Salute To The General

At a small town at the borders of Volk.

This town that was less than five kilometers away from Ares Squad's headquarters, was livelier than usual.

The Eight-Nation Alliance's summit was going to be held here today.

As the organizer, Volk had been invited to attend it as a guest country.

However, the President of Volk, Malcolm Stryker, didn't show up personally. Instead, it was Isaiah, Volk's God of War, who would represent the country at that time. That fact alone was enough to prove the rumor claiming Malcolm was a pacifist who disagreed with joining the alliance, and Isaiah was a hawk who wanted Volk to join the alliance.

At the venue, countless Volkian soldiers patrolled around with serious expressions.

Inside the venue, Max and Isaiah were chatting cheerfully regarding their win a few days ago.

Right then, the reporters erupted into cheers. As the cameras rolled into action, the representatives of Eagleland, Jetroina, Hallsbay, Ferropene, Frosa, Xenhall, and

Xyperia arrived and made their way into the hall.

Eagleland's representative was Catherine, the Duchess of Eagleland.

Jetroina sent its commander, Kenshun Aoki.

Hallsbay's representative was its prime minister, Carsten.

As for Ferropene, it sent its commander of Special Operations, Hendrik.

Frosa sent its chief of staff, Lochlan.

The person representing Xenhall was an Admiral going by the name of Dubravko.

Xyperia sent their newly minted God of War, Ashuras.

As Ariarica's representative, Max was the leader of the summit. After the representatives arrived, he and Isaiah went up to greet them warmly.

The reporters took pictures of their conversation to publish as tomorrow's headlines.

The nine of them, including their trusted aides, had the reporters snapping photos of them for nearly twenty minutes.

Max flashed a smile. "Everyone, the content of the summit is confidential. We're heading in, so please excuse us.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

With that, he and Isaiah led the rest into the conference room.

Right that instant, a commotion broke out.

Everyone gasped and made way for a tall man holding a spear in his left hand. The man, a Eurasian military officer, was also holding a bloody head in his right hand as he sauntered in calmly.

The reporters retreated immediately, but they remained nearby. Some bold ones even inched nearer to take photos of him.

The soldiers who were in charge of the security raised their sub-machine guns and surrounded the unwelcomed visitor. They were prepared to kill him anytime.

The Eurasian military officer was none other than Lucas Ziegler, commander-in-chief of the West, also known as Dragon of the West.

Over thousands of Volkian soldiers

and plain-clothed bodyguards from various countries were

communicating with their superiors using their eyes or wireless devices to ask if they should kill this Eurasian military officer, who was obviously there to create trouble.

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In fact, if there weren't any reporters around recording the event live, the Volkian soldiers would've killed Lucas right away.

However, under the watchful eyes of

the reporters and people all over the world, the Volkian soldiers dared not take action recklessly. Despite provoking Eurasia every other day, Volk was actually afraid of Eurasia and wouldn't dare to cause an international conflict.

Thus, all soldiers and bodyguards had to ask for their superiors' orders before deciding on what to do.

Max, Isaiah, and the rest stared at Lucas in astonishment.

Soon, Isaiah mocked, "Ha! The b*stard had just escaped death a few days ago. I can't believe he's here to seek death today!"

Max was amused. "He must've been dismissed for his mistake back in Eurasia Out of guilt, he chose to risk his life to avenge his subordinates. Relay my order-don't kill him. Let's see what he wants from us."