All Chapters of The Return of the War Legate: Chapter 3591 - Chapter 3600

Sami's headless body fell to the ground.Adrian smirked and activated the Requiem Aeternam to seal his power once more."Mr. Adrian, it seems you're less patient than I thought," a voice echoed.Adrian was stunned. He turned to Ivory and asked, "It's you?"“Hahaha, what if it is? I didn’t expect you to defeat Sami.” Ivory's desperate voice echoed through the shaking building. “Seems I’m doomed today. Well, let's all go down to hell together then!”The surroundings began to collapse slowly. Adrian glanced at Ivory but ignored him, focused on escaping.From behind, Ivory’s manic laughter faintly echoed. “Hahaha, give up! You’ll never escape!”At the last second, Adrian burst through the door.Boom!An explosion rocked behind him as Abry Hills collapsed. Rocks tumbled down, yellow dust billowing and swallowing the fleeing tanks. Moments later, a battered tank burst forth like a blazing meteor into the distance.Adrian, covered in dust and dirt, calmly watched Abry Hills collapse

Zector pondered briefly and decided to inform Adrian about Skyarc.Adrian smiled. “I see. They sound intriguing. Alright, I’ll meet with them. I’m curious about their intentions.”Inside the hall of Flying Dragon Mansion, Dandy and Stan were restless.“Stan, do you think Adrian will meet with us?” Dandy asked anxiously.“I don’t know. But if he refuses, we’re surely in trouble. I’m sure we’re on his radar,” Stan replied seriously.Dandy shivered, recalling the young man who had seized control of Silverboa’s underworld five years ago. His face paled as he murmured, “If he’s still as hot-tempered as before, the Dragoria Feast might be our last.”“We can only hope for the best.” Stan sighed.Just then, Zector descended the stairs. They stood up respectfully. “Mr. Zector, has Mr. Adrian agreed to meet with us?”Zector smiled mysteriously, saying nothing.Their smiles froze. After a moment, they pressed, “Mr. Zector?”Zector chuckled, gesturing toward the stairs behind him. “Mr. A

The official flatly refused the invitation, scoffing as he tossed it into the trash can. "Adrian might have been important once, but now? He's nothing," he mocked.In a dimly lit hall, a group of elderly figures engaged in intense discussion. Eventually, they unanimously decided to attend the party out of respect for Adrian.At the Cross residence, Jayden gazed at the sky and murmured, "Rest assured, my son. Tomorrow, I will avenge you."In the Nathuk residence, Pilan sat quietly with closed eyes. After a deep sigh, he opened them and whispered, "Adrian, please understand. You left us no choice."Beside him, a middle-aged man erupted angrily, "Father, we should've acted long ago! I never thought that wretched Rozi would cling on like a parasite and be brought here from Earth by that bastard!"Elsewhere, many others planned to attend simply for the spectacle.The next day, countless Dark Knights dressed in black-colored armor gathered from all corners of Dragoria. They formed an o

"Dandy Finwood from Black Tiger?""Why is he here?"Accompanied by a high-pitched announcement, a large group of people walked in, led by a disdainful-looking Dandy. Beside him was Stan from Zephyr Wing. They roughly pushed through the crowd and approached Zector, smiling broadly."Zector! Sorry, we're late!" Dandy greeted as he and Stan handed over some gift boxes.Zector, acknowledging their generous gifts, nodded politely.Dandy then turned his gaze toward the troublemakers in the crowd. His smile faded, and he straightened his posture, exuding a unique aura of authority. With a sinister smile, he said, "What’s this? I heard some of you want to sit in the main hall?"The people who had been giving Zector a hard time shrank back, not daring to make a sound. Dandy's reputation was well known to them, and they, being merely extended family members and servants, dared not provoke him. They avoided eye contact and kept silent."Dandy, what do you mean by that?" Mosi, who had previ

Adrian heard Mosi’s words but ignored him and fixed his gaze instead on Pilan, a murderous glint in his narrowed eyes. "Sir Pilan, you owe me an explanation."Pilan's closed eyelids remained steady, but his thin hands trembled slightly. His voice, ancient and indifferent, replied, "What explanation do you seek?"Adrian let out a cold, disdainful laugh. "Your shamelessness is truly revealing." His voice, like a whisper from the depths of hell, echoed through the room. "The Nathuks deserve to pay."Pilan abruptly opened his eyes, a flicker of fear crossing his face before he suppressed it. Adrian's figure on the stage brought back vivid memories of an incident five years ago."The Nathuks wronged you, but what have I done to provoke you? You nearly crippled my heir," Pilan replied. The tension eased with this statement, and relief spread through the room.Suddenly, the hall's main doors swung open with a crash. A bald middle-aged man in black entered, his eagle-eyed gaze and predato