"Master, the people from Boulevard have been inside for half an hour."

Cold Nelson sat on the chair, eyes closed in contemplation.

"Half an hour... that's enough. In ten more minutes, we'll shut the door and trap the dog!"

He sneered, "Eliezer Pine... I really don't know what you're busy with right now."

Simply a godsend!

If Eliezer Pine had always been around, he'd have no chance to search for the Heaven Book.

If not for the news from Boulevard, he wouldn't even know the Heaven Book was at Moon's Villa.

Cold Nelson could only explain that heaven was helping him!

Where there's a will, there's a way!

"This time, we'll throw caution to the wind, finish them off, take the Heaven Book, and directly attack the Dusty Platform! I must see if my name is on that platform's ranking! As for the masters from various paths, I want them all to bow to me!"

At this point, his expression was passionate!

This was his unfinished business!

This was the pinnacle of his life!

"As you command!"

The Guard Commander drew the dark longsword from his waist and held it high.

Clang!

The sound of weapons being unsheathed echoed from the Demarco Mount guard unit hand-crafted by Cold Nelson.

These weapons were specifically made to kill the Undead Tribe!

But their effectiveness was limited.

Once the coating wears off, they're no different from ordinary weapons.

But these weapons had nearly emptied Demarco Mount's treasury.

Julius Reed's treasury is very sturdy; without him, it can't be opened.

This is what Cold Nelson despises the most.

The alliance he took over was merely the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance in name.

Guard and finances, all re-organized.

The old guard is untrusted by Cold Nelson.

Those old ministers are stuck on Demarco Mount, idle at home.

Brought out were only Cold Nelson's trusted aides and those who once advocated overthrowing Julius Reed.

In a sense, this action is a festivity for the opposition.

"Go, kill them all, retrieve the Heaven Book, then kill that West Tower."

Cold Nelson spoke calmly, as if he was already confident of victory.

The greatest strength of the Undead Tribe in battle is their immortality.

Now, the team assembled by Cold Nelson includes many martial arts experts.

As long as they have weapons to counter the Undead Tribe, killing them is as easy as slicing melons!

One blade for each!

"Attack!"

The Guard Commander shouted, and the team flowed out!

Heading straight to attack Moon's Villa!

The villa has a unique feature, only one road!

Once this road is blocked, it's like catching a turtle in a jar!

...

The command center at Boulevard headquarters.

Devlin had been waiting for a long time, but there hadn't been any movement outside.

If it's really a play, it's too realistic.

His highly tense nerves relaxed a bit, and he began to ponder what was really happening.

Strange.

Larkin Davenport suddenly rebelled.

Claiming to rescue Han Caldwell and capture Devlin alive.

However, Devlin himself was in the room.

Han Caldwell was also in the room.

Then most people from Boulevard rushed out together to revolt, who are they rebelling against?

The people involved were fine, where did they all go?

"Investigate where those people went." Devlin pointed at Nova, feeling puzzled. "We must find out the truth. I feel with Larkin Davenport's intellect, he wouldn't bait the snake out of the hole."

Han Caldwell was also puzzled.

Claiming to rescue him, he almost believed it.

Yet everyone ran off.

"There's something strange about this." Han Caldwell frowned, starting to analyze. "I never mentioned anything to Larkin Davenport, yet he suddenly rebelled."

"I can testify to that. I was a bit angry at the time, but thinking back, Han Caldwell was always avoiding suspicion." Nova suddenly realized, feeling annoyed. "But given the circumstances, it was hard not to suspect him. Larkin Davenport spoke with such conviction! He must have obtained some solid evidence."

Although he and Han Caldwell weren't on good terms, the situation now required them to unite.

Figure out what's really going on.

"It's strange, why were Boulevard's people so obedient?" Devlin held his chin, pondered, then took a cigarette from his pocket.

To dispatch all the people in just ten minutes is inconceivable.

At that time, Devlin was extremely tense, with no time to think.

Now thinking back, it was indeed bizarre!

"Those people couldn't possibly listen to Larkin Davenport." Han Caldwell stood up, looking at the empty ground outside, deep in thought.

"Larkin Davenport may be my close aide, but he doesn't have the authority to mobilize others. To know, in this main army, there are at least three people with equivalent status to him! It's impossible to make them listen to him!"

Upon hearing this, Nova voiced a question: "Besides you, how else could we mobilize these people?"

"Impossible! Without me, no one can mobilize them!"

Han Caldwell turned around, staring at Devlin: "If it weren't so, you wouldn't keep me here, right?"

Nova felt awkward at the exposed truth.

Yet this was the reality.

The people from Boulevard mostly listened to Han Caldwell.

Without Han Caldwell, Nova and Devlin couldn't move them.

"Then why..." Devlin puffed on his cigarette, shaking his head, "why, while you're here, they instead left? And they kept saying they'd rescue you? It's too strange!"

"Unless... there's my written order..." Han Caldwell suddenly recalled something!

Bang!

He slapped his forehead.

"Earlier Larkin Davenport said to act according to my orders and then rebelled! Could it be... someone forged my command?"

Han Caldwell's voice was laced with surprise, "But... who could forge it, and why would Larkin Davenport believe it?"

He didn't know that Julius Reed arranged for Dorian Cook to deliver the message, becoming the best proof.

Dorian Cook was unaware that she had unknowingly turned into a tool.

She didn't need to say anything; she was the best evidence!

A war general under the emperor delivering the message, how could it be fake?

"Trouble!"

Devlin's hand, holding the cigarette, trembled.

"Nova, what about our spies in Moon's Villa?"

He looked at Nova.

"I'll contact them right away!" Nova took out his phone and dialed a number.

Soon, the call connected.

Amid the noise of battle cries.

"Where are you!" Nova shouted loudly.

"General Nova, I'm fighting the enemy! Why did we suddenly attack Moon's Villa, I've personally taken down two Demarco Mount people, invigorating! Haha!"

On the phone, the spy shouted excitedly.

"What's going on! What's the situation now at Moon's Villa! Explain it to me clearly!"

Nova's face was stern.

"Aren't we in a life-and-death battle at Moon's Villa with Demarco Mount's people? I thought I should lurk, but seeing the major force fighting, I directly joined the battle! General Nova, we're sure to win! Moon's Villa is in total chaos!"

Beep—beep—beep!

The phone went dead.

The room was terrifyingly quiet.

Thud!

Devlin collapsed into his chair, his hand holding the cigarette trembled uncontrollably.

The fight had begun.

The battle had initiated!

As the supreme commander, from hundreds of miles away at headquarters, he still didn't know what was going on!

"That Larkin Davenport, to dare attack Moon's Villa behind my back! Who gave him this courage!"

Bang!

Devlin slammed his palm on the table. "I'll execute him!"

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