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Chapter 598

Chapter 598

Seeing this, Morton's face changed several times. In the end, he clenched his teeth, drew his

longsword, and charged forward. Just as Grace Field had said, they had already submitted to Chris,

and there was no other choice. If they didn't act now, they would probably die afterwards! Since they

had decided to follow him, this was their only choice!

Witnessing Morton and Grace Field join the battlefield, a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of

Chris's mouth. If Morton and Grace Field had been timid and afraid of death, he would have driven

them away directly. In Chris's eyes, there was no need for useless people by his side!

"Kid, do you have to be so stubborn? There are tens of thousands of warriors; what if your

subordinates are wiped out?" Peter Jefferson asked with a worried face.

He hadn't expected that Chris's subordinates would be so fearless of life and death and follow Chris's

orders so obediently. Would they dare to challenge the world with just a hundred people? Did they

really think that tens of thousands of warriors were all weaklings?

"Hehe!" Chris chuckled and said, "Old man, just wait and see! My subordinates have never let me

down!"

After saying that, Chris's eyes turned toward the battlefield, revealing boundless confidence. He and

Tiger, along with the royal guards, had fought side by side for many years. They had encountered

countless gunfights and more dangerous situations countless times.

Chris could no longer remember how many times he had fought alongside his comrades through life

and death. He remembered that during one invasion by the southern barbarians, they had deployed an

army of 300, 000. Chris had only 3, 000 royal guards by his side. Even so, under his leadership, the 3,

000 royal guards fought fearlessly, going in and out of the enemy ranks seven times.

In the end, the 300, 000 barbarians collapsed. Chris led the bloodstained royal guards in a thousand-

mile pursuit, creating a bloody storm. A hundred thousand barbarian soldiers were killed, and their

blood dyed the earth red. Since then, the border barbarians had never dared to covet Amerosia again.

These were Chris's subordinates! These were Chris's brothers! His Guards of Death, his soldiers!

Peter Jefferson, at this moment, seemed to be infected by Chris's confidence and stopped speaking.

But he really couldn't figure out what kind of subordinates would make Chris so confident and what kind

of person Chris was to make such heroes risk their lives for him.

Peter Jefferson also stared at Tiger and the others. He wanted to see how Tiger's mere hundred men

would withstand the attack of tens of thousands of warriors.

At the same time, tens of thousands of warriors from all directions came swarming towards them.

Tiger's challenge with just a hundred men made them feel deeply humiliated.

They were all experts from various martial arts schools; when had they ever suffered such humiliation?

"Kill them all! Let them know the power of our martial arts factions!"

"That's right! Kill them, and then kill that crow-mouthed Chris!"

"What Southern Alliance Master? Today, we will tear him to pieces!"

For a moment, the sky was filled with cursing. They had already been unhappy with Chris. This

damned guy had killed hundreds of their martial arts comrades on the first day after coming to

Jefferson Village and called everyone trash!

If it weren't for the consideration of the Dragon Emblem fragment, they would have killed him long ago!

Now, the Dragon Emblem fragment had finally appeared, and Chris had only a hundred men!

Today was his death day! They would use Chris's blood to wash away their humiliation! They would let

Chris know that there are always people better than him! novelbin

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