Mercenary Mayhem?Fred's forehead creased with concern the moment he heard Abraham's voice crackling through the phone.Mercenaries—notorious for stirring up trouble in places like the Middle East and South Africa—were usually the culprits behind such scenes of chaos.The infamous Black Dragon, Phoenix, Red Snake, and Purgatory had been the big shots of the mercenary world.Ever since Fred had effortlessly swatted away Purgatory's massive invasion five years back, things had been quiet. Too quiet.Especially since the Black Dragon crew had vanished from the map, and Fred even made peace with General Harrington of Purgatory after the whole Bloody Hands headquarters fiasco.None of this added up.Fred cut to the chase and said, "What kind of numbers are we talking about? Who's leading the charge?""The whole lot of them!"Abraham's voice was tinged with disbelief. "I can't figure out what's gotten into these knuckleheads. Since yesterday, we're talking a headcount of over forty

Rescue the general and the young miss?Paulo's eyes, already covered in shadow, grew heavier with despair as Mr. Egorov's words sank in.General Harrington and Catherine, the young miss of the Purgatory Mercenary Group, were prisoners of a ridiculously powerful bunch. This whole mess—with nearly every mercenary outfit charging at Somer's borders—was all their doing.Paulo's mind raced with thoughts of their enemies' might, so strong it seemed futile to fight back. He glanced at Mr. Egorov, worry etched on his face. "Do we stand a chance? They're leagues beyond us in terms of strength. It's not just us either—Phoenix, Red Snake, all the mercenary crews roped into this mess. We're completely outmatched and forced into this crazy mission."All of us together don't stand a chance! How in the world are we supposed to rescue the general and his daughter?"Mr. Egorov sighed deeply, knowing Paulo hit the nail on the head. The mere memory of their foes' daunting presence sent shivers down

The battle shout was deafening, a thunderous roar that pierced the skies, as a million fierce warriors chanted their war cry!With the news that the Great One was en route, the already pumped-up Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Black Tortoise squads felt their spirits rocket even higher.That single command to "kill" sent a wave of exhilaration through the ranks.In the blink of an eye, the four mighty battle squads leaped into action, executing the strategies they had laid out earlier and diving headfirst into the fray.Generals like Lloyd Long and Wylan Wing charged ahead, leading the charge.This was not a scrap for the common folk—generals like them were meant to command from the back lines.In the world of warriors, however, a general's job was to take on the big guns of the enemy forces!So, just as quickly as the battle squads clashed with the tidal wave of mercenaries, Lloyd Long and his fellow generals were already trading blows with the enemy's top fight

What?Almost instantly, Gustafson's expression turned grim.He had felt this sudden presence before. Was it not the same as Marshal, the person who blocked him when Drako Nimbus Alps was attacked in Capital City?His thoughts were correct.A gust of wind howled. Marshal appeared not far from Gustafson, looking over with an arrogant sneer."Somerland’s God of War? Haha, we meet again!"Marshal sneered and said, "I hope you still remember me."“Yes, I do!"Gustafson also smiled coldly and said, "After all, the way you fled in embarrassment last time really left a deep impression on me!"Whoosh!As soon as Gustafson said these words, Marshal's face darkened.Last time, Marshal had not yet returned to his prime. Although he was responsible for stopping Gustafson, he did not expect that Gustafson's strength would far exceed his imagination.As such, the moment he learned that Jeremiah Terra had been rescued, he immediately escaped.Now that Gustafson brought up his old shame ag

Gustafson was defeated?As expected, things were unfolding just as Marshal said. Somerland’s God of War, Gustafson, was suddenly beaten to the point where he vomited blood and was sent hurtling backward. This instantly caused a huge impact on Somerland.This included Lloyd, Wylan, Francis, Trey, the four regiment generals, as well as the regiment members who were watching the battle at this moment. Their expressions all changed.Among them, Lloyd felt the greatest impact."That person is at least as strong as Marshal!" Lloyd said slowly and heavily.When they heard this, Wylan, Francis, and Trey trembled immediately and looked at the man standing with Marshal with surprised looks!Nobody doubted Lloyd.Although the four of them were all from the Red Letter Army—Fred's personal guard deficit army—Lloyd had the honor of being closest to Fred.In Capital City, in particular, Lloyd’s constant contact with Fred allowed Lloyd to develop the unique skill of being able to sense an oppo