MasukAs Dragonfang's members walked out of the gateway tunnel, two rows of soldiers had their gun barrels pointed straight at them.Behind the soldiers, the Ludendorff family's elite fighters all placed their hands on the hilts of their swords.Prescott looked completely relaxed and laughed heartily. "Hey, what's this? What are you all doing? This is no way to welcome guests. Put those down!"Seeing the ugly expressions on Dragonfang's faces, Garal nodded inwardly. It seemed the infamous Dragonfang was truly cornered and reduced to a state of desperation.He raised his hand, and only then did Abyss City's soldiers lower their weapons.Prescott stepped forward and bowed politely toward Nyx. "Miss, welcome to the lands of the Ludendorff family."Nyx said coldly, "We need a place to rest and medical supplies. Our team members can barely hold on. Would you be so kind as to accommodate us?"Prescott smiled warmly. "Miss, you're too formal. Right now, the Cathedral is running wild across t
Prescott said coldly, "Uncle Garal, do you think I don't know how formidable Nyx is? If I dare let them in, it means I have complete confidence in my ability to handle them. Every single member of Dragonfang is a top-tier fighter. If we use them properly, they'll be a tremendous asset in defending Abyss City."The Cathedral's main army will be attacking soon. When that happens, we can have Dragonfang's people lead the charge for us. If nothing else, they should at least wear down half of the Cathedral's forces."Garal still shook his head. "Prescott, you're thinking too simply. Dragonfang's people aren't idiots. Why would they work for you?"Prescott let out a cold laugh. He drained his wine in one gulp, and his eyes flashed with contempt."Why? Because of my supreme power, of course. No matter how strong Dragonfang's people are, they can't be stronger than you and me combined, right? Besides, we have plenty of our own people in Abyss City. With just a few of them, how much trouble
In the Wastelands, about dozens of miles away, three cathedral squads with 60 elite fighters were in hot pursuit of a small group. One party fled while the other chased, and before long, they were closing in on Abyss City.On the city walls, the soldiers on watch immediately noticed the movement."It is the Cathedral's forces, hurry and inform the Governor!"Very soon, Garal arrived at the wall, along with Prescott Ludendorff, a newly sent martial god reinforcement from the Ludendorff family.Garal was getting on in years and carried himself with steady, weathered authority.Meanwhile, Prescott was completely different. As the youngest martial god powerhouse in the Ludendorff family and Raiden's son, he exuded confidence and swagger.Across the Wastelands, a martial god this young could be counted on one hand. As a result, Prescott's personality was the exact opposite of Garal's.Holding a glass of red wine, Prescott stood casually with his shirt open, dressed in a bold and unco
Only Knox stood there in a daze at first, then turned to look at Andrew with that disappointed look of someone watching their idol fall. "Andrew, h-h-how… Do you have any idea that Nyx is the dream girl of countless guys out here in the Wastelands? She's a goddess to so many of us, and you just… You just went and slept with her like that? It's over. My dreams are shattered. My goddess!"Andrew acted all innocent and asked, "What if I told you it wasn't on purpose? Would you believe me?"Knox roared back, "Hell no!"Then, he grinned, all sleazy-looking as he sidled up closer to Andrew. "But hey, you can at least give me the details, right? Is Nyx's ass as good as it looks? How did it feel? Damn, man, you're seriously something else, too insane, too badass. "You've only been in Dragonfang for how long, and you already landed Nyx? Andrew, from now on, you're my hero! Seriously, I never imagined you'd be this incredible. I'm ready to submit to you right now…"The way he danced arou
Meanwhile, Nyx herself truly suffered. The initial pain was so intense that she nearly passed out. Fortunately, she slowly adapted, but then the storm-like onslaught left her more exhausted than she had ever been in her life.Later on, Nyx's consciousness began to blur. She only clung to Andrew by instinct, murmuring weakly now and then.Wave after wave of exhaustion, mixed with an indescribable sensation, lasted for an unknown length of time.In the end, Nyx passed out. Before losing consciousness, she vaguely saw the crimson in Andrew's eyes fading. His entire being was no longer frenzied, and he seemed to have regained clarity as well. If that were the case, why did this bastard, even after regaining consciousness, not stop?Nyx ground her teeth in frustration and fell into a deep sleep.Outside the sealed chamber was Warwick City's palace hall. Franz, Petra, Juno, and Knox waited without moving an inch.Knox kept tugging at his messy hair, muttering, "These two are killing
Beast-like panting echoed throughout the entire secret chamber.Andrew was domineering and ferocious, and Nyx felt like a tiny boat caught in a raging storm, ready to capsize at any second.With a martial god's body, she should not have feared ordinary physical harm. Yet Nyx felt utterly humiliated.This bastard actually dared to force himself on her!Face flushed red, she slapped Andrew across the face, sending him flying and crashing heavily into the corner. Enduring the trembling and dull pain below, she felt both shame and fury, clutching her torn skirt as she rushed for the exit again.Andrew was clearly not in his right mind, affected by the blood core and the werewolf heart, so Nyx did not argue with him now. But once he regained consciousness, she would make him pay no matter what. Just thinking about how her body had been taken made a burning sensation flare in her chest. It was not that she could not accept it, but rather that Andrew's sudden possession of her like thi







