Novel & Cerita Dynasty’s Defender: The War God’s Line

The Witch King did not dare to look up at him. The fake emperor’s eyes were narrowed into slits with a glint of coldness flashing within. “Relay my decree! Central Warzone Master Baron Von Doom, Northern Warzone Master Caestus Rembrandt, Eastern Warzone Master Gaia Amatsu, and the Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh War Gods are to leave five million troops to confront the Lycantroops marching from the west! “In this battle, victory is the only option!” The imperial guards immediately sent out the orders.

Eren wondered, after all, the Gods didn’t only hide behind the humans in the first great war, but also hid in the center and surrounded themselves with layers and layers of protection and barriers, it was a reasonable assumption, but his doubts quickly died when he remembered her! Even though she was a hybrid, Sara’s powers were undeniable when provoked, just like that time when he sneaked into her dream, pure Gods should be stronger than the hybrid who didn't know anything about her powers or how to use them, and that conclusion sent him back to square one with the same question: what was the point of the defense lines? “We are going in, Now!” Eren whispered softly, mind linking all of his

The throng let out gasps as the figure's presence became evident. Figure: "I am the Goddess's will's guardian. This war is now over. Even the howls of Damon's wolves were subdued by their authoritative yet composed voice. Anger took the place of Damon's reluctance, hardening his face. "You don't belong here," said Damon. It's not your fight. Guardian: "What is rightfully hers is determined by the Goddess." Several of Damon's wolves were covered in ice as the frost on the ground quickly spread with a wave of their hand. The Guardian's intervention broke the opposing ranks' confidence, causing panic as they frantically fled.

She said, her cheeks flushing—a truly sweet and adorable girl. A serious thought crossed my ‘mind—I would do whatever it took to keep that innocent, peaceful smile on her face and on the faces of those I love. I wouldn’t hesitate to go to the borders and fight to protect their peace. I took a deep breath as memories of my father’s harsh training resurfaced. The strongest and wealthiest bloodlines must always be prepared to defend the weak and innocent! As a Beta bloodline, that is your duty! That’s what he always used to say. Back then, I couldn’t understand how he could say that after beating his weakest daughter, but now I wasn’t that little girl anymore. With the bonds I had formed, every

Eira shook her head with a sadness that felt like mourning. “You can’t take off a goddess’s claim, Lyra. You can only survive what comes with it.” “But what is coming?” I demanded. Her gaze dropped to the floor. “War,” she said softly. “Between gods, packs, and bloodlines. The mark has already positioned you at the center.” Cold swept down my spine, cutting through bond fever. Cain stepped directly in front of Eira, eyes blazing gold. “How do we protect her?” “You can’t,” she answered quietly.

" The thunderous roar drained the color from the faces of Velda and every Mercer Group employee present. She tried to step forward and explain, but I raised my hand and cut her off. "Save it. You lost the right to speak to us the moment you let Jude dig up my parents' graves." Gunthar walked up to me and swept the red cloth off the plaque, revealing the bold, gliding words dancing across the wood. "Sword of the nation, guardian of the people." "Company, attention! Render salute to the First-Class Meritorious Hero of Talon Unit, Callan Wright!"

Zane took command of the infantry—two thousand disciplined, shield-bearing wolves holding the high ground above the beaches, ready to catch whatever survived the bombardment. Isra and Sable managed the massive, layered array of three hundred Firewalls, stationed safely in the deep keep of the sanctuary, ready to swallow the trauma of the war. Kaden and Lyra sat in the highest tower of the sanctuary. They were the eyes. They were the targeting computer. And Elias stood in the center of it all. The twenty-four-year-old boy was the conduit. The bridge. He was holding the combined tension of an industrialized continent. His silver band was no longer glowing; it was burning white-hot, physically

However, the War God Pavilion had proven itself to be the strongest line of defense, even with just an aggregate of 500 individuals. The squads in the War-God Pavilion could only be deployed after the consistent agreement from all collaborating parties. If there is disagreement from any side, the War God Pavilion’s head—War God Shaman—could easily decline the request or mission. In fact, the War God Shaman could even decline the request, even if both parties agreed, implying how frantically dominant the Pavilion actually was. Each member of the Pavilion was cream of the cream. When Creed saw the burning fist symbol, he silently backed off from the battle area. He was already in a terrible sh