The Legendary Man

Chapter 973 Truce
Spiritual energy surged from the tsar at those words.
Savannah felt as if she was facing a mountain on the verge of caving in, and an overbearing sense of oppression was like a
crushing weight of stones settling on her chest, choking the air from her lungs.
Following the tsar's words, the wine containing shards of crushed glass was forced down her throat.
Savannah looked at him in terror, and blood leaked from the corner of her mouth.
“Your Majesty, I'll send someone to look into it now. I will never let a Chanaean leave Merania—”
Savannah let out a choked grunt, grabbing her throat and thrashing wildly before she could finish.
The shards perforated her esophagus as they passed through with the wine, causing her excruciating pain.
The tsar let her go as she writhed on the ground.
“Are you sending my soldiers to their demise after losing our cultivator troops? Pull back the forces in the west, converge south
of Remdik, and prepare to march toward Mallowbrook River. You better make your way quickly to Chanaea to confirm
Charleigh's death.” With that, the tsar strode out of the room.
Savannah only dared to utilize her spiritual energy to pull out the fragments from her gullet when his aura was no longer felt.
Her spiritual energy control was extremely nuanced as a God Realm cultivator.
Wrapping something with spiritual energy was elementary, yet at that moment, it made her body tremble from overexertion, and
sweat dripped onto the ground.
She took a blood-red glass bottle from the storage ring with a shaking hand and downed the contents inside before slumping on
the ground.
She stared blankly at the ceiling as she felt her esophagus and stomach being mended.
Charleigh's entire family would be living on borrowed time if he was still alive.

In Retaz, Merania, Sirius' silhouette flashed across the field.
Several helicopters came into view as he went over the crest of the hill.
Kane and Severus felt a swell of spiritual energy and turned in Sirius' direction as he leaped several hundred meters in the air
and landed in front of them.
The guns on several helicopters trained on Sirius immediately, thanks to the newest automatic target identification and locking
technology specifically developed to single out high-speed movements of cultivators.
Kane waved his hand, and the weapon systems went offline.
“Mr. Sirius, I'm Kane Dunst of the Shusonna Army of Asura's Office,” he introduced himself in a low voice, saluted, and extended
his right hand.
Sirius gave him an icy stare for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and returning the handshake. “I've heard a lot about
you, Thunder King.”
Kane glanced at Sirius' tattered clothes, and guilt flashed in his eyes.
“I'm really sorry. We should have been in Kushburn, but we had to go left to evade the short-range missiles,” he apologized
sincerely.
Sirius wasn't a member of Asura's Office, yet he put himself in harm's way to help them pick up Charleigh.
On the other hand, they immediately returned to Chanaea without engaging in battle to keep Charleigh and everyone safe as
ordered by Asura's Office.
They landed here and turned off the radar to avoid attacks.
“Don't worry about it. I understand,” Sirius reassured, then turned to Severus. “What about the wounded? Did they arrive safely?”
“They're being treated at the back of the helicopter. It's nothing fatal; they will survive,” Severus replied. “Sirius, what happened
to Cyprus...”
Sirius' expression shifted in response to the question. He held his right hand out, revealing two black rings wrapped around his
forefinger.

It was the storage ring unique to the Blackwood family, and only God Realm elders wore it.
Now that Sirius had two of them in his possession, Severus understood what it meant without having him explain it.
Cyprus was dead.
Sirius patted Severus on his shoulder. “Let's go. We still need to report back.”
Many big forces in the world were watching the war between Remdik and Chanaea, which was expected to take place in
Merania.
However, when armies from both sides had gathered less than thirty miles away, the progression came to an abrupt halt.
The rest of the world powers were aware of a short-range missile explosion, but no one knew exactly what happened, except
that Chanaea and Remdik had withdrawn their forces.
It was as if nothing had happened between the two countries. Even Merania, who was forced into the war, was silent.
The war seemed to not exist at all.
Although the three countries had chosen to be tight-lipped, the rest of the world knew the fight was far from over.
Not only were Remdik and Chanaea attempting to adapt to pre-war conditions, but even the major powers in Aploth and Epea
were also preparing for the impending war.
Meanwhile, it was chaotic in Edenic Heights.
Hades and Kane had reached Edenic Heights at the same time. The three of the Eight Kings of War, including Zachary, had
convened at this little military operation base.
The troops were armed to their teeth and on high alert. They had been ordered to shoot on sight at even the slightest
movements.
Jason sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him until he reached three of them.
“Where is he? Where is he?” he yelled at Zachary.

Hades and Kane looked over, only to find a scalpel clutched in his grip and blood on his hands. Jason was clearly in the middle
of surgery and had left his patient on the surgery table to be here.
Hades took in his disorderly look and opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind.
“He was just carried out of the plane. Donald has brought him to the emergency room.”
“Him?” Jason shrieked.
“What does that kid know? Only I am allowed to treat this patient. Where is he? Take me there now.”
A guard took note of his impatience and quickly broke into a run, leading him away.
A wry smile tugged at Hades' lips as he stared at Jason's back.
“Is there any news on Mr. Goldstein?” he asked, turning to Zachary and Kane.