Chapter 0244

“Temple Lord Kane…”

At the harbor, Orion held Tobias’ lifeless body, his gaze frozen as warplanes and armored vehicles

closed in fast. Even the simplest mind could piece together Alexander’s true identity.

He was no doubt the Lord of War, the Temple Lord himself.

In the heart of Regulus Windsur, military factions and shadowy powers abounded with names like

‘Ghostfire Hall’, ‘Crimson Hall’, ‘God King Hall’, and ‘Pantheon Hall’. However, only one dared to deploy

a regular army so openly, only one dared to flaunt the title ‘Temple Lord’ without a second thought.

That was the legendary Lord of War, the Temple Lord, the awe-inspiring leader of the Northern

Wyverna Frontier Corps, Alexander.

“So, the Lord of War, the Temple Lord…is called Alexander…”

It was not just Orion Ellis. Briscoe Hart, Yered Wafer, and the other attendants were all utterly shocked

by the revelation.

They were not nobodies; they were prominent figures up north. However, they had only heard whispers

of the ‘ Lord of War, the Temple Lord’, never knowing his real name, let alone that he was Mister Kane.

They finally knew.

Maybe, just maybe, they wished they did not.

Temple Lord Kane’s wife had been taken, and they had nearly succeeded in assassinating Temple Lord

Kane himself, earning his fierce wrath.

Kane,

a canvas of fear

verge of a wild decision the next. His hand crept to his waist, and with a

anyway, Alexander, I’m taking

whipped out a gleaming silver-white gun from his belt, his finger

The gun spat fire.

was a man with nothing to lose. Fully aware that this

take down Alexander.

was a stealthy ambush. The bullet, ablaze with a fiery tail, hurtled straight for Alexander’s

“Temple Lord!”

“Sir!”

“Watch out!”

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the Temple Lord’s personal guards and

hearts

Briscoe with his

was dangerously close to

gun was the latest issue for Umbracia’s military, the M11SF, with a range of

bullet that could fly

moment Orion fired, it would take less than a

strong one might be,

did not

he once dodged bullets with the grace of a dancer. However, he

right hand and caught the speeding bullet as if

despite it being too quick

power, effortlessly diffusing the bullet’s

Orion with a calm detachment. “Sorry to say, but your

don’t do the trick

on me.”

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