The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 417 Despicable Actions

Sanctum of Darkness had clearly come well-prepared this time. Besides their elite forces, their mid and low-level combatants were also quite formidable. Most of the members on Orson Harding's side were only at the Battle Master level, making them significantly outclassed by the enemy. In no time, dozens of their people had fallen.

"Damn it!" Orson Harding shouted angrily after cutting down an opponent, then he raised his blade and charged towards one of Sanctum of Darkness's deputy commanders.

"You must be that Captain, right?" The enemy man gave Orson Harding a disdainful look. "Today, you Glavale people are going to die, and none of you will escape."

"You can go to hell!" Orson yelled back and launched an attack.

"Idiot!" The man sneered. "With your level of strength, you dare to roam around Place of Darkness? You're an embarrassment!"

With that, he raised his blade to counter Orson's attack. Orson was at the Warlord Preliminary stage, while the enemy was a level above him. After just a few exchanges, Orson Harding had several bloody wounds on his body.

"I've heard so much about how formidable Glavaleans are, but it seems like it's all talk," the enemy man taunted. "With your current strength, you dare to wander around Place of Darkness? It's truly shameful."

"Go to hell!" Orson roared and launched another attack.

"Ha!" As they clashed once more, the man managed to strike Orson's right arm, causing a spray of blood.

"Captain!" A man with a crew cut rushed over.

"Oh, another one seeking death?" The enemy man sneered.

"I killed you!" The man with the crew cut roared and charged at the enemy.

plan to kill me?" The enemy man mocked as he struck the crew-cut man

weaker than his opponent, was sent flying

a

die today!" the

his opponent, and within just a few rounds, his body was covered in wounds. Seeing this, Orson Harding furrowed his brow and retreated,

order a retreat! Otherwise, all we will die here today!" one of the five men

Orson roared, slashing one of

other four men

still standing here? Get back and fight!" Orson Harding roared at the

pain. It was their brother-in-arms who had fought alongside them, and he had been slain by Orson Harding with a single strike. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through the man's shoulder, and he felt his right arm, along with his large knife, fall to the ground, blood gushing out like a fountain. "Ah!" the bald-headed man cried out in pain. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to

Orson Harding shuddered and wasted no

ruthless, huh?" the opposing man taunted with a smirk. "But you

no more attention to the bald-headed man and swiftly chased after Orson Harding. In

quickly turned to block the attack

on his arm. He was sent stumbling backward about seven or eight steps. What filled him with despair was that he hadn't even stabilized his footing when the opponent's blade came slashing down again. Given his

in desperation. Without hesitation, he pulled one of his

chest, turning

you..." the man gasped painfully

other men nearby cried out in anguish as they witnessed the scene. However, they didn't dare vent their anger at Orson Harding. Instead, their faces filled with fury as they raised their own large knives and charged at the man from Sanctum of

guys still sacrifice your lives for him? I must say, I'm quite

declared. He then swiftly attacked with his blade, striking down the three men who were only at the Battle Master

die!" Just then, a furious shout