The Almighty Dragon General

James fell silent.

"You're coming up with another cruel idea, aren't you?" Thea frowned.

"Like when you exterminated the Doom Race once?" "No," James replied after some consideration, lifting his head.

" They'll be going into the River of Time with me to hold down the entrance so the past form can't escape." "With their current power level?" Thea was shocked.

James narrowed his eyes.

"I instructed Wyot to select a group of elites and elevate them to Daeclon Mahayanas.

A magic circle has also been prepared, but..." "But what?" Thea asked nervously.

"They might lose all their memories permanently, including those about themselves." A deep frown etched itself on James' forehead.

"That is, if we fail to kill the past form of Wuia Reincarnation Soremsia." Thunderstruck by the explanation, Thea staggered backward.

Race elites who would guard the entrance

how powerful they were, they would forget

nothing but shells of their

was part of her husband's plan, and

be a price to pay if they wanted to

Haleth Realm—that was James—could negate that cost, for he would be facing someone on his level—the previous Lord of

reaction filled James' heart with

fury,

shout, "James, are you guys in there? It's urgent!" Thea and James snapped out of it and

Wyot was alone outside.

had no team with him, but he appeared to be in a

included in the plan as well?" Thea

and, with

why him?"

the Doom Race's elites are done for! If Wyot can't even remember who he is, how can he be a lieutenant, let alone your best one? "Then what was the point of training him? What was