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.

them had a haughty look as they stood or crouched with arms akimbo or crossed. Their eyes

Disciples of the door!

could fight off a hundred. If word of such an astonishing scene spread

truth hidden by the Nonagon and several other institutions would be made

advanced precautions and cleared everything

citizens were brought away by the combat

a ten-mile radius of the Nonagon, only the people of the Nonagon and

with supernatural powers who looked aloof and arrogant, the 30,000 combatants showed no trace of fear. Just like fighting machines, they

the wind. With an indifferent face, a glint flashed in his eyes. He instantly figured out the strength of

been a long time since

and slender fingers moved

checkered 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 was combed back and he had

he was the deputy consul of the Nonagon. The actual person in charge of the