The Invincible Warlord’s Vengeful Awakening by Adam Jonson

Chapter 13

ght. Lucretia was jolted awake by a haunting nightmare that gripped her heart.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she rushed out of her room and found herself standing outside the imposing gates of the Pemberley Mansion.

The night sky wept incessantly, as raindrops cascaded down upon her bare feet.

Yet she remained oblivious to the cold and discomfort they brought

In the solitude of the rain- night. Lucretia’s emotions surged forth like a tempest.

Her voice, filled with a mixture of hatred and longing, pierced through the air. “Xavier, I hate you. That night, you heartlessly hurt me. I hate you. I tried to forget you, but you appeared in my world in this way.

“But I hate myself more became realize love you

“Xavier, I love you.”

The emotions pent up in Lucretia’s heart erupted like a wild beast at that moment,

Tears mingled with raindrops as they streamed down Lucretia’s face, her anguish laid bare for the world to witness.

Linda, drawn by the commotion, silently approached, providing shelter from the rain with an umbrella. She stood by Lucretia’s side, offering support in her own quiet way.

In the distance, Helena, cloaks Lin darkness, observed the scene with a morbid curiosity. Her voice carried a hint of cynicism as she muttered to hell. “What is love Is it more interesting than killing?”

Meanwhile, at a military airport located in Oceanheim, a formidable force awaited its call to battle.

Tens of thousands of leavenrage Legion soldiers were ready for hattle.

Xavier, donne in battle attire, took center stage, addressing his loyal men with a commanding presence.

Xavier’s voice resonated through the air, rallying his comrades who had fought shoulder to shoulder. “Men of the Heavenrage on, where are you?”

The soldiers responded with fervor, “Alaric is here!”

“Barnaby is here!”

Cornelius is here!”

The deafening roars echoed through the heavens, even tearing the clouds in half.

With resounding roars, Xavier continued, igniting the spirit of his Warriors, “The War of the Hundred Kingdoms is about to begin. The enemy is fierce. Let me ask you, are you afraid?”

“Not at all!”

Their unified response echoed across the tarmac, shaking the very foundation of their resolve.

invade Avaloria, no matter how far and who they are, we will have to bring

Heavenrage Legion,

was run by her family, and working in

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below, then withdrew

semblance of solace. He said, “Xavier, it is hard to know what women think. Don’t take her words to heart. She might change her mind in a

wearing a skeptical expression, regarded Barnaby with disdain. “Do you understand women?” he retorted. challenging Barnaby’s claim

embarrassment evident. He stammered, trying to salvage his credibility, “A bit, just a bit.”

and with a hint of amusement, he remarked, “Really? It seems like all of you have stor share in

swept his gaze over the faces of his seven

Barnaby smirked.

as well

kept silent with his head

demeanor, while Eamon, seemingly unfazed, nonchalantly smoked, offering no insight into his

time, in the

at the front lines three days

three routes

part of the

was guarding the western part of the Northern Territory

was guarding the southern part of the Northern

the Frostfire Legion’s defense line, in a dense forest, tanks with mysterious

from the Windfury Legion, the most intimidating among the twelve legions of Avaloria

saying circulated

Legion, mission

in command of the Windfury Legion, Michael, sat on a 30-foot-long cylindrical object,

head and patted the cylinder beneath him, sighing. “Old buddy, I hope

in the

powerful coalition known as the Punishers had assembled, representing thirteen ditriem real including Eldoria,

furrowed his brow, his mind burdened with the weight of past

a Wamnor level powerhouse

foot on this Lad, but he

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grandfather fought here, and he also failed.

a stand. Great-grandfather, grandfather, I

Avaloria’s soil”

Alron from Maritania invites you to a pre-war meeting

man wielding a broadsword approached behind Simon.

a Warrior-level powerhouse from the Sacredhill

formidable Warrior, Yvette Blythe, also hailing from Eldoria, arrived at the scene. Together,

see the War of

turned around, his gaze fixed on Quentin, seeking

ten Warrior-level sokliers, twice the number of any other nation. With the combined strength of our three

his expression growing serious, “according to reliable intelligence, the Frostfire Legion guarding the Northern Territory has only ten