The Legendary Man novel Chapter 540

Chapter 540 Xenhall

The words from the walkie-talkie stunned the soldier manning the guard tower. Turning toward Malcolm, who was right beside him, the soldier exchanged confused looks with him.

“Isn’t the Eastern Army supposed to be guarding the northeast? Why did they cross Chanaea and come all the way to the west?” Beside them, Hayes asked hesitantly, “Malcolm, why do I sense something is amiss about this?”

“Yes, it’s suspicious indeed,” Malcolm replied in a deep voice. Meanwhile, the young soldier who received the call was slightly nervous.

“Commander, should we report this to someone higher ranked?” Upon hearing the soldier’s question, Malcolm pondered for a moment before finally shaking his head.

The person whom the soldier was talking about was naturally Dorian Chance. At that moment, Dorian was leading one hundred and twenty thousand men in a standoff against Ibica Army and was mired in a critical moment.

Before he left, he had clearly delegated all authority over the Northern Crimson Prison to Malcolm. As a result, if he were to alarm the Excalibur King of War before the situation was clear, he would definitely be showing his incompetence.

Holding that thought, he took the walkie-talkie from the soldier’s hand and instructed, “Northern Crimson Prison, over. Second Special Forces of the Eastern Army, please gather one kilometer away from the Northern Crimson Prison’s eastern gate and be prepared to be inspected. I repeat…”

“Second Special Forces, over. We will arrive at the designated spot in five minutes and are ready for inspection. Over.”

Even though the exchange was remarkably concise, it significantly eased the tension in the air.

After all, the approaching party being cooperative was naturally a good sign.

“Order the men to arm themselves and gather at the eastern gate. I’ll be going out with them for the inspection.”

“Yes, sir!” the young soldier acknowledged the orders before setting off to cascade it.

However, just when Malcolm was about to leave, he turned around and walked back.

“Wait, use the satellite phone to give Karl, Prince of Diyouli, a call first.”

Under normal circumstances, the Eight Kings of War were provided a method to communicate easily with each other in case of emergencies.

Therefore, Malcolm—who was temporarily in charge of Northern Crimson Prison—had the authority to access the communication device.

Upon receiving Malcolm’s orders, the soldier headed off to execute it.

Meanwhile, in Salinsburgh, northeast of Chanaea, Karl was enjoying a cigar in front of a computer within the Eastern Army’s base.

“Commander, the Second Special Forces are assembling a kilometer outside the Northern Crimson Prison’s eastern gate. Currently, they are preparing to be inspected before being allowed to enter the area,” a middle-aged man reported coldly on the computer screen.

Subsequently, Karl nodded in acknowledgment.

“The Northern Crimson Prison has plenty of rules, so you have to be more careful. The ultimate goal of your mission is to destroy it so that the supply lines to Mysonna Army are cut. As for the convicts, transfer as many as you can, but do so based on the corresponding situation. Do not force the issue.”

“Understood.”

No sooner had he turned off the computer than the satellite phone on his office desk rang.

Karl responded by answering it with a press of a button.

“Dorian, I’m surprised to hear from you.”

“Greetings, Commander.”

Karl was stunned when it was Malcolm’s voice that rang out.

“And you’re…”