Salute To The General

The Volkian soldiers seemed to be in disarray as they charged toward their enemies.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Before the soldiers could even aim their weapons, they were already riddled with bullet holes.

Emerging from the chaos was a tall, good-looking gentleman in a Eurasian military uniform who led a fierce battle squad behind him. That person was none other than the Dragon of the West, Lucas Ziegler. Gazing at the sea of flames and the disorganized Ares Squad, Lucas ordered coldly, "Kill all of them. And find Volk's God of War, Isaiah Swift. I want him dead, just like the rest of them. Remember, you only have fifteen minutes, so make it count. Now go!"

The Ten Tigers of the West, the Fearless Eighteen, and more than three hundred elites of the West then stampeded to the Ares Squad headquarters like a herd of bison.

Obviously, they had taken the Volkian army by complete surprise.

While the two armies violently threw themselves at each other, Lucas hunted for Isaiah amidst the chaos.

All of a sudden, Lucas was confronted by a dozen Volkian soldiers armed with sub-machine guns.

Even though they fired their weapons on sight, the man moved so swiftly that none of them landed a shot.

Not only did Lucas manage to dodge all the bullets, but he also went past the soldiers as though they were not even there.

of his triangular bayonet, the enemies behind

his rifle at

sense that he was in danger, Lucas skillfully kicked a pebble on the ground and sent it piercing through

was determined to kill anyone who would get

high-ranking officers appeared before Lucas, and leading them

was furious. "You dare attack us with this laughable army of

thought you said

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why I'm here

chance,"

the officers beside him roared at Lucas in

look down

our reinforcements arrive! By

to dirty his hands. I'll be the one to snuff you

With that,