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Chapter 1095 Thirty Thousand Strong

Chapter 1095 Thirty Thousand Strong

Soon after, Lord Protector smiled and said, "Mr. Wind, there's no need to be so angry. It's just a little Chris, isn't it? What's the big deal? Why get so worked up?"

Leif Wind glanced at Lord Protector and said impatiently, "So what do you suggest I do now that the Dragon Emblem fragment is in Chris' hands?"

"Simple!" Lord Protector calmly replied. "Since Chris wants Wind family to hand me over within three days, and if they don't, he will come and destroy Wind family, why don't we set a trap? After three days, Chris will willingly walk into the trap!"

"Hill Cloudtop belongs to Wind family. Once Chris arrives, it's certain death for him!"

Finally, a sly smile appeared on Lord Protector's face.

Hearing this, Leif Wind's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Great idea!"

"Hehehe," Leif Wind chuckled triumphantly. "Chris really doesn't know any better, daring to threaten to come and destroy my Wind family! If he dares to come, I'll make sure he meets his end! I want everyone to know that the Wind family is not to be trifled with!"

As he spoke, a cold, murderous intent flickered in Leif Wind's eyes.

At the same time, Leif Wind glanced deeply at Lord Protector, secretly feeling wary of the old fox. Everything was being orchestrated by Lord Protector, leaving Wind family to bear the brunt of it all. A sense of caution towards Lord Protector arose in his heart.

However, Lord Protector didn't concern himself with such thoughts. He picked up his tea cup and took a sip. The struggle between Wind family and Chris, regardless of the outcome, was beneficial to him. If Wind family emerged victorious, it would be ideal. Killing Chris, the foremost war god of Amerosia, would be a severe blow to the current Master William, clearing a significant obstacle from his path to seize Master William's position. If Chris were to triumph... well, Wind family was in a cooperative relationship with him. Even if Chris destroyed Wind family, it wouldn't cause him any loss. On the contrary, Lord Protector could then incite the strength of the other nine heritage families to aid him in vying for the position of Master William.

From his perspective, regardless of the outcome, he would be in a secure position.

Leif Wind, with a stern look, glanced at Invincible and said, "Invincible, I'm giving you a chance to make amends. Get ready, if Chris dares to come within three days, you must kill him for me!" "This is your last chance. If you fail..."

Leif Wind sneered.

"Master, I swear to complete the mission!" Invincible immediately declared.

"Good," Leif Wind continued. "The second task is to retrieve all the Dragon Emblem fragments for me. Do you understand?"

Having said this, Leif Wind gave a threatening look to Lord Protector.

Lord Protector remained unperturbed, as if he hadn't noticed any of this.

Leif Wind felt disinterested and could only glare at Invincible. Considering Invincible's status as an elder of Wind family, he decided to give him one final chance. If Invincible failed again, Leif Wind wouldn't hesitate to act ruthlessly. Wind family had no use for incompetence.

"Understood, I'll remember," Invincible said respectfully, nodding.

Taking a deep breath, Invincible clenched his fists. He knew this was his last chance. If he failed once more, Leif Wind would surely have him killed.

But this time, he felt confident. Although Chris was formidable, this was Wind family! Compared to the ancient, prestigious lineage of the Wind family, Chris was nothing but a mere ant. Some heritage couldn't be compensated for by time alone.

If Chris dared to come...

Invincible looked down at his fractured arm, a faintly fierce glint in his eyes. He was determined to make sure Chris would have no return!

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Simultaneously, on the East Coast...

Chris glanced at Tiger and asked, "Any news from Wind family?" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Tiger shook his head and replied, "None! Boss, Wind family hasn't given any news. It seems they won't hand over Hall of Death Lord Jenson!"

Upon hearing this, Chris smiled. This outcome was expected.

After all, Wind family was a heritage family. If they readily surrendered, they wouldn't be the Wind family.

But in Chris' mind, Wind family was akin to internet trolls. They were quick to talk tough from behind their screens, but a good beating would shut them up. Ultimately, Wind family just needed a good thrashing. Confused, Tiger asked, "Boss, I don't understand. You knew Wind family wouldn't hand over Hall of Death Lord Jenson, so why did you let Invincible goback to inform Wind family and give them a heads up?" These past few days, Tiger had been unable to comprehend this matter. After being with Chris for so long, he often felt his intellect fell short. Ugh! It was frustrating to feel intellectually inferior. Chris glanced at Tiger and said, "When you understand, it'll be too late."

Upon hearing this, Tiger fell silent. He was afraid that speaking would expose his intellectual inadequacy.

Chris didn't want to waste time with Tiger. He calmly stated, "Go summon James Mester, Phoenix, and the others. Prepare for a gathering to rally the forces of the entire East Coast."

"Wind family is refusing to send Hall of Death Lord Jenson? No problem. If they don't send him, I will personally go and get him! When I say I'll destroy Wind family, I mean it. I never go back on my word." "Yes, I'll prepare immediately," Tiger responded without hesitation and left respectfully.

Soon, James Mester, Phoenix, and others gathered at the Martial Hall arena. Alongside them were one hundred thousand Martial Hall disciples, one hundred thousand East Coast Security Company employees, and one hundred thousand Guards of Death. A total of three hundred thousand strong stood densely packed, covering the arena like an unbroken sea.

Each of them exuded a strong, militant air, having undergone transformation through blood and fire in several battles. They were true warriors.

Chris surveyed them all. The fervent admiration in their eyes was palpable.

Everyone had witnessed Chris' strength. Whether it was Ghost Sect or Hall of Death, they had all been utterly vanquished under Chris' feet. With his strength, Chris had conquered them all. In their eyes, Chris wasn't a mere mortal. He was a god, a war god.

As Chris gazed into the eager eyes of the three hundred thousand, a surge of emotion overwhelmed him. This was the ironclad East Coast he had built with his own hands.

It was not long ago that Chris had arrived at East Coast as an outcast, scorned by all, without status or position, subject to ridicule.

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