Chapter 244

Chapter 0244

“Temple Lord Kane...”

At the harbor, Orion held Tobias’ lifeless body, his gaze frozen as warplanes and armored vehicles closed in fast. Even the

simplest mind could piece together Alexander’s true identity.

He was no doubt the Lord of War, the Temple Lord himself.

In the heart of Regulus Windsur, military factions and shadowy powers abounded with names like ‘Ghostfire Hall’, ‘Crimson Hall’,

‘God King Hall’, and ‘Pantheon Hall’. However, only one dared to deploy a regular army so openly, only one dared to flaunt the

title ‘Temple Lord’ without a second thought.

That was the legendary Lord of War, the Temple Lord, the awe-inspiring leader of the Northern Wyverna Frontier Corps,

Alexander.

“So, the Lord of War, the Temple Lord...is called Alexander...”

It was not just Orion Ellis. Briscoe Hart, Yered Wafer, and the other attendants were all utterly shocked by the revelation.

They were not nobodies; they were prominent figures up north. However, they had only heard whispers of the ‘ Lord of War, the

Temple Lord’, never knowing his real name, let alone that he was Mister Kane.

They finally knew.

Maybe, just maybe, they wished they did not.

Temple Lord Kane’s wife had been taken, and they had nearly succeeded in assassinating Temple Lord Kane himself, earning

his fierce wrath.

“Temple Lord Kane, Alexander. Alexander...”

Hunkered down, Orion’s face was a canvas of fear and madness as though petrified one moment and on the verge of a wild

decision the next. His hand crept to his waist, and with a thunderous bellow, he declared, “If I’m going to die anyway, Alexander,

I'm taking you with me!”

He whipped out a gleaming silver-white gun from his belt, his finger slamming down on the trigger.

The gun spat fire.

He was a man with nothing to lose. Fully aware that this was his end, he was ready to sacrifice it all to take down Alexander.

It was a stealthy ambush. The bullet, ablaze with a fiery tail, hurtled straight for Alexander’s forehead.

“Temple Lord!”

“Sir!”

“Watch out!”

In that instant, the Temple Lord’s personal guards and George-who was just a breath away-felt their hearts

racing. Even Briscoe with his attendants panicked.

Orion was dangerously close to Alexander.

His silver-white gun was the latest issue for Umbracia’s military, the M11SF, with a range of 150 meters and a bullet that could fly

at over 400 meters per second.

At that velocity, the moment Orion fired, it would take less than a blink for the bullet to pierce Alexander’s skull. No matter how

strong one might be, evasion was simply not an option.

However, Alexander did not even flinch.

At Youphoria Nightclub, he once dodged bullets with the grace of a dancer. However, he simply reached out his right hand and

caught the speeding bullet as if it were a fly.

Click! Alexander caught the bullet mid-air, despite it being too quick for the eye to catch.

His palm churned with an inner power, effortlessly diffusing the bullet’s deadly force before he tossed it aside, addressing Orion

with a calm detachment. “Sorry to say, but your regular small-caliber guns don’t do the trick

on me.”

Boom!

Orion’s face went pale as he stared at the discarded bullet, a grim smile of utter despair creeping across his lips.

Bullets had no effect on him!

Was this the fearsome might of the War Temple’s Lord? The Ellis family’s defeat was no fluke after all.

“No one is to speak of my identity.”

Alexander turned away from Orion, dismissing him and the others with a wave of his hand as if he were swatting ata

bothersome fly. “Personal Guards, on my order, clean this mess, seal off any leaks, and make it snappy-ten minutes, tops.”

The guards, their faces alight with zeal, gazed at the godly figure of Alexander and chorused, “By the Temple Lord's command.

All hail the mighty Lord!”

Alexander had not specified what to do with Orion and his crew, but his soldiers knew the drill all too well.

Crossing the Temple Lord was a death wish.

“Just one thing left to do.”

Alexander cut to the chase, marching up to Briscoe with an icy tone. “If you’re not keen on a world of pain, talk -where did your

boat take Amber?

“You can keep quiet, but I'll find out what I need to know either way. The only difference is that if you come clean now, your end

will be somewhat bearable. If I have to dig up the dirt myself, you're in for a world of pain. “Trust me, the War Temple’s got ways

of making you beg for death.”