The War God's Homecoming
Chapter 421 The Wrath Of The Reaper

Chapter 421 The Wrath of the Reaper

"Yes, Commander!" White Tiger responded loudly, drawing his battle blade from his side.

"Commander Gardner, please reconsider!" the deputy commander of Orson Harding hurriedly approached.

"Sir, Captain Harding is a member of the Harding clan, one of the noble families in the capital city. If we execute him, I fear..."

"Are you telling me that a nobleman from a clan cannot be executed?" Billy cut him off.

"Commander Gardner, you're abusing your authority!" Orson Harding shouted.

"Furthermore, I am not your subordinate. Even if I make a mistake, it should be decided by the War Department. You have no right to execute me!"

"You're a fool!" White Tiger said in a deep voice, flicking his wrist, and the battle blade came down.

"No..." Orson Harding's voice trailed off, and his lifeless body fell to the ground.

Before the words were even spoken, a head soared into the sky, blood spraying everywhere. In mid-air, the decapitated face wore an expression of unwillingness.

As one of the most outstanding descendants of the Harding clan, his life had just begun, and he had a promising future ahead. According to the clan's arrangements for him, as long as he earned merits in Place of Darkness, he would be promoted and titled upon returning to the capital city, at least to the position of Deputy Commander of a region. He had confidence that with his abilities and the clan's resources, he could reach the position of a region governor within a few years. He had even dreamed of one day overseeing the entire War Department of Glavale. That was why he had been unwilling to retreat upon receiving White Tiger's message. He had taken a gamble - if he could kill thousands from Sanctum of Darkness, it would be a great achievement.

But now, everything was gone, including his own life. He was truly unwilling!

"Nicely done!" The crowd cheered loudly, all looking relieved.

"I have something to announce." Billy said, raising his hand to quiet the crowd.

"Starting today, all of Glavale's forces in Place of Darkness will be under the unified command of Rakshasa Hall! All of you have two options. First, apply to return to the War Department, second, stay in Place of Darkness."

Silence descended. The news was sudden and needed time to sink in for most people, especially the leaders of several factions who represented not only themselves but also their respective factions. "I'm willing to stay!" After a few minutes of silence, a man's voice broke the quiet.

"I am too!"

"Count me in!"

"Me too!"

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Once one person spoke up, others followed. Before long, except for the three faction leaders, everyone else expressed their desire to stay.

"Very well!" Billy raised his hand again. "Since you are willing to stay, from today onward, all actions will be under White Tiger's command. Any violations will be dealt with by military law!"

"Yes, Commander!" Thousands of voices resounded, deafeningly loud.

"Commander Gardner, we..." The three faction leaders stepped forward.

"I've already talked to General Wilson. You should contact him directly to arrange your positions when you return to the capital city." Billy interrupted them. He understood their situation and had no intention of making things difficult for them.

Meanwhile, at the Sanctum of Darkness headquarters.

In a meeting room, a group of men and women sat in silence, their faces showing signs of anxiety behind their masks. Soon, a man in a black robe entered, exuding a terrifying aura that caused the room's temperature to drop several degrees. This man was none other than the master of Sanctum of Darkness, known as the Reaper!

"Can someone tell me what's going on?" Sitting in the head seat, the Reaper's voice was ice-cold as he scanned the room, his gaze filled with displeasure. "Four or five thousand people, and not a single one left alive. Is this the result you guaranteed to me?"

"Lord Reaper...," a middle-aged man stammered, "From what we've learned, someone from Glavale came to support them..."

"Who?" the Reaper asked.

"It's still unclear yet. I'm... I'm having people investigate..." The middle-aged man struggled to speak.

Boom!

Before he could finish his sentence, a horrifying pressure emanated from the Reaper, and the middle-aged man's body exploded into a cloud of blood mist, vanishing into thin air.

Those qualified to sit here were at least among the top ten elders of Dark Cabinet, and their strength was at least at the War Emperor level. Yet the Reaper hadn't even made a move, and just the pressure alone had turned a War Emperor into nothingness. It was a testament to the Reaper's skill.

"As the head of the Intelligence Hall, you still haven't figured out who did this after such a major event? You're useless!" the Reaper said coldly. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Lord Reaper, please calm down!" The others trembled and hurriedly spoke up.

Just then, footsteps echoed, and a man in a gray robe entered the room. He was followed by a couple of footsteps. The room immediately fell silent.

"Lord Reaper, we've identified the individuals responsible." The man knelt before the Reaper.

"Speak!" the Reaper said in a deep voice.

"It was Commander Gardner from Glavale and his five associates." The man replied loudly.

"As expected," the Reaper's voice was ice-cold.

From the moment he received the news, the name Commander Gardner had been the first to come to his mind. "He is truly a nuisance!"

One of the women added angrily, "Lord Reaper, he has interfered with our affairs time and time again. This time, we must ensure he never leaves Place of Darkness!"

"Where is he now?" the Reaper asked, ignoring the woman and turning to the gray-robed man. "Rakshasa Hall?"

"Yes, Lord Reaper, that's correct!" the gray-robed man nodded. "Furthermore, the other four groups from Glavale have all gathered at Rakshasa Hall!"

"Send someone to keep a close eye on Rakshasa Hall. If they make any moves, report it immediately!" the Reaper ordered in a cold tone.

"Yes, my lord!" The gray-robed man rose and left the room.

"That's enough, you can all leave now!" the Reaper waved his hand to dismiss the meeting attendees.

"Inform everyone to be on high alert for the next two days," he added. "Especially those from the eight divisions. If there's any unusual activity, they must report it immediately." "Understood!" several people nodded and left.

"Lord Reaper, why aren't we taking the initiative?" the woman from earlier asked, her expression showing some confusion.

"Today's operation was kept completely under wraps until now, but Commander Gardner from Glavale managed to arrive at the Place of Darkness right away. What do you think could be the reason?" the Reaper countered.

"Are you suggesting that Rakshasa Hall might have spies near Sanctum of Darkness?" the woman asked after a moment of contemplation.

"What else could it be?" the Reaper continued, narrowing his eyes. "It'll take us at least two hours to get from here to Rakshasa Hall. If they're unwilling to engage in combat with us and decide to leave before we arrive, Rakshasa Hall will be empty by the time we get there!"

"I see." The woman replied.

"Alright, everyone, go!" the Reaper waved his hand. "If things go as planned, he'll definitely come looking for us. Instead of chasing them all over the place, we'll wait for them to come to us." "Got it!" The others nodded and got up to leave.

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