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.

Lord Kane, Alexander.

was a canvas of fear and madness as though petrified one

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

“If I’m going to die anyway, Alexander, I’m

a gleaming silver-white gun from his belt, his finger slamming down on the

The gun spat fire.

this was

take down Alexander.

bullet, ablaze with a fiery

“Temple Lord!”

“Sir!”

“Watch out!”

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instant, the Temple Lord’s personal guards and George-who was just a breath away-felt

hearts

Briscoe with his attendants

dangerously

silver-white gun was the latest issue for Umbracia’s military,

could fly at

it would take less than a blink for the

strong one might

did not even

dodged bullets with the

right hand and caught the speeding bullet as

bullet mid-air, despite it

churned with an inner power, effortlessly diffusing the bullet’s deadly force before he

a calm detachment. “Sorry to say, but

don’t do the trick

on me.”

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