The Supreme War God Has Returned!

Chapter 006 – Departing West End

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“Thank you, Sir Supreme War God, for your priceless contributions to the country!” the six men shouted at the top of their lungs, their voices loud, sincere, and filled with reverence.

“Please go settle your matters in peace!” one of them continued, his fists pressed into the ground. “We will take over from where you stopped and ensure none of your great work is ever undone!”

Zach stopped.

He didn’t turn around immediately.

Instead, for a single moment, he stood there, his back straight, his shoulders steady, and his eyes hidden from their view.

Then he turned his head slightly, casting them a sideways glance.

And something happened… something so rare that all six would later swear they had imagined it.

His lips curved slightly into a small, genuine smile. Then he nodded his head once and resumed walking.

This time, he didn’t stop again.

It took a moment… one that felt painfully long before the six men regained their senses.

And when they finally did, their already reddened eyes darkened further, turning crimson as their emotion surged uncontrollably.

Tears streamed freely from their eyes without restraint... not the dignified kind of tears men like them were trained to shed, but intense, ugly tears that came from the chest.

“Thank you… Sir Supreme War God!”

All six kowtowed three times toward the direction Zach had disappeared, their foreheads striking the ground with dull thuds.

Each impact felt heavier than the last, as though they were bowing not just to a man… but to an era that had ended.

Their hearts clenched painfully in their chests.

It felt as if something vital had just been torn away from them… something irreplaceable.

And the most terrifying part was that none of them knew if they would ever see him again… or if that empty space would ever be filled.

Meanwhile…

Zach didn’t stop again after departing. Not once.

He walked forward with steady steps, his posture relaxed, and his pace unhurried, appearing as though he had simply finished an ordinary meeting instead of abandoning a nation that worshipped him.

The battlefield around him was still roaring with celebration.

Soldiers still laughed, cried, shouted his name, and embraced one another. Some still fired guns into the air, while others had already collapsed to their knees in relief.

The air was still thick with victory, relief, and unrestrained joy.

And Zach passed straight through it all.

However, no one noticed. No, not even a single soul spared him a second glance.

First, it was because everyone was too busy celebrating the Supreme War God’s complete victory for Country Aran.

Second… because no one recognized the Supreme War God when he was not in his oversized cloak and mask.

The irony was almost funny.

The man they were screaming their lungs out for was currently scrolling amidst them, but they all failed to notice.

If only any of them knew, they probably would’ve fainted on the spot.

As for Zach, watching the wildly jubilating army, his lips couldn’t help but twitch faintly.

The small smile from earlier still lingered on his face.

He walked through the sea of cheers, feeling oddly detached yet strangely comforted, like someone listening to music from another room.

For the first time in a long while, the noise didn’t irritate him; it warmed him just a little.

Ultimately, he released a soft sigh and changed direction, heading toward the only airport in West End.

There were no escorts, no farewells, and no grand send-off.

Instead, Zachariah Rex, a man of immense wealth, unmatched authority, and a legend forged in blood and steel, abandoned it all without hesitation, boarding a humble economy flight with nothing but his worn backpack and uniform.