An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2480

“Damn it! This guy is tougher than I thought. We’re in real trouble if this keeps up,” Connor said, swinging his twin blades with all his might. Each strike aimed for Axel’s weak spots.

But Axel was fast. He dodged back and forth, avoiding any direct hits. It was clear he was just buying time.

“Sir Prescott should be far enough away by now. There’s no point in dragging this out. Let’s fall back,” he called out.

Seeing the situation was hopeless, Dave thought about retreating. He didn’t fear death, but he also didn’t want to waste his life for nothing.

Since Warrick had escaped, their mission to intercept him was over.

“You guys hold him off. The rest of you, fall back with me,” Connor commanded.

Taking charge, Connor quickly decided to retreat, leaving a few decoys behind to buy them some time.

They had just run a short distance when a wave of soldiers suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley. Hundreds, maybe even thousands, filled the narrow space, blocking any chance of escape.

“Fall back!” Connor shouted.

He and Dave exchanged worried glances.

Without thinking twice, they turned and ran in the opposite direction. Charging into an enemy that outnumbered them by so much would be a death sentence.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of synchronized footsteps coming from ahead, and the ground began to tremble.

Connor and Dave skidded to a stop, their eyes widening in shock as they looked down the road.

A wave of black steel was rushing toward them.

The soldiers wore dark armor, and their faces were hidden behind scary masks. They were tall, with sharp eyes, exuding a deadly authority. Their presence was even more intimidating than that of the elite enforcement unit.

“Draken Guardians?” Connor whispered, his face turning pale as he noticed the emblem on their uniforms.

The Black Dragon Army of West Lucozia was known as the best military force in the land, unbeatable and unmatched. But among them were the Draken Guardians, an elite group selected from thousands of soldiers. They were the very best, with around a hundred members, each a master of combat. Any one of them could easily take on Connor or Dave.

Normally, the castle wouldn’t send such a powerful force unless the situation was extremely serious. Neither Connor nor Dave expected the legendary Draken Guardians to be called into this conflict.

When the Guardians arrived, Connor and Dave realized there was no way out. They felt confident against thousands of soldiers, but facing a hundred Draken Guardians was a different story.

Meanwhile, Axel had joined the reinforcements and was closing in fast. Connor, Dave, and their hundred Red Legion soldiers found themselves trapped, caught between a strong enemy in front and another one behind. They had nowhere to run or hide; they were completely surrounded.

Suddenly, the Draken Guardians stopped. A tall, strong middle-aged general stepped forward. His piercing gaze swept over Connor and Dave before he spoke in a cold, commanding voice. “Surrender, or die.”

His words were simple but carried a heavy threat. This general was Jaxon Steele, known for his remarkable achievements during the castle’s crisis the previous year. He wasn’t interested in Connor or Dave—they were just small fry. His real target was Warrick, who was on his way to becoming an ultimate grandmaster.

Only someone like Warrick was worth the Draken Guardians’ attention.

“What should we do?” Dave asked, glancing at Connor and tightening his grip on his blade. The two were…

Blood brothers, bound by a promise. They didn’t need to share the same day, month, or year. They only vowed to die together on the same day.

“What else can we do? Fight the bastards!” Connor said, gritting his teeth with determination.

With the city locked down and both of them labeled as traitors, surrender would only lead to a terrible fate. They might as well risk everything and go out in a blaze of glory.

“Okay. Let’s do it,” Dave replied, taking a deep breath and steeling himself.

“Soldiers, kill them!” Connor shouted.

With a fierce roar, Connor charged forward, and Dave raced alongside him. They led the remaining Red Legion soldiers straight toward Jaxon.

“Leave no one alive,” Jaxon ordered coldly.

More than 100 Draken Guardians drew their swords in unison and advanced silently.

On one side, the Red Legion charged with fierce battle cries, their energy unstoppable. On the other, the Draken Guardians moved forward quietly, each step radiating deadly intent.

After a brief rush, the two forces collided. But then, something horrifying occurred.

The black-armored Draken Guardians cut through the Red Legion like a scythe through grass. The battle was quick and brutal, with barely any resistance.

In moments, the elite Red Legion soldiers, including their commanders Connor and Dave, fell into pools of blood.

The scene left Axel and his men, who had just arrived, trembling in shock. They had heard stories of the Draken Guardians and knew they were one of the castle’s secret weapons.

But witnessing their strength firsthand made it clear just how powerful they truly were. Even the elite Red Legion, chosen from thousands, was taken down effortlessly.