All Chapters of They Will All Bow To Me!: Chapter 151
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Chapter 151
Outside the estate, chaos ruled the grounds. Smoke hung thick in the air, mixing with dust and the sharp smell of burned metal. Explosions echoed from different directions, shaking the earth beneath everyone’s feet. Adrian and Richard were crouched low behind one of Mira’s tanks, its thick metal plating the only thing keeping them alive as bullets whizzed past overhead. Adrian peeked out for half a second, then ducked back with a sharp click of his tongue. “That sniper’s really starting to piss me off.” He muttered. Richard adjusted his glasses, pressing his back harder against the tank. “And he seems to be targeting you in particular.” He added, one eyebrow raised despite the situation. Adrian snorted. “Don’t care about that. He needs to go down.” Richard glanced at him. “And what’s your plan?” Adrian turned slowly, giving him a flat, almost offended look. “Don’t have one.” Richard stared at him. “You’re insane.” Adrian grinned, that familiar reckless smile appearing even as g
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“What do you think will happen if I blast your head off?” Mira said, a devilish smile curling on her lips as she raised her hand. Crimson energy gathered fast, thick and violent, spinning around her palm like a storm that wanted to be unleashed. “Will your regenerative ability come through for you then?” Michael swallowed. He could feel the pressure of her power even before she released it. His heart pounded in his chest, loud enough that he almost thought she could hear it. He tried to focus, tried to pull the blue energy he had used before into his hands, but it didn’t come easily this time. It flickered and surged for a second, then faded, then came back again, crackling like unstable electricity. “Come on…” He muttered under his breath, clenching his fists. Mira didn’t wait, she fired instantly. The crimson blast tore through the air with a deafening roar, filling the room with red light. Instinct took over as Michael threw his hands up in front of his face, bracing himself fo
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The sky cracked open with a low, angry rumble, and rain began to pour. It came down hard, cold drops of water slamming into stone, armor, and skin. Fire hissed as rain met burning wreckage. But none of it slowed the battle. If anything, it made it worse. People were still dying. Bodies lay scattered across the estate grounds, some unmoving, some twitching before going still. Shouts blended with gunfire. Explosions echoed through the rain. The war had crossed the point of stopping long ago. On the open balcony, the fight between Mira and Michael had turned savage. Michael drove Mira back with raw force, his blue energy flaring brighter with every strike. His fists slammed into her defenses again and again, each blow rattling the stone beneath their feet. Mira stumbled, slipped on the rain-slick floor, and Michael took the opening. He pinned her down hard, his knee pressing into her chest, one hand gripping her wrist as he forced her arm aside. Blue energy sharply gathered in his f
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The entire battlefield froze. Gunfire faded into distant echoes. Shouts died in throats. Even the rain seemed to hesitate as every eye locked onto the figure standing between Mira and Michael. Alex turned slowly, his boots scraping against the cracked stone. Blood spilled freely from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin and staining the front of his battered suit. He coughed once, then laughed weakly, shaking his head. “Damn…” He muttered, voice rough but still carrying that familiar humor. “Should’ve brought a charger for this stupid suit.” He winced, then added with a breathy chuckle, “Though… With this rain, I probably would’ve electrocuted myself anyway.” Michael stared at him, confused, relieved and terrified all at once. Then his gaze dropped. Alex’s stomach was gone. Not wounded, not burned. Gone. Mira’s crimson blast had torn clean through him, leaving twisted metal, scorched flesh, and an emptiness that no amount of treatment could ever fix. Michael’s breath h
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The helicopter set down on the far end of the specialized training facility, its rotors still spinning as medics rushed forward. The place no longer felt like a training ground. Alex had converted it into something else entirely, a quiet refuge for the wounded, a place where injured soldiers could be treated away from the chaos of the war. Michael lay unconscious in one of the recovery rooms. Hours later, his eyes jolted open. He sucked in a sharp breath and sat up too quickly, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. A dull ache spread through his chest and limbs, not crippling, just enough to remind him that something terrible had happened. His wounds were gone, his body had healed as it always did, but the exhaustion sat deep in his bones, heavier than anything he’d ever felt. Rain tapped steadily against the glass walls surrounding the room. Outside, the night was dark, washed in streaks of water and distant lightning. For a moment, Michael just stared, trying to pie
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The noiseless room was now quiet, no echoes, no hum of machines, just the dull weight of silence pressing down. Michael sat on the floor with his back against the wall, right where he and Alex had ended their last spar. The faint marks on the ground were still there, scuffed lines from boots, cracked tiles from impacts. Proof that it had all been real. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tight. His shoulders shook once, then stilled. “I froze.” He said quietly, his voice sounding strange to his own ears. “I had her. I actually had her… And I stopped.” His jaw clenched. “I hesitated because I thought she could still be saved. And because of that…” His fingers dug into his palms. “You’re gone.” The words sat heavy in the air. “You trusted me. You stood in front of that blast like it was nothing. Like my life was worth more than yours.” A bitter laugh slipped out. “What kind of student lets his master die for him? What kind of conqueror am I if I can't save the peo
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Michael stared at the rectangular box in silence. It lay open on the table, its contents arranged with careful precision, as if whoever packed it understood the weight of what it represented. Inside was a full military uniform, nothing flashy or excessive, yet it carried a quiet authority that pressed into the room. The fabric was dark and structured, clean lines running through it, designed to sit close to the body without restricting movement. The jacket bore sharp shoulders and a high collar, firm but elegant, with blue markings stitched in patterns that hinted at rank. The trousers were neatly folded beneath, tailored for both form and function. Even the gloves, boots, and cap were placed with intent, each piece seeming to belong exactly where it was. It wasn’t ceremonial or decorative. It was made for command. Michael reached out slowly, his fingers brushing against the fabric. It was heavier than he expected, not in weight, but in meaning. His throat tightened. “Your father
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The punch sent Michael flying backward across the open space, his body cutting through the air in a sharp arc. For a split second, gravity tried to pull him down hard and fast, but he refused to let it. Not here, especially not while wearing this uniform. He twisted his body midair, boots skimming past the concrete floor, and landed cleanly on his feet with a loud scrape that echoed through the chamber. He straightened slowly, his shoulders squared and his breath even. Then he lifted his head. His opponent stood a few steps away, rolling his neck like this was nothing more than a warm-up. The man was close to Michael’s height and build, lean but solid, the kind of body shaped by years of real combat rather than showy training. He wore a plain, worn-out t-shirt that clung to his torso, revealing arms layered with old scars, knife cuts, burn marks, things that told stories without words. Michael’s eyes drifted upward. Above the open space, behind thick metal railings, five figures
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The five war experts shot up from their seats almost in unison, metal chairs screeching harshly against the floor. “Have you gone mad?!” One of them barked. “You’ll bring the entire structure down!” Michael straightened, dust still drifting around him like smoke after an explosion. He casually rolled his shoulders once, looking bored out of his wits, then looked up at them with a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “That entertaining enough for you?” For a brief moment, none of them answered. The experts, who were legends carved into history through blood and war, stared down at him in stunned disbelief. No one had spoken to them like this in decades. No one had dared. But even in their shock, there was a trace of grim understanding. A Scofield doing the unthinkable wasn’t exactly unprecedented. It ran in the blood. Power, arrogance, defiance, it was practically genetic. One of them snapped out of it first and pointed sharply toward the man Michael had defeated earlier. “Get him ou
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Michael moved through the battlefield like water finding its path—smooth, deliberate, unstoppable. Every step, every turn, every strike carried the weight of Alex’s teachings. He didn’t rush. He didn’t waste motion. He let the chaos come to him and answered it with precision. Soldiers charged, fired, shouted orders, but none of it broke his focus. His body moved on instinct now, muscle memory sharpened by training and grief alike.Each takedown landed heavy in his chest.These weren’t faceless enemies. They were Scofield soldiers. Men and women raised to protect the empire. Raised to protect him. Somewhere along the line, they had chosen Mira. Or maybe they believed in her vision. Or maybe they were just following orders, the same way soldiers always did. Michael felt the sting of it with every blow he landed, but he didn’t stop.They had made their choices.And so had he.A blade came toward his side—he caught the wrist, twisted, disarmed, and struck the soldier unconscious with the