La Guerrera Capitulo 70 Novels & Stories

Instead of satisfaction, his anger and irritation surged. “FUCK!!” He stormed out of the main security office, slamming the door behind him. Kaizer casually flicked the cockroaches off his body. The war between them had begun, unrelenting, and neither would ever surrender. The Guerrero mansion itself would tremble under the chaos of a young master and a bodyguard who refused to yield.

--- Kira and ten Forgotten fighters smashed through the weak side barrier— motorcycles screaming, trucks ramming, guns firing. Chaos exploded. --- Bullets tore through the air. Men shouted. Tires screeched. --- Kael shifted—half-wolf—claws ripping free. He lunged, dropping the nearest guard hard. Liora hit the ground behind the car just like he told her. --- Kira’s voice cut through the noise. “Get the girl! Go!” --- Kael carved a path toward Vortigern. Claws slashed. Fangs snapped. Two guards fell bleeding.

The Infinity Steles floated around him, exuding prehistoric power. “Haha.” Recovering from the shock, Gutierre laughed. “It seems that killing you will take some time.” Even though James did not die, Gutierre did not care. To him, he merely needed to waste a little more time. Then, Gutierre made his move. He took the initiative to launch an attack. Holding the Heaven-Piercer Halberd, he slashed before him, and the terrifying power moved like waves. James had a look of indifference as his aura became strange.

"Who the hell gave you the guts to try to cheat me? I paid you $200,000 in consultation fees, and yet you worked with an outsider to rob my warehouse!" He punched Greg hard in the face, and Greg's gentlemanly face instantly swelled. His glasses flew into the air and shattered when they hit the ground. "Mr. Chapman, I can explain! This is all a misunderstanding!" He shouted fearfully. "There's nothing to misunderstand here!" Tony kicked Greg to the ground. "Drag this traitor out of here!" Several brawny workers who had never liked Greg came forward right away and dragged him away like a sack. Greg's screams echoed in the warehouse, and they slowly diminished as he got further away. The debacl

“Shoot them! Don’t stop until they die!” But when I howled, the wolves Guerrero had kept inside the room had found hope and courage. With the remaining strength they had left, they howled back and tried to break the door which distracted the goons. Luther and I used that to our advantage. He, Isaac, and Tristan shot them while I lunged at Guerrero. I lifted him with one hand until his feet dangled while my other hand crushed his hand, the one which held the gun. The weapon slipped from his hand when his fingers broke.

The Guardian's arm bent the wrong way. The second soldier attacked immediately. Luca sidestepped. Grabbed the man's shoulder. Used his momentum against him. And slammed him headfirst into a tree. The impact sounded painful. Extremely painful. The third Guardian hesitated. Just for a second. Just long enough. Luca drove an elbow into his throat. The armored soldier collapsed instantly. Three Guardians. Less than ten seconds. Done. Yet Luca wasn't smiling. Wasn't relieved. Because something felt wrong. Very wrong.

The words landed hard. Because she already knew they were true. Now that she had seen Guerero fight with her own eyes, she could no longer lie to herself. Then suddenly, Guerero saw Genaro. And something inside him snapped. His eyes turned wild instantly. No strategy. No caution. Just rage. He charged straight at Genaro. Danika barely had time to react. Guerero slammed into her shoulder as he rushed forward, throwing her violently aside. She crashed hard against the ground.

As one my fighters voices soared with mine, our courage indomitable beneath the ancient sentinels. River gasping against a redwood bole, axe leveled at this throat. Jeremy snarls "Ready to surrender, mangy cur?" Rivero smiles cruelly even as blood bubbles on his lips. "Why Captain, this is but the opening gambit. By sundown all you hold dear will be ash on the wind!" Jeremy recoils eyes wide with dawning horror. Chaos erupted as a hulking Rogue warrior burst from the underbrush, barreling straight towards me with a guttural bellow. I pivoted at the last instant, his claws cleaving only air as I spun beyond reach.

the crowd chanted, their voices rolling like thunder. Guerrero did not smile. He stood still, stone faced, unshaken. “Since you refuse to step down the easy way,” he said calmly, “we will do it the hard way. You rebel.” Lucia grabbed a nearby arrow, pulled the string, and fired at the nearest soldier. The arrow struck his armor, bounced off, and clattered uselessly to the ground. The soldiers looked at the spot where it hit… then laughed. They rushed her all at once. Strong hands seized her arms and legs, dragging her down. Ropes were fastened tightly around her wrists and ankles.

another soldier began, turning his rifle under his chin in a grim resolution. Bang! The gunshot ricocheted, missing the soldier’s head entirely. A scarred, wax-covered hand had intervened, knocking the barrel off target. The figure behind it was imposing, muscles tense with the bearing of authority—a Baron. Others flanked him, igniting a flamethrower that roared to life with infernal light. A sheet of flame erupted, forming a searing barricade that incinerated the moths attempting to follow. The roaring blaze illuminated the Baron’s features: it was Gazier.