Arlis had already prepared herself for the worst.
From the soldier’s aura, she could tell that his strength was not very high, and she vaguely felt that he was around the Elite level.
With such a siege, the chances of survival were slim!
The silver-armored girl beside her froze in surprise and asked,
"Arlis, didn’t you kill those alien races chasing you in the depths of the mountains?"
Arlis furrowed her brows even deeper and slowly shook her head,
"I... I had no strength left to fight back at that ti."
Outside the room, Richard frowned slightly.
Philippe turned to glance at him.
Previously, he had been focused on stabilizing Arlis’ injuries, rushing against ti, and hadn’t had the chance to ask about the details.
Richard understood and stepped into the room.
"Uncle Richard."
Arlis nodded toward him.
"The kid... he’s still alive," Richard replied, his tone sowhat complex.
"Did you save ?"
Arlis detected the implication in Richard’s words; he had clearly been to the area.
Richard didn’t directly answer but instead asked,
"Arlis, are you saying that those people who chased you... and the alien beast lords, weren’t you the one who killed them?"
Before leaving Iron Dragon Fortress, he had been concerned about the safety of the fortress due to the alien races’ pursuers, so he had specifically asked Garson.
He had been told that most of the pursuers had already been killed!
At that ti, he assud that Arlis had unleashed all her power at the last mont and turned the tables on the enemies.
But now, it seed things weren’t as they appeared.
Arlis looked confused.
"Was it not you... then did soone else under father’s command rescue ?"
Richard shook his head and turned to look at Philippe, a look of confusion on his face.
"When we arrived, that soldier was just carrying Arlis out of the mountains... he was severely injured, almost unrecognizable."
"I thought it was because of the energy waves from Arlis fighting the enemies, but I didn’t think much of it at the ti. But based on what Arlis is saying now..."
"It can’t be!"
Richard stopped mid-sentence, shaking his head repeatedly, as if even he couldn’t convince himself.
The others outside looked at each other, puzzled. One of them asked,
"What can’t be?"
"Richard, explain yourself clearly."
Philippe’s expression also showed surprise.
What kind of person could make Richard, soone who’s been through countless battles, act so unsettled?
The silver-armored girl suddenly looked at Richard in shock.
"Uncle Richard, do you an... the soldier who saved Arlis and killed all the pursuers was that soldier?!"
"No, that’s not realistic..."
Richard shook his head while explaining to Philippe,
"I checked. The kid who saved Arlis seed to be at the Elite level at the ti, and Garson also ntioned that he had just joined the patrol recently."
"But before we left, Garson confird that more than twenty alien races geniuses and several alien beast lords chasing Arlis had been killed. Those were geniuses from Thunderclan, Blackwater Clan, Firewing Clan, the worst of them being top Masters, and Bruce was among the best..."
"How could an Elite-level recruit possibly save Arlis from their siege and kill them all?"
Without needing further explanation, everyone present understood how impossible this was!
It was an insurmountable challenge!
"Perhaps a passing human powerhouse ca to help, rescued Arlis, and left quietly,"
suggested another powerful figure.
Though this seed more like a far-fetched explanation they ca up with after rejecting all other possibilities.
After all, no one wanted to believe that an Elite-level soldier could achieve such an incredible feat.
"Maybe... it really is true?"
The silver-armored girl spoke softly.
Because she had seen Raine in his pitiful state with her own eyes.
At that ti, he was covered in blood, his face barely recognizable, but so things couldn’t be faked.
She looked at Richard,
"Uncle Richard, you must have seen his injuries."
"His chest was split open, flesh and blood in tatters, his body was covered in wounds, and his face... that was clearly the result of a brutal battle, not just a simple aftermath of an energy wave."
"Please, think about it. If he was at the Elite level, and the ones chasing Arlis were Master-level warriors, even being brushed by their battle energy would be enough to tear him apart."
"In that case, how could he have only been severely injured and still managed to carry Arlis out?"
Richard fell silent.
This analysis made sense, and combined with all the signs, this most unbelievable hypothesis now seed to be the most likely one.
"This... is inconceivable!"
The others were stunned, unable to hide their shock.
"If it really was an Elite-level soldier who killed so many alien races geniuses, at his age, he must be a natural-born prodigy!"
Arlis fell deep into thought.
She had heard every word clearly.
She felt both relieved that the soldier who saved her might still be alive and incredibly curious about the truth behind it all.
Fragnts of mory resurfaced in her mind.
Even when surrounded by strong enemies, the soldier remained completely calm.
In fact, she vaguely rembered hearing him curse at the pursuers!
Could it really have been him?
But facing such a formidable lineup, even she would have to retreat.
How did he manage to do it?
Philippe tightened his grip on Arlis’ hand and stood up.
As a Legendary figure who had experienced countless storms, though his heart was moved, his expression remained calm.
He gave orders to one of his n.
"Imdiately send soone to Iron Dragon Fortress to investigate this matter thoroughly. We must uncover everything about that soldier."
He paused, then continued,
"Imdiately allocate five hundred sets of armor-piercing heavy rifles to Iron Dragon Fortress. Additionally, in my personal na, prepare a set of Blood Knight armor as a gift for that soldier."
"Commander, this... the legion commanders may not agree..."
Several of his subordinates looked uneasy.
This scale of additional supplies could cause objections from other commanders on the front lines.
"The deficit will be covered from the Embers Council’s reserves. I will personally explain the situation,"
Philippe said decisively, his tone leaving no room for argunt.
...
anwhile, in the Gargoyle Clan’s territory.
In a luxuriously decorated courtyard, two young n with extraordinary auras were sitting.
One had four pairs of dark, retracted bone wings growing from his back, dressed in a black robe.
A fierce, sinister pattern was etched on half of his face, giving him an eerie appearance.
The other had four pairs of elegant silver-white wings and a snowflake-like silver mark on his forehead. His long silver hair made him resemble a divine sculpture from legend!
"Do you think the news about the eastern front is true?"
The dark-winged youth looked at the silver-winged youth.
The silver-winged youth, nad Zor, appeared slightly serious.
"Two of our elders were in Crimson City at the ti, so the source of the news should be reliable."
"If it’s true, then he’s a prodigy who hasn’t fully grown yet, right?"
"And his starting point was only Elite level..."
Nyx, the dark-winged youth, smirked a strange smile.
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