Chapter 1439

They turned their heads to look at the arrival of the Great Marshal, Julian Thisleton.

His current strength had reached the very top of the Platinum Archduke and he could fly up to hundreds of meters in one leap.

He lightly flew across the crowd as people stared at him in admiration.

He stopped right in front of Emily, which made Sole Wolf halted his actions.

By now, the people in the crowd started cheering for him one after another.

“Great Marshal, you’re the backbone of Eurasia and our idol!”

“Go defeat the enemy and make Eurasia proud!”

“The Great Marshal is unrivalled once he attacks!”

What they didn’t know was that Julian and Emily had joined hands to frame the previous Great Marshal. In their eyes, Julian was still mighty and fair.

Julian looked at Zeke with disdain. “Zeke, are you prepared to bow before me?”

The latter shrugged. “What? Did you suddenly you gained some strength that you’re this confident of defeating General Maples when he had beaten both you and your father so bad that you had to sneak away like rats last time?”

His words caused a wave of guilt to crash through Julian, but he forced out a calm front. “Hmph! Stop babbling nonsense! When I defeat General Maples later, the first thing I want you to do is to kneel and apologize to me!”

Zeke frowned when he saw how composed and confident the other man was.

Did he really prepare a killer skill to take down General Maples?

At this moment, Ares had also arrived.

He cast a quick glance at Zeke with a trace of contempt before turning to Julian. “It’s time to go to the battlefield,” he uttered earnestly. “You must return with victory. If you bring disgrace to Eurasia, don’t blame me for not showing you any mercy.”

Julian clenched his fists. “Don’t worry, father. I promise I will not humiliate you.”

He jumped to cross the strait and directly landed in the arena on the twentieth island.

When Ares saw that his son had safely landed, he sat down next to Zeke.

“Zeke, come here for a second. I need to tell you something.” Sole Wolf lowered his voice.

Zeke got up and followed the latter to his personal lounge.

“Zeke, it doesn’t matter if Julian wins or loses this time. Both outcomes are bad for us,” Sole Wolf began. “If he loses, it will ruin Eurasia’s reputation. But if he wins, doesn’t that mean you actually have to bow before him?”

“Don’t worry. Everything is under my control,” replied Zeke with a smile. “Today is the day where Eurasia gains its fame without me being humiliated, of course. You only need to do as I instructed.”

“Okay.” Sole Wolf nodded. “I’m at ease now that I heard this from you.”

With that, Zeke returned to his seat.

As soon as he sat down, the people from the Lundr faction burst into cheers when they saw a figure flew over. It was General Ragnar Maples!

The prestige status of General Maples in Lundr was equivalent to that of the Great Marshal during his heyday.

The cheers he got were so loud it could have shaken the heavens as he flew all the way to the twentieth island and landed right in front of Julian.

Once the enemies met, the atmosphere became tense.

This marked the official confrontation between Eurasia and Lundr.

General Maples glared at Julian disdainfully. “We meet again, deserter.”

“Shut up,” Julian angrily rebuked. “I’ll defeat you in no time so stop the big talk. I let you escape last time. But I’ll make sure to go for your head this time.”

“Haha. Eurasians are really good at deceiving themselves I see, especially you. You seem so confident that you can defeat me,” General Maples mocked.

Julian spat, “Enough nonsense. Let’s begin. You’re not even qualified to waste my time.”

“Now hold on for a minute,” General Maples said. “Are we going to fight just like this? How boring.”