The thunderous shout struck Ernest like a bolt, leaving him dizzy and hearing a rumbling echo in his ears. The name “Deputy Head, Greedy Wolf” rang in his mind. He was an influential figure, long at the side of the War God.
As the voice faded, a tall, dark-skinned man walked into the hall with unwavering steps. His expression was stoic, and each stride resonated with power. Clad in a battle uniform adorned with unmatched honors, he wore slightly worn black combat boots, yet they did not affect his determined gait. The most striking feature was the massive iron sword he dragged behind him, its weight evident with every step, producing a resounding clang on the floor.
The blade of that iron sword was still stained with fresh blood, indicating he had just come from a fierce battle.
This sword was Greedy Wolf’s weapon, a tool of destruction on the battlefield. Weighing a staggering one hundred and thirty pounds and forged from the finest steel, only Greedy Wolf and the ancient warriors could wield it with such ease.
The sword had been gifted to Greedy Wolf by Kayden, who believed that Greedy Wolf’s physique and skill were a perfect match for it. As expected, Greedy Wolf wielded it effortlessly, showcasing his prowess in combat.
On the battlefield, this sword could block bullets and take lives.
With the sword drawn, Greedy Wolf was unstoppable.
This demonstrated not just the sword’s power but the awe it inspired in everyone present.
The soldiers, once tense and gripping their rifles, immediately lowered their weapons and parted to create a wide path. Following suit, everyone stood tall and saluted in perfect unison. Their obedience stemmed from the honor of his uniform-he wore one more star on his shoulder than Ernest.
The four-star general was a being more powerful than Ernest. He was a fierce warrior in the Battlefield. The crowd gazed at Greedy Wolf with a newfound respect.
Greedy Wolf coldly scanned the room, ignoring any greetings, and continued his steady march toward Kayden.
Soon, he stood beside Kayden, his expression unchanging as he fixed an intense gaze on Ernest. The look sent a chill down Ernest’s spine, goosebumps rising involuntarily on his skin. Though he had never met Kayden, he had heard of his exploits and recognized Greedy Wolf, knowing him to be a paragon in the region. The mere presence of Greedy Wolf radiated the authority of a dragon; it was said that those who accompanied dragons naturally absorbed some of their might.
He was a seasoned warrior, one who stood above thousands.
Ernest was paralyzed with fear. He never dreamed he would encounter such a figure in his own home.
Greedy Wolf disregarded Ernest’s terror and asked coldly, “Ernest, do I have the right to wipe out the Ford family?”
This question detonated in Ernest’s mind like a bomb.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he clenched his teeth, struggling to find his voice.
It was pure terror!
After a moment, he stumbled forward to stand before Greedy Wolf, raising his sweat-drenched hand to salute and managing to stammer, “As your subordinate, please allow me to pay my respects to you, Deputy Head, Greedy Wolf.”
Greedy Wolf narrowed his eyes and demanded, “You still haven’t answered my question. Do I have the right to eliminate the Ford family?”
Ernest’s gaze flickered as he replied, “As long as you command, not only can you destroy the Ford family, but if you wish, you could also level all of Hiphia with ease. But Greedy Wolf, I must ask why you intend to eliminate the Ford family. The Fords have always followed the law and made significant contributions to the country. Surely, you must have a compelling reason?”
“A reason?” Greedy Wolf snapped, “You want a reason? You kidnapped the Defender of Seclela’s wife and attempted murder. Does that not suffice for extermination? Killing an important general of Seclela, is that not enough for annihilation?”
Ernest’s legs turned to jelly. Either charge alone was enough to warrant the destruction of ten Ford families. In ancient times, such crimes could see all the Fords’ friends and neighbors executed in retribution.
But when had the Ford family ever committed such heinous acts?
Greedy Wolf ignored his stammering and turned to Kayden, stating gravely, “Defender, all obstacles have been eliminated, not a single one remains.”
Greedy Wolf had come with Kayden, and during their journey, he had encountered some issues and dealt with them.
Kayden responded only with a cold nod.
Ernest was left gaping, stuttering, “Is he… the legendary figure in the military?”
Greedy Wolf did not answer but cast a look filled with respect.
His gaze revealed everything. The young man before the Fords, dressed simply, was none other than the mythical figure known throughout the military, the undefeated Supreme War God of the last decade, the Defender of the South!
He was Seclela’s only Five-Star General. He was Seclela’s guardian!
A towering figure, one who struck fear into the hearts of all border enemies, a legend who could deter foes for three years with merely a broken sword. Ernest never imagined he would dare to provoke such a person!
Ernest’s beliefs crumbled entirely. What had he just done? He had pointed a gun at Seclela’s War God-this was a capital offense! No wonder Kayden had always seemed so arrogant. It was not pretense, but the inherent bearing of a king.
‘It was over!’ Ernest felt his life plunging into darkness. Everything he had worked for was in ruins!
His thirty-five years of effort had finally earned him a Three-Star General position. In two years, he would retire honorably and enjoy the highest honors. But now, all of it was in jeopardy because of this incident, and he had lost the chance for a glorious retirement.
Worse still, he might not even survive this!
He remembered the warning from his superiors that there was a big shot in Hiphia. He told his brother to be careful. He feared he had provoked that figure, and now his worst fears had come to pass.
It was all his fault for being so overconfident. If only he hadn’t been so arrogant upon entering, if he had analyzed calmly, asked carefully, and acted cautiously, he would never have found himself in this situation.
He had been too proud, too convinced of his judgment!
His teacher had warned him that one day he would die due to his overconfidence. Little did he know, the teacher had foreseen his downfall. This man before him was terrifying, someone who could kill anyone with a mere breath!
Ernest’s legs buckled, and he fell to his knees before Kayden, tears streaming down his face. The earlier bravado evaporated, replaced by profound fear.