The Almighty Dragon General

Chapter 7660



That was the first thing he asked after surviving a monumental battle. James patted his shoulder. "The twenty thousand men..."

"As long as it's broken," Wyot interjected, staring into the emptiness. "It's a pity the Dark World is gone forever."

James wanted to respond, but the other survivors gathered around them. After the battle and the aid of the path source, they had ascended to Path Emperors, becoming top powerhouses in the myriad realms.

James nodded, then waved his hand, summoning a path pearl that gleamed with holy light. The light and aura it radiated were enough to make any living being kneel before it.

Just as James was about to act, Wyot knelt on one knee, followed by his warriors.

James frowned. "Wyot, brothers, you have the right to stand..."

"We will not be Deified until the Leere Tribulation is broken!" Wyot declared loudly, clasping his fists. His warriors did the same.

"We will not be Deified until the Leere Tribulation is broken!"

Their voices were unified, echoing through the shattered world. It was both inspiring and heart-stopping. James took a deep breath.

"My brothers, you are the elites of the Doom Race. You have braved certain death and did your utmost to protect the myriad realms' living beings. You do not..."

"Perhaps not in the past." Wyot raised his head, eyes fixed on James. "But now, the enemy has spilled the blood of twenty thousand elites. This is hatred written in crimson ink."Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

One of the survivors raised his head.

"Your Majesty, the Doom Race was once arrogant. We were the menace that plagued the myriad realms.

Their living beings despised us ne

and

you were disappointed in us. We were nothing but embarrassments to our race.

"Yet now, we fight for you and with you. We shall cleanse our disgraced name with war and blood. I, Dryad Dalibor, pledge my life to you, Your Majesty. I shall brave even the depths of horror to save the myriad realms from the Leere Tribulation."

James was taken aback. The one who spoke was a young-sounding lady. The other survivors followed suit.

"I, Ignis Dalibor, pledge my life to you, Your Majesty. I shall brave even the depths of horror to save the myriad realms from the Leere Tribulation." "I, Yama Dalibor, pledge my life to you, Your Majesty. I shall brave even the depths of horror to save the myriad realms from the Leere Tribulation." James sighed, impressed. "Wood, fire, and mountain. Now I lack wind, and I'll have the whole shebang. Ah, fate works in mysterious ways..."

"Then I shall be wind," said Wyot. "Swift as the winds, lively as the woods, blazing like the flames, and unmoving like the mountain. We shall be your blade, and where you point is where we attack!"

James helped Wyot up. "You're getting ahead of yourself. You could be a clan leader, but..."

"The Doom Race is fine now," said

Wyot. "Thanks to you, though we suffered much, we have also gained greatly. We shall be the vanguard in this quest to vanquish the Leere Tribulation. The souls of our fallen brothers and sisters are watching us We have no reason or excuse to retreat."

Since Wyot was resolute, James clapped his shoulder. "Very well then. Dryad, Yama, Ignis, and Wyot. You shall be the vanguard in our quest to vanquish the Leere Tribulation!"

Wyot and the survivors knelt, abuzz with excitement.