The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 197 Striking The Heart Of The Enemies

Chapter 197 Striking the Heart of the Enemies

"Hmm!?" Lincoln Romero was slightly taken aback when he heard Billy's words. "You guys are from Glavale?"

"Hand over the person!" Casey said in a low voice.

Lincoln Romero snorted coldly. "You Glavale people are getting more and more arrogant. Just three of you want to come to Oriana for someone! Do you think that Oriana has no one left?"

"Enough talk, die!" Casey responded coldly.

"I've heard that everyone from Glavale is a martial arts genius. Let me learn something today!" Lincoln Romero shouted angrily as his aura burst forth, causing all the men in Dao robes behind him to be blown away.

"Take this palm strike from me!" Then, with a deep voice, he used all his strength to strike at Casey with his palm.

Casey took two steps forward and flicked his wrist, sending out a sharp blade energy towards Lincoln Romero's attack.

Upon sensing the power of Casey's attack, Lincoln Romero's pupils shrank in shock. It was only then that he realized that he had greatly underestimated Casey's strength.

Without much time to think about it, he quickly withdrew his move and crossed both arms in front of him while using all his chi to form a defensive shield around himself in an attempt to block this blade energy attack. However, he was unable to withstand such an attack from someone who was two levels higher than him.

After the blade's edge passed, Lincoln Romero's two palms fell to the ground, and at the same time, a line of blood appeared across his chest. A massive amount of fresh blood gushed out.

"Ah..." Lincoln Romero cried out in pain, sliding at high speed for forty to fifty meters before coming to a stop. Right after, his legs went limp and he knelt down directly, his entire body sagging like a deflated balloon. His eyes were filled with utter despair.

He himself was even stunned by the fact that he failed to withstand Casey's blade as a Warlord. Moreover, he could feel that Casey had shown mercy, otherwise he would have already lost his breath now.

'Are all of Glavale's warriors this strong?' Lincoln Romero couldn't help but wonder.

"Elder Romero!" One hundred men in Daoist robes shouted in unison.

"Can you hand him over now?" Billy spoke again, his tone casual, "If I don't see Lance Glisson within a minute, I'll slaughter your entire sect."

"You bastards, daring to harm our leader, I'll fight you to the end!"

The hundred men roared, raising their hands and charging towards Billy and his group.

"Stop!" Lincoln Romero shouted hysterically, "You are not their match, don't go up and die!"

Before his words had even settled, Casey had already cleaved forty of them at least in half with a single stroke. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"STOP IT, STOP!" Lincoln Romero shouted again.

This time, he didn't even need to shout. The remaining people turned pale and trembled as they retreated to their original positions. Casey's skills had filled them with despair. He was on a

completely different level than them, and in his hands, they were nothing more than insects.

"Where is he?" Billy looked at Lincoln Romero.

"I... I already handed him over to the war department... he should have been taken to the military camp by now..." Lincoln Romero spoke with difficulty.

"Hmm!?" A wave of anger emanated from Billy, "Where exactly?"

"At... the headquarters base outside the capital city..." Lincoln Romero responded again.

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp gust of wind swept out from Billy's hand like a blade. In the next moment, Lincoln Romero's head flew up into the air with an extremely unwilling expression on his face.

As one of Oriana's few Warlords, Lincoln Romero held a high status and position in Oriana. He had been looking forward to a promising future, but little did he know it would all end just like that, in his untimely death.

"Elder Romero!!!"

Fifty disciples in Daoist robes cried out in pain, their faces filled with despair.

"Boss, what should we do with these people?" Stout asked.

"Execute them!" Billy's voice was heavy.

With Lance Glisson's fate uncertain, his heart was weighed down. There was no way these people could be allowed to live.

"Got it!" Stout responded.

"No!" Dozens of people exclaimed at the same time, scrambling to one side.

However, their teleportation speed could not be compared, who was a Warlord. In less than two minutes, they all collapsed.

"Go to the capital of Oriana!"

Billy said in a deep voice and turned around. Casey followed closely behind him.

The news of the Sacred Light Sect quickly spread throughout Oriana's territory. The sect leader and five hundred disciples were killed by a mysterious group. After hearing this news, martial artists from Oriana mobilized to intercept the killers.

Billy and his companions encountered ten waves of interceptors along the way, including one hundred Battle Generals, twenty Battle Gods, and five Warlords!

There was no suspense in the outcome. Without exception, they were all killed.

The news spread again through Oriana's martial arts community.

'Who are these individuals with such skills? Are they attempting to bring down all of Oriana?' The question lingered in everyone's thought.

This time, there weren't many people who dared to stand up anymore. Everyone cowered in the face of such powerful opponents. Among the five Warlords who had been killed were two Half-Step War Grandmasters. It is said that neither could withstand even one slash from their attacker. Accordingly, they knew their opponents were at least Tier-two War Grandmasters, while there were only a few who had reached the mid-level of this martial realm in Oriana.

As time went on, another piece of news began to circulate once again.

The three of the mysterious group were from Glavale and their goal was to rescue a vice general captured by the Oriana war department. Upon hearing this news, Oriana was in an uproar. To save one person, they killed so many powerful warriors from Oriana.

Glavale couldn't be underestimated; they were indeed formidable.

When Billy and his two companions arrived at the Oriana war department that Lincoln Romero had mentioned, it was already night time. The entire base was brightly lit with guards stationed both inside and outside. They were all armed to the teeth with guns and looked tense.

Three sets of footsteps sounded as three figures appeared on the wide road outside the gate of the base, two kilometers away.

"Stop!" Ten soldiers raised their guns and pointed them at Billy's group. "KNEEL, or face immediate execution!"

Boom!

A vicious gust of wind swept forth. Ten men were sent flying into the air, their bodies simultaneously exploding, and after the blood mist cleared, ten semi-automatic rifles fell to the ground.

"Damn it!" a furious roar rang out, "Open fire!"

Bullets rained down like a storm towards the trio, an impenetrable barrage, a shocking display of firepower. However, what filled them with despair was the fact that each speeding bullet, about four to five meters away from the three figures, dropped to the ground as if hitting an impenetrable barrier, creating a crisp sound upon impact.

Whoosh!

Billy's eyes darkened, and he raised his hand, sending a powerful gust sweeping towards the ground. The bullets seemed to be suspended in midair as if enchanted.

In the next moment, countless bullets shot towards the opponents, like an unstoppable force, each finding its mark on the foreheads of the surrounding armed men. In less than five minutes, all the hundreds of armed men were lying on the ground, each of them shot in the head.

"Retreat! The enemy is too strong!" a voice filled with terror sounded, and the remaining armed men quickly fell back to their base.

Billy and his companions continued forward and soon arrived at a point a hundred meters away from the entrance of the base.