The First Heir

Chapter 2282

The grand elder sighed and looked at Roger, who was in his peak condition at the moment. He grabbed Roger’s shoulder and said with a smile, “Let me do it. Little Monkey can’t do without your guidance. You’re the executor of the God Creation Project. If something happens to you, everything we’ve done before will be in vain.”

“Grand Elder?” Roger was puzzled and looked at the grand elder.

The grand elder smiled, seemingly with pride. He said, “I’ve lived long enough. It’s good to do something that will benefit the whole world. Leave the rest to me. The Clarke family still needs you to preside over.

After saying that, the grand elder pulled Roger back. At the same time, he unleashed the power of the source of kingship from the palm of his hand directly into Roger’s heart.

Seeing this, Roger’s face was full of shock. The grand elder had nearly caught up with Juno Yarrow when Roger shouted, “Grand Elder!”

The grand elder’s white clothes fluttered as he stood with his hands behind his back Without looking back, he raised his hand as if he was grabbing a chick. He caught hold of Juno and left the sea, heading straight for Cochly Mountain.

“Roger Clarke, you’re the head of the Clarke family. You’re the guardian of this civilization! The fate of the human race lies in your hands!”

grand elder’s voice was heard all over

was accompanied by Juno’s indignant roar,

respect. With the strength of one person, he would block the stargate and protect the

should be

not diminish as he shouted angrily, “Dragon Knights, move out! Announce to all countries and regions! Those who obstruct my

Thud, thud, thud!

island next to Arcadia Island, the

red robes embroidered with golden dragons marched forth. In an instant, these Dragon Knights walked on the sea and in the air, heading to all

the Golden Order from the Clarke

countries at the border saw the Dragon Knights, they were terrified and offered compensation before retreating a

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Country M and Country Y, eight Dragon

the metropolis. They were more like

Country M, an old man with gray hair and eyebrows, flew into a rage as he yelled at his subordinates, “Shut up! You guys are lousy subordinates! No one knows Orienta better than

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