Chapter 222: Chapter 156: Dog Driven from Its Home

Sergeant Deen never imagined the day would come when the Silver Wing Legion would find itself in dire straits.

His eyes were stained red with blood, and every moment Alliance soldiers were dying around him, yet the golden-armored monsters of the Ark Kingdom showed no casualties.

Forget about finding Lord Lin Lan in the depths of Seagull City, they couldn’t even take a single step out of the port. Even with adequate Alliance forces, the strength gap between them and the enemy was staggeringly large, and the soldiers were hard-pressed to leave any mark on the enemy’s bodies even with all their might.

Deen struggled to suppress the fear in his heart and gripped his magic-guided stabbing sword tightly, long prepared to sacrifice everything for the ideals and glory of the Alliance!

The next moment, he locked his gaze onto a giant among the crowd.

There was nothing to fear! The chance to turn the tides was now!

Deen had graduated with outstanding marks from the famed Navy Academy of the Alliance. He smoothly joined the Silver Wings, earning the recognition of Commander Horn and was promoted to sergeant controlling the warship, with promising prospects ahead.

His life had always been smooth sailing.

The magic-guided stabbing sword in his hand began to hum, a relic yearning for the enemy’s blood as Deen had once partaken in the hunt for giant sea monsters in the deep sea.

The sergeant seized the opportunity, roaring as he leaped high, thrusting towards the opponent’s nape.

This was his life’s most pinnacle strike!

Yet the giant turned around with an unbelievable speed, and Sergeant Deen watched as the hammerhead, marked with stains of blood, rapidly enlarged before his eyes.

Thud!

His consciousness instantly plunged into the deepest darkness.

Unrealistic fantasies were shattered by the thruster-laden giant hammer, and the upper part of Sergeant Deen’s body vanished without a trace, leaving a broken, headless corpse to fall like a rag.

Ansel indifferently retracted the giant hammer, the Light Wings behind him particularly conspicuous in the night.

He also crafted a fitting set of second-generation Sun Armor for himself, although the new armor was vastly inferior to ’Oracle Resonance’, it was still barely functional.

"Sergeant Deen was killed by the Ark people!!"

The Alliance soldiers who witnessed this scene completely broke down.

The Ark warriors struck without hesitation; the moment the Alliance Legion bombarded Ark Port killing innocents, there was no longer room for reconciliation between the two sides.

Centurion Glen brute-forced his way through the bullets to the near location of the Alliance soldiers, sweeping the sharp Ash Soil Giant Sword forward with all his might, splitting another person in half, blood sprayed, and the ground had become a viscous puddle of blood.

Some had already abandoned their firearms, crying out as they fled towards the direction of the battleship.

Is this the so-called proud Alliance legion soldiers?

They’re so weak...

Or perhaps the Sun Legion’s power is overwhelmingly strong?

Glen shook his head again, dismissing the chaotic thoughts, routinely shrinking the encirclement.

The Ark simply sent Priest Ansel and dozens of Sun Warriors to deal with three hundred Alliance soldiers landing on the dock, and the battle had already plunged into a lopsided massacre.

Dazzling light cannons swept overhead, Captain Ota focused on the twisted floral branches on the sea surface, the Sunlight Flame igniting the sea of flowers, screams of pain and fear echoed across the sea.

Horn watched the scene in a daze.

Seagull Port was like a giant open maw, all prey landing on the dock were mercilessly devoured.

With the Silver Wing Legion defeated overwhelmingly, Horn’s gaze calmed down instead, as deep as an unfathomable pool of dead water.

"Commander Horn!"

Just then, a tremor of fear-laden voice sounded behind him: "What on earth happened?"

Horn turned around, standing before him was a young man wearing the latest model of magic-guided armor, even now its surface remained pristine.

"Can’t you see?"

Horn’s voice wavered: "The Silver Wing Legion is no match for those bumpkin... those Ark people, we’re in big trouble."

"I don’t care! I don’t care! You promised! You have to protect us!"

The young man’s gaze was uneasy, glaring at Horn angrily: "We should never have come to Seagull Port, we should have stayed in Lulin Port, continuing to wear down those riff-raff! You made the worst decision!"

"I won’t deny that."

Horn spoke calmly, looking at the other dozen gilded young ’Alliance soldiers’ onboard.

They had all tender, pale skin, eyes full of resentment, surrounded by a strong scent of alcohol.

Some were even panting due to the weight of their armor; had it not been for the sense of danger, they wouldn’t have crawled out of the luxury room on the main ship, wearing this heavy thing to protect themselves.

"Then hurry up and find a way to fix the mistake! Listen! My father is a member of the commerce union, you can’t let anything happen to me on this ship!"

Leading the group, the young master gave a drunk hiccup, glaring at Horn with a voice so sharp that it was commanding: "You took the money, then obediently serve the union, we signed a contract between us!"

"Indeed."

Horn nodded calmly, speaking indifferently: "You signed a contract with me..."

He raised his hand, snapped his fingers.

A pungent sulfur odor suddenly filled everyone’s nose, a delicate scroll materialized in front of the young man, burning swiftly.

"Wait...what are you doing?!"

The young master felt a hint of foreboding, next moment, his face changed dramatically, indescribable pain engulfed his mind in an instant.