Chapter 898: 898
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As Akashiri pushed his sword deeper into Iverson's stomach, he began vomiting up blood. Akashiri pushed Iverson towards the cliff. You are a very powerful man. I can tell you that." But you aren't powerful enough to kill a superior officer of the Zero Militia Force!" Iverson suddenly ripped Akashiri's sword out of his gut stumbling towards the edge. He was losing a lot of blood. Because he was losing a lot of blood, he was turning pale. He collapsed on his right knee placing his left hand over his stomach. As Akashiri approached him, Iverson quickly reacted. Iverson pulled his last plasma handgun, which he had tucked in his back of his waist. He began rapidly opening fire on Akashiri. Akashiri easily parried the plasma bolts. As he came closer, he pulled out a Kunai, throwing it into Iverson's neck. Blood began squirting off his neck like a fountain.
He ripped the Kunai out of his chest and grinned, backing off the cliff into the abyss that led to a spiky and rocky ground. As Iverson smashed on the ground, every one of his bones was broken and shattered like glass. Lucky for Iverson, he was already dead when the Kunai was thrown in his neck. Akashiri took a deep breath and turned his back away from the cliff walking back to the burning hotel. Before he reached the hotel he passed out. His face smashed into the snow. Before Iverson died he placed a grin on his face. Even though he lost his life he still won. The hazardous gas bomb instantly activated. The green gas came out of his nostrils and mouth-filling the air with green hazardous gas that would kill anything that came in contact with it. As a bird flew nearby, the feathered creature fell from the sky like a fly that wings wet. The bird's eyes turned white, and it's heart suddenly stopped. As nearby Zero Militia convoys saw the green gas they would instantly know that one of their superior officers had been killed.
Main Zero Militia Controlled Facility, Dragic Castle...
Dragic Castle once belonged to the Lord Dragic, the sworn leader and controller of the Isle Of Zero Degrees Celsius. However 3 weeks ago when the Zero Militia arrived his followers and soldiers were killed. Lord Briton was thrown into the dungeon of the Dragic Castle by the leader of the Zero Militia, Ingram Butler. Unlike the other Zero Militia soldier's he wasn't a self. He was human. A towering human. Ingram stood up to 7'6, weighing 300 pounds of muscle. On Ingram's body, he had multiple scars fighting the previous leader of the Zero Militia when the royal family requested that the previous Zero Militia who was an Elf to retire. Ingram had to be at least 50 years old. His weapon was an incredibly large halberd made from silver that kept his enemies a distant. He wore heavy black metal boots, black gauntlets, a hefty brown leather jacket that protected him from the cold, and black unstoppable heavy elven which was originally blue but he had it dyed black.
Finally, he wore a cape made from a sabre-tooth cat pelt he strangled with his bare hands. Lord Dragic sat in his prison cell, writing on a small piece of paper informing his captain of guard who was on vacation relaxing on a sunny paradise, drinking a bottle of beer. As he finished writing on the small paper, he whistled, calling a small bird that would deliver the message. Lord Dragic just hoped he would receive the message. As he was about to go to sleep, the giant steel door of the dungeon began creaking open. Even though Lord Dragic allowed himself to be captured, doesn't mean he was weak.
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As Akashiri pushed his sword deeper into Iverson's stomach, he began vomiting up blood. Akashiri pushed Iverson towards the cliff. You are a very powerful man. I can tell you that." But you aren't powerful enough to kill a superior officer of the Zero Militia Force!" Iverson suddenly ripped Akashiri's sword out of his gut stumbling towards the edge. He was losing a lot of blood. Because he was losing a lot of blood, he was turning pale. He collapsed on his right knee placing his left hand over his stomach. As Akashiri approached him, Iverson quickly reacted. Iverson pulled his last plasma handgun, which he had tucked in his back of his waist. He began rapidly opening fire on Akashiri. Akashiri easily parried the plasma bolts. As he came closer, he pulled out a Kunai, throwing it into Iverson's neck. Blood began squirting off his neck like a fountain.
He ripped the Kunai out of his chest and grinned, backing off the cliff into the abyss that led to a spiky and rocky ground. As Iverson smashed on the ground, every one of his bones was broken and shattered like glass. Lucky for Iverson, he was already dead when the Kunai was thrown in his neck. Akashiri took a deep breath and turned his back away from the cliff walking back to the burning hotel. Before he reached the hotel he passed out. His face smashed into the snow. Before Iverson died he placed a grin on his face. Even though he lost his life he still won. The hazardous gas bomb instantly activated. The green gas came out of his nostrils and mouth-filling the air with green hazardous gas that would kill anything that came in contact with it. As a bird flew nearby, the feathered creature fell from the sky like a fly that wings wet. The bird's eyes turned white, and it's heart suddenly stopped. As nearby Zero Militia convoys saw the green gas they would instantly know that one of their superior officers had been killed.
Main Zero Militia Controlled Facility, Dragic Castle...
Dragic Castle once belonged to the Lord Dragic, the sworn leader and controller of the Isle Of Zero Degrees Celsius. However 3 weeks ago when the Zero Militia arrived his followers and soldiers were killed. Lord Briton was thrown into the dungeon of the Dragic Castle by the leader of the Zero Militia, Ingram Butler. Unlike the other Zero Militia soldier's he wasn't a self. He was human. A towering human. Ingram stood up to 7'6, weighing 300 pounds of muscle. On Ingram's body, he had multiple scars fighting the previous leader of the Zero Militia when the royal family requested that the previous Zero Militia who was an Elf to retire. Ingram had to be at least 50 years old. His weapon was an incredibly large halberd made from silver that kept his enemies a distant. He wore heavy black metal boots, black gauntlets, a hefty brown leather jacket that protected him from the cold, and black unstoppable heavy elven which was originally blue but he had it dyed black.
Finally, he wore a cape made from a sabre-tooth cat pelt he strangled with his bare hands. Lord Dragic sat in his prison cell, writing on a small piece of paper informing his captain of guard who was on vacation relaxing on a sunny paradise, drinking a bottle of beer. As he finished writing on the small paper, he whistled, calling a small bird that would deliver the message. Lord Dragic just hoped he would receive the message. As he was about to go to sleep, the giant steel door of the dungeon began creaking open. Even though Lord Dragic allowed himself to be captured, doesn't mean he was weak.
As Akashiri pushed his sword deeper into Iverson's stomach, he began vomiting up blood. Akashiri pushed Iverson towards the cliff. You are a very powerful man. I can tell you that." But you aren't powerful enough to kill a superior officer of the Zero Militia Force!" Iverson suddenly ripped Akashiri's sword out of his gut stumbling towards the edge. He was losing a lot of blood. Because he was losing a lot of blood, he was turning pale. He collapsed on his right knee placing his left hand over his stomach. As Akashiri approached him, Iverson quickly reacted. Iverson pulled his last plasma handgun, which he had tucked in his back of his waist. He began rapidly opening fire on Akashiri. Akashiri easily parried the plasma bolts. As he came closer, he pulled out a Kunai, throwing it into Iverson's neck. Blood began squirting off his neck like a fountain. He ripped the Kunai out of his chest and grinned, backing off the cliff into the abyss that led to a spiky and rocky ground. As Iverson smashed on the ground, every one of his bones was broken and shattered like glass. Lucky for Iverson, he was already dead when the Kunai was thrown in his neck. Akashiri took a deep breath and turned his back away from the cliff walking back to the burning hotel. Before he reached the hotel he passed out. His face smashed into the snow. Before Iverson died he placed a grin on his face. Even though he lost his life he still won. The hazardous gas bomb instantly activated. The green gas came out of his nostrils and mouth-filling the air with green hazardous gas that would kill anything that came in contact with it. As a bird flew nearby, the feathered creature fell from the sky like a fly that wings wet. The bird's eyes turned white, and it's heart suddenly stopped. As nearby Zero Militia convoys saw the green gas they would instantly know that one of their superior officers had been killed. Main Zero Militia Controlled Facility, Dragic Castle... Dragic Castle once belonged to the Lord Dragic, the sworn leader and controller of the Isle Of Zero Degrees Celsius. However 3 weeks ago when the Zero Militia arrived his followers and soldiers were killed. Lord Briton was thrown into the dungeon of the Dragic Castle by the leader of the Zero Militia, Ingram Butler. Unlike the other Zero Militia soldier's he wasn't a self. He was human. A towering human. Ingram stood up to 7'6, weighing 300 pounds of muscle. On Ingram's body, he had multiple scars fighting the previous leader of the Zero Militia when the royal family requested that the previous Zero Militia who was an Elf to retire. Ingram had to be at least 50 years old. His weapon was an incredibly large halberd made from silver that kept his enemies a distant. He wore heavy black metal boots, black gauntlets, a hefty brown leather jacket that protected him from the cold, and black unstoppable heavy elven which was originally blue but he had it dyed black. Finally, he wore a cape made from a sabre-tooth cat pelt he strangled with his bare hands. Lord Dragic sat in his prison cell, writing on a small piece of paper informing his captain of guard who was on vacation relaxing on a sunny paradise, drinking a bottle of beer. As he finished writing on the small paper, he whistled, calling a small bird that would deliver the message. Lord Dragic just hoped he would receive the message. As he was about to go to sleep, the giant steel door of the dungeon began creaking open. Even though Lord Dragic allowed himself to be captured, doesn't mean he was weak.
