“I am Fang, Commander-In-Chief of the North Army. Bring my corpse back to the North Army if you can kill me.”
“I am Destroyer, the Deputy Commander of the North Army. You can also send my corpse back to the North if you can kill me.”
“I am Heptakill, also the Deputy Commander of the North Army. If you can kill me... oh wait. Wait till you can kill me before we speak.”
Langston's face turned paler when he heard the three names. It paralyzed him to the spot, and his soul felt wafer-thin.
The blow was not over yet.
"I am Commander-In-Chief Of the East, Elijah Lowe!”
“Commander-In-Chief of the South, Zach Hill is me.
“Commander-In-Chief of the West, Lucas Ziegler.”
Langston's eyes widened to the size of saucers. He almost fell to his knees and begged.
What on earth is happening? Why are all the military big shots gathered in this small room? Didn't they say that Nathan has got the sack? Even the President and Chief Military Governor were no longer backing him up. He had no one! Why would all these big names even appear here to celebrate a mere commoner's birthday?
Langston bitterly regretted everything and wished death could claim him at that instance.
If he knew there were so many terrifying military leaders at the banquet, he would not have the
guts to enter, let alone find fault with Nathan.
A feeling of dread crept up his stomach as he stuttered, “G-Good... Good e-evening, S-Sirs...”
Nathan mocked at his change of tone. “Aren't you here to kill me? You promised to kill them too! I recall you asking for their names so you can return their corpses back to their families. Now that they're done, you may kill us.”
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