Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 557

Chapter 557: Chapter 558: A Beam of Sword Light, Slaughtering Twenty Thousand [7/7 Seeking Subscriptions]

Atop the warship, the other four marshals and over ten generals all wore solemn expressions. They knew that the Martial God had arrived.

At that moment, Hai’er suddenly sighed, approached a female general, and lowered his voice. "Once we change our clothes, let’s take an escape pod and leave immediately!"

The female general, also from the Iron Wolf Dynasty, was taken aback. "Why should we leave?"

"If we don’t leave now, it’ll be too late." Hai’er’s eyes flashed with shock as he continued, "Ever since I was a child, I’ve always been first in every competition. You need to trust me. From my perspective, if Wu Tian arrives late, the Dragon Dynasty could be destroyed. But if he arrives early, it won’t be the Dragon Dynasty that gets annihilated, but us."

The female general was dumbfounded. How could the European Union’s mighty army be unable to defeat a single person? She found it hard to believe and whispered, looking down, "Hai’er, do you really believe that?"

Throughout history, even among the strongest experts, no one could possibly be this powerful. Although Wu Tian’s reputation as the Martial God was widespread, who would believe he could stand against the aerial forces of several dynasties by himself?

Hai’er let out a sigh and spoke resolutely, "You have to believe me. Let’s sneak away while no one has noticed." He paused, then added, "Trust my judgment. I could walk and talk at birth, started university at three, and by eighteen, I had won countless awards and become a Major General. It took me three years to become the first marshal of the Iron Wolf Dynasty. Believe me! I am not wrong!"

The female general’s expression shifted several times before she said hesitantly, "But our allies, these soldiers..."

"At a time like this, why bother with them?" Hai’er gave a faint smile. "There’s a poem from the Dragon Dynasty that I am fond of.

"Drunkenly, I trimmed the wick to look at my sword; in a dream, I heard the horns echo through the linked camps. Roasted meat was shared among the divisions, the sound of fifty lutes played tunes of the frontier; troops were mustered on the autumn battlefield. My steed galloped as swift as the legendary Dilu, my bow sang like a clap of thunder. I fight to achieve my monarch’s ambitions and win fame for myself, both in life and after death. But alas, how pitiable to see my hair turn white!"

He finished, adding, "I am only in my twenties, yet I’m already tired!"

The female general was startled, but then she nodded, deciding to sneak away with Hai’er later.

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As for the other four marshals, they had no idea what Hai’er was planning. They included: Wi Long, a descendant of Eisenhower from the Hua Sheng Dynasty; Zhu Malin, a descendant of Zhukov; Schleck, a descendant of Stein; and Merle, a descendant of the Desert Fox.

They all bellowed out their military orders, "Lads, this land of the Dragon Dynasty is said to contain countless mineral resources, untold gold, and innumerable beauties! As long as we can conquer it, the profits you share will be immense. The Dragon Dynasty’s houses will be yours, rent-free! Their women, yours for the taking! Everyone, kill!"

Their words were direct, but that was precisely why they roused the soldiers’ ferocity to its peak.

One of the marshals, Wi Long, commanded, "The Martial God has arrived. A portion of you will intercept him, while the rest bomb Longjing! Disregard civilians and officials—kill them all! Raze Longjing to the ground. Once it’s over, even if the Martial God shows up, he will be powerless to turn the tide!"

"Yes!"

Following Wi Long’s command, the pilots in the warplanes at the front immediately forgot the terror induced by the Martial God’s name and dived toward the ground to begin their bombing runs.

In just a few moments, Longjing was pockmarked with craters. Skyscrapers were reduced to rubble. Most of the common people had already fled to safety, but the real estate speculators were weeping. They had borrowed money from banks to build those skyscrapers, selling for so much per square meter, and for what? For speculation, of course! Housing wasn’t for living; it was for flipping! Now, the skyscrapers were all gone. What about the money they owed the banks?

"If only I had known, I would have sold at a low price."

"What are we going to do now?"

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