Chapter 830 Get Him

Amidst the yellow sand of Mysonna, a figure zipped past, swiftly heading west while leaving a cloud of yellow dust in his wake.
Amidst the yellow sand of Mysonna, a figure zipped past, swiftly heading west while leaving a cloud of yellow dust in his wake.

Right then, Jonathan had already crossed the national borders and entered well into Chanaea's territory.

From afar, at the west of Saosa Desert, he spotted the remnants of the desert poplar that stood at a height of less than a hundred meters.

When he had drawn closer, a wide grin split his face as he caught sight of the car parked under the tree.

“Sure enough, my homeland has far better security. I've parked my car at this spot for a long time. But then, it's still here.”

Climbing into the driver's seat, he took out the key and inserted it into the ignition.

Boom!

Like a fountain, yellow sand sprayed twenty to thirty meters high, scattering into the sky. Jonathan lay on the yellow sand, his life force healing his wounds at lightning speed.

Argh! Someone attached a bomb to my car!

“I'll definitely kill that person if I find out who did this!” he snarled through gritted teeth, glaring at the SUV that had been blown to pieces.

Jonathan sprinted the rest of the hundred miles. It took him until sundown before he finally glimpsed the outline of Northern Crimson Prison.

Although Northern Crimson Prison had already been destroyed then, reconstruction was on the Mysonna Army's agenda.

There were still armed guards on the city walls that had collapsed at the west.

“Reporting in! It's detected that a living creature is rapidly approaching from the west at eighty kilometers per hour, suspected of being a cultivator!”

Following that bellow, the soldiers stationed on the west wall lifted their guns and pointed them at the west.

In the desert, a cloud of dust whizzed forward at high speed.

“Fire!”

The instant that order rang out, two crisp pops split the air as two snipers on the watchtower opened fire.


Clink! Clink!

A burst of golden light shimmered before Jonathan, and the two bullets from the sniper rifles bounced off, one after another.

“These little brats are vigilant!” Jonathan commented with a gratified smile upon sensing the immense impact.

Nonetheless, he didn't slow down. Instead, he put on a burst of speed and charged toward Northern Crimson Prison.

Since Northern Crimson Prison was Mysonna's last distribution stop, its restoration was of the essence. Alas, the Mysonna Army had suffered heavy losses. Despite the thirty thousand people transferred over from the Zaidham Army and the Northern Army, they were all in the process of adapting.

In truth, only some four thousand rubble-clearing soldiers were at Northern Crimson Prison presently.

Only a few hundred soldiers stood guard outside, with merely about a hundred on the west side. Thus, firepower was limited.

For that reason, the rifle bullets couldn't harm a hair on Jonathan's head despite the plinking sounds on the protective shield.

During the last few hundred meters, the man unleashed his skills to the maximum. His figure flashed so quickly that even the two outstanding snipers couldn't lock onto him.

“Damn you! I'll die with you!”

Seeing that Jonathan was already close to them, the commander on the city walls roared before rushing toward him with two grenades in hand.

“Whoa!”

Dodging the commander, Jonathan made a hand seal and confined the spiritual energy around the man.

On the heels of that, he snatched the two grenades, whose pins had been removed, away and flung them far into the distance.

Dozens of meters away, two muffled blasts sounded in succession.

Jonathan waved a hand and dispelled the spiritual energy around the commander.

“I'm Jonathan Goldstein!” he cried out at the top of his lungs.

“I don't f*cking care!”

Whipping out a dagger, the commander swung it at Jonathan's neck.

Left with no other choice, Jonathan again used spiritual energy to restrain the man.

He massaged his throbbing temples and muttered, “I forgot that my identity is classified for the lot of you.”

At the sight of the dozens of muzzles pointing at him, he used his spiritual sense to rummage around in his storage ring.

“This is my military seal. I'm Asura!” Jonathan asserted.

He tossed the lion military seal into the commander's hand.

The mention of Asura promptly made the commander's heart jolt.

He scrutinized the military seal in his hand for a long moment. In the end, he made a call to his superior to verify Jonathan's identity and authenticated the man as Asura.

No one had ever expected Asura himself to personally inspect the soldiers' progress in clearing the rubble. The news spread, resulting in the entire Northern Crimson Prison plunging into an uproar.

Jonathan gazed down at the four thousand people gathered below, inexorably feeling a touch anguished.

As a cultivator, he had military power over Asura's Office and could make the whole world tremble.

Yet, the eight strong troops mostly comprised young men of flesh and blood.

In other words, they were guarding Chanaea's territory with their mortal bodies.

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