What was the true horror of a Warlord's stealthy strike?Even among the Lord of War, a direct hit meant he was lucky to survive with just grave injuries!However, there was a catch...Not all Lord of War at the "Unity Level" were created equal!"Black Maple, you again!" Alexander's mind snapped to l
"Fighter jet Aledandra, full throttle to Coconut Wind Island!" Alexander commanded from the cockpit, his eyes ablaze with fierce resolve. "Lord of War, reverse course at top speed. Head for the Coconut Wind Island waters and scour the area until that islet is found!""Spare no effort!"With a thunde
Find another way?In the cabin, Alexander stood tall, his eyes narrowing in determination.What could possibly have been done then? Regardless of the method—whether it was his keen eyesight, his psychic senses, or the state-of-the-art detection gear aboard the Lord of War—Alexander had come up empty
Far from Wyverna, across the vast expanse of the Pacifara Bay near Coconut Wind Island.Amidst the carriers, with warships in formation, hundreds of fighter jets performed an aerial ballet, their sensors at full throttle, scouring the sea for any sign of the elusive "Nameless Island.""Report, the s
At the center of the unnamed island, two figures clung to each other in a fierce embrace.A narrow escape from disaster, a heartfelt reunion after what seemed an eternity.It had been merely three hours, yet it felt longer than a century.Amber could scarcely fathom the heroic deeds her husband, Ale
In the annals of ancient martial arts, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that flows was a well-documented phenomenon.The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was not uncommon in ancient martial arts records. Many martial arts masters found themselves stuck at the Lord of War 's peak level, u
The sleek, bulletproof sedan glided to a stop in front of the towering Wafford Mining Corporation headquarters, carrying Alexander and Amber within its fortified embrace."Give them a big welcome, folks! Let's roll out the red carpet!""The entire team at Wafford Mining is thrilled to have Miss Ches
That very night, in the forgotten reaches of Boise Street in Pearson town's southwest suburbs, the scene was set. That place, once the bustling heart of the town thirty years back, had slipped into obscurity. The Boise Community at the street's dead end was a ghost of a development, long since given