His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0596 Three minutes...

Out on the Pacifara Bay, the Giant Whale Lord of War and the Wild Wave Lord of War were reeling, wiping blood from their lips, locking eyes, each seeing the other's disbelief. I They had miscalculated.

Both were seasoned veterans, over sixty, their bodies hardened by war and their command extending far and wide. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with, unbeatable—or so they thought. 2 However, facing the legendary Lord of War, they crumbled in an instant. Was that the power of the mightiest Lord of War? I Losing two Lords of War was not just a threat— it was something Alexander could actually pull off.

"You two Lords of War, you've been bested!" In the command centers of the Giant Whale

and Wild Wave curriers, hundreds of onlookers —spotters, military gurus, top brass—were all staring, slack-jawed at the main screen, shock written all over their faces.

Defeat was not the scary part. It was the bone- chilling intent to kill that Alexander radiated, the threat he had just made. Even through the screen, they could feel the icy edge of his fury, a volcano ready to blow.

If the Hexagonal Tower did not cough up a good excuse in the next three minutes, Alexander was going to unleash hell. No way the two top Lord of War and their massive carrier fleets were getting out of that one unscathed.

pressure only the world's strongest Lord of War could exert—a bone- chilling presence that was his

Jameson Schmidt, and his right-hand man, Wilton, stood at

the combat satellites. There was Alexander, standing tall and

missile came from, that unbeatable Lord of War was going to explode in a fury and wipe I out their Lord of War

the Bertley military base, Hesberg!" At the back of the Hexagonal Tower, a white- haired professor with gold-rimmed glasses jabbed a finger at the screen, his lips quivering: "l've got him, it was him! "Just eight hours ago, Hesberg went behind our backs,

betraying us, he's trying

with Wyverna on purpose!” Hesberg?! Jameson's entire

he snatched up the communicator from the command console, his voice quivering. "Quick, get a message to Alexander. We've pinpointed the missile's origin. Tell him to hold his fire! "It was Hesberg acting alone, the Hexagonal

satellite, reached the Pacifara Bay's expanse in

Alexander, with the sea beneath his feet, fixed his gaze towards