The First Heir

30,000 heavily armed combatants in armor stood in front of the Nonagon building.

Reed Williams stood proudly in front with his imposing figure. Behind him were all armored soldiers. All sorts of combat vehicles filled the nearby streets. Fighter planes hovered in the sky.

The whole situation was on the verge of breaking out. The Nonagon building was also alerted immediately. All members were dispatched.

All the guards on station as well as hundreds of door disciples responsible for the security of the Nonagon and liaison with various divisions received an urgent order to defend the Nonagon headquarters at all costs.

Swoosh!

One by one, figures descended from the sky, emerged from the ground below, appeared out of thin air, or gradually solidified in human forms from flames, waves of water, liquefied iron, and so forth.

All of them, with chills on their faces, stood in a row in front of the Nonagon building.

haughty look as they stood or crouched with arms akimbo or crossed. Their eyes coldly scanned the 30,000 combatants in

Disciples of the door!

word of such an astonishing scene spread to the outside world, it

and several other institutions would be

precautions and cleared everything within

were brought away by the

this moment, within a ten-mile radius of the Nonagon, only

door with supernatural powers who looked aloof and arrogant, the 30,000 combatants showed no

the wind. With an indifferent face, a glint flashed in his

been a long time since

sighed inwardly and stood with his hands behind his back. His long and slender fingers moved slightly. From his expression, he seemed to be

vest. He had a stoic angular face and a pair of deep-set eyes with a hint of gray in his hair. He sipped a cup of freshly brewed coffee in his hand. This person was nearly 1.9 meters tall, broad and sturdy like a bear. His hair

of the Nonagon. The actual