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That was a question no one could answer.
Finished.
“Chiara Lannister, your life is inine! Emmanuel’s voice hundered with unrelenting fury. His eyes burned red with bloodlust as he fully embraced the state he had honed on countless battlefields. The murderous aura of a war god radiated from him, wild and unstoppable.
Chiara was paralyzed with fear. She collapsed onto the ground, scrambling backward with her hands and hips, her red lips trembling uncontrollably. Her breath hitched as she teetered on the edge of death’s door.
But just as Emmanuel closed in, someone from the Zelinsky family intervened. They pulled out a gun and began firing wildly at him.
At this point, they no longer cared about breaking their earlier agreement. All bets were off.
Who could have predicted this outcome? Hundreds of men besieged Emmanuel, backed by the strength of one of the Eight Supreme Grandmasters of Zovince, and yet they still couldn’t bring him down.
And to their mounting horror, even bullets couldn’t touch him.
Emmanuel moved like a shadow, his figure vanishing and reappearing in a blur. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of a gunman, weaving past the weapon and delivering a series of fatal strikes.
Just as they had feared, engaging in a firefight with the Northern Region War God was no different than handing him a blade and inviting him into the fray. It only gave him a battlefield where he could thrive like a fish in water.
Yet, their sacrifice gave Chiara the chance she desperately needed to escape.
The allure of one of the Four Beauties of Zovince was undeniable. More and more men threw themselves into the path of destruction, determined to shield her retreat with their lives.
Meanwhile, at the Chapman Estate, Veronica watched the chaos unfold on the surveillance monitors. Known for her poise and wisdom, the usually unflappable young lady found herself shaken for the first
time.
Her heart was torn–not by the sight of so many men dying for Chiara–but by the moral turmoil raging within her.
Nathan’s master was fighting to the death, drenched in blood, and yet she had forbidden Nathan from standing by Emmanuel’s side. Worse still, the Chapman family had chosen to remain on the sidelines, offering no aid.
If Emmanuel were to die in battle, what would become of Nathan’s future?
Even if Emmanuel survived, this relentless killing spree would leave him branded as a demon in the eyes of the entire Chanaea. He would have no place to call home, no ground to stand on.
“What do I do? What should I do?” she whispered, her voice trembling with uncharacteristic vulnerability.
Revered as Athena incarnate, she found herself grappling with a paralyzing dilemma. In the brutal game of political power plays, the strength of an individual no matter how formidable–always seemed pitifully insignificant.
Thud! Thud!
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Even a war god couldn’t remain unscathed forever. Surrounded by hundrels of enemies armed to the teeth. Emmanuel’s body accumulated more and more injuries.
Yet, his fighting spirit, the very essence of a war god, only burned brighter. Bloodied and battered, he didn’t weaken–instead, he fought with even greater ferocity. Each strike, each kill, became more ruthless than the last.
The first to fall were hired assassins and mercenaries,
en who sold their lives for money. Their deaths didn’t stir much pity. But as the chaos spread, figures of significance from Zovince’s upper echelons were also woundedor worse, killed.
Emmanuel could feel the weight of his sins piling onto his bloodied hands.
Rationality flickered in his mind, warning him that this path was a descent into darkness, a road without return. Yet, to stop fighting meant certain death. He was trapped, walking a bridge with no end, suspended over an abyss?
And the ones who had pushed him onto this bridge? They were hiding in the shadows, smirking with satisfaction.
What now? Like Veronica, Emmanuel found himself faced with an impossible question.
Suddenly, from the darkened skies above, a strange melody began to play. The tune shifted and morphed, weaving an intricate tapestry of sound that seemed to cleanse the very soul.
For some, the music brought a soothing calm, lulling them into sleep. For others, it sharpened their clarity, snapping them out of chaos.
Who’s that? Who could possess such a divine power?
One by one, the combatants around Emmanuel began to collapse, succumbing to an enchanted slumber. For the first time, Emmanuel halted his killing spree.
Ms. Mia? No.
Emmanuel quickly dismissed the thought. This wasn’t Mia’s doing–her abilities, as formidable as they were, couldn’t command such profound influence.
His suspicions were confirmed when a woman’s mature, ethereal voice resonated from the dim sky above.
“Killing won’t solve your problems. Leave now! Before the presidential election, it’s best you don’t show yourself in Zovince again, or you’ll find yourself in the same perilous trap!”
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Emmanuel raised his gaze to the skies, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. Yet, even with his extraordinary perception, he couldn’t pinpoint the source of the voice.
“Who are you?” he bellowed. “What great master lends their aid? Please, show yourself!”
But the mysterious benefactor made no appearance. The voice grew fainter, deliberately keeping its owner’s location hidden from Emmanuel’s senses.
“A nation’s destiny is shaped by its people. Since you’ve been chosen, live on–and dedicate yourself to the
welfare of the masses!”
With that, the mysterious voice faded into silence.
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Emmanuel tried to track its source, but it was furile. With no other choice, he let it go and turned his attention to the devastation before him. The scene was a battlefield–bodies strewn across the ground, blood soaking the earth. He exhaled a long, heavy sigh
Commander Adkins often says there will always be those who in pursuit of their ambitions, leave rivers of blood in
their wake.
Looking at the carnage, Emmanuel couldn’t help but reflect. These people–mere pawns in someone else’s ruthless game–had no idea they were being played.
And he? He had come dangerously close to becoming just another piece in someone’s deadly chessboard.
I can’t let my guard down again, he resolved silently.
With that, he quickly scooped up Ashton and Xylic, retreating from the scene. His priority now was clear- saving Xylie’s life, no matter the cost.
Not long after, Francis arrived discreetly with his team at the Chapman Estate, expecting to find Emmanuel’s lifeless body.
But what greeted him was beyond belief.
The wide–open space in front of the Chapman Estate was littered with corpses. A sea of bodies lay sprawled in utter defeat–yet among them, Emmanuel’s corpse was nowhere to be found.
“Francis, perfect timing.”
As he stood in shock, Veronica stepped out with her people, her expression calm and collected.
“There was a private skirmish in front of our estate just now,” she said with a faint smile. “These people came with the intent to kill but ended up being slaughtered themselves. Please handle it properly.”
“Uh… what?” Francis blinked, struggling to process her words.
The implication was clear–those who came to assassinate Emmanuel had failed spectacularly and were now dead.
“Holy cow… Is this what it means to be a war god?”
One of Francis‘ trusted men who had seen Emmanuel in action before went wide–eyed in disbelief. He couldn’t fathom how such a massive force, armed to the teeth, had failed to take down one man.
“If the War God were so easy to kill,” Francis replied, giving his subordinate a light tap on the head, “how could he defend our nation’s borders?”
Then, turning to Veronica, he offered a polite smile. “Ms. Veronica, I’ll take care of it.”
“Be sure to handle it impartially,” Veronica reminded him, her tone deliberate. “Thank you.”
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