The Legendary Man novel Chapter 606

Chapter 606 Wrath

Even though it was already evening, there were still people on the trail to Summerbank Mountain. Its popularity was due to the fame of Triplex Manifesta. Each person chosen as the first to pray every quarter of the year would have their wish fulfilled.

That caused the fame of Triplex Manifesta to soar to even greater heights. A couple was taking photos on an observation deck along the trail. The girl made various poses while the guy was slowly looking for an angle with his phone, trying to take a better photo.

“Are you done?” The girl had maintained the cheeky posture for quite a while and was dissatisfied with the guy taking his sweet time. Meanwhile, the guy dropped the hand holding the phone in a daze as his gaze focused past the girl at the dense forest far ahead. “What are you looking at?”

The girl looked over her shoulder at the stream behind her in frustration. Within the forest, a large flock of birds took flight. The trees’ canopy shook continuously in a line as though something was moving through the trees toward them at a fast pace.

“That is…” Finally, the trees beneath the observation deck began to rock. The girl’s eyes widened as she looked down. Suddenly, a figure stepped onto the face of the cliff and leaped up to over twenty meters into the air before landing gently beside the girl.

Jonathan passed the bag in his hand to the girl. That was the bag that slipped off of the girl’s hand when she wasn’t paying attention. “Hold it properly. It’s not easy to retrieve it once it drops down there,” Jonathan said with a smile.

“You…” The girl was still staring wide-eyed at Jonathan. She didn’t know what to make of the situation. “Don’t worry about it. We’re filming a tv show.”

Even though a few families already knew about the existence of cultivators, it was still an unknown world to most commoners. Jonathan didn’t want to cause the public to panic.

As expected, the couple let out a relieved sigh after they heard Jonathan was filming a tv show. Even though they were shocked about the absence of the film crew and wires, they weren’t as surprised as before.

The girl urged her boyfriend to take a photo of her with Jonathan. However, at the moment, Jonathan’s phone pinged. Ding!

It was a notification for a new message. Jonathan reached for his pocket. Before he could take out his phone, a string of pings sounded continuous. Ding!

Jonathan looked at his phone with a confused frown. Zachary.

Hades.

Andy.

Dorian. One after another, the names of all the Kings of War popped up on his screen. Jonathan’s expression turned grave at the hundreds of missed calls on his phone.

I’m the one who helps these men become who they are today. They are now the fearsome Kings of War. Even if they encounter any situation, these men have the capability to deal with it in their own way.

Moreover, I already told Zachary everything he needed to know the day I left. Even if they can’t find me, they should know I’m dealing with some affairs, so they won’t keep calling me. There is only one explanation for them to react this way. Something has happened to Asura’s Office!

Jonathan dialed Hades’ number. After a bar of busy tone, Hades picked up the call immediately. “You’ve finally appeared, Mr. Goldstein.”

Despite not seeing Hades’ face, Jonathan could hear the hint of exhaustion in his hoarse voice. “Tell me. What happened to Asura’s Office?” Jonathan asked.

“Northern Crimson Prison had fallen. The warden, Malcolm Wallace, had died. The interim commander, Hayes Yeager, had given the order to slaughter all the criminals in the city.

Dorian’s Mysonna Army had lost the battle on the West Region border due to a lack of follow-up supplies. Over fifty thousand men were hurt or killed within the Mysonna Army. Dorian had suffered from severe injuries and was currently receiving emergency treatment in Zadiff.”

The Northern Crimson Prison has fallen! Jonathan’s body stiffened at those six words.

The Northern Crimson Prison is the most indestructible prison in the whole of Chanaea. It’s also the Mysonna Army’s final supply station. Dorian would’ve lost if the West Region Army pursued him.

“Who did it? Was it the respectable families or someone from Yaleview?”

Even though Jonathan’s tone was calm, anger was rolling through him.

Nearly eighty thousand men lost their lives in the incident at Northern Crimson Prison. How can I stay calm about this blood debt?

“It wasn’t any of them.”