The appearance of this group of 12 fully armed warriors instantly attracted the attention of the entire Clarke family because they had never seen such soldiers or guards before.
Just the killing intent and chills radiating from them were enough to tell that this squad of 12 might be even stronger than a 100 member squad of the Clarke family. This was a cavalry built from a battlefield of life and death.
There was a sense of soaring invincibility.
12 people of the Sovereign Legion approached the ancestral memorial hall. Each of the six men in front carried a black and gold wooden box in their hands.
They passed through the crowd, walked up to Philip, and placed the black and gold wooden boxes in a row. Then, with a flick of their armored robes, these 12 people knelt in front of Philip on one knee. They bowed their heads and shouted in a muffled voice, “The 12 Legion of the Sovereign at your command.”
‘Sovereign?’
It was just a simple phrase but all members of the Clarke family gasped aloud.
Was this the combat group developed by Philip?
Legion of the Sovereign?
What a strong aura!
What a cold killing intent!
Wade’s heart skipped a beat upon seeing the appearance of this group of people. Especially the six black and gold wooden boxes that carried a strong stench of blood. He seemed to have a bad premonition.
Standing on the high pedestal, Roger looked at the 12 members of the Sovereign Legion kneeling in front of Philip and muttered to Fulton beside him, “What do you think of their strength?”
Fulton’s gaze swept over them before he said blandly, “Their future achievements will not be inferior to the Shadow Guards, and they can even be on par with the Dragon Knights.”
Roger nodded with satisfaction, his eyes filled with relief. He said, “It wasn’t in vain for you to find so many people for him.”
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