His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0596 Three minutes...

Out on the Pacifara Bay, the Giant Whale Lord of War and the Wild Wave Lord of War were reeling, wiping blood from their lips, locking eyes, each seeing the other's disbelief. I They had miscalculated.

Both were seasoned veterans, over sixty, their bodies hardened by war and their command extending far and wide. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with, unbeatable—or so they thought. 2 However, facing the legendary Lord of War, they crumbled in an instant. Was that the power of the mightiest Lord of War? I Losing two Lords of War was not just a threat— it was something Alexander could actually pull off.

"You two Lords of War, you've been bested!" In the command centers of the Giant Whale

and Wild Wave curriers, hundreds of onlookers —spotters, military gurus, top brass—were all staring, slack-jawed at the main screen, shock written all over their faces.

Defeat was not the scary part. It was the bone- chilling intent to kill that Alexander radiated, the threat he had just made. Even through the screen, they could feel the icy edge of his fury, a volcano ready to blow.

If the Hexagonal Tower did not cough up a good excuse in the next three minutes, Alexander was going to unleash hell. No way the two top Lord of War and their massive carrier fleets were getting out of that one unscathed.

That was the kind of pressure only the world's strongest Lord of War could exert—a bone- chilling presence that was his and his alone.

"Who is it, who could it possibly be..." Right then, in Umbracia's command center, the military's big cheese, Jameson Schmidt, and his right-hand man, Wilton, stood at the top of the food chain, sweating bullets as they

watched the live feed from the combat satellites. There was Alexander, standing tall and defiant on the big screen, making them quake in their boots.

Alexander had given them a three-minute countdown, and time was ticking away! If they could not track down where that missile came from, that unbeatable Lord of War was going to explode in a fury and wipe I out their Lord of War and their carrier armadas. Umbracia would never recover from that kind of hit.

"Hesberg! It's that four-star general from the Bertley military base, Hesberg!" At the back of the Hexagonal Tower, a white- haired professor with gold-rimmed glasses jabbed a finger at the screen, his lips quivering: "l've got him, it was him! "Just eight hours ago, Hesberg went behind our backs, gave the green light for an electromagnetic missile, and scrubbed all the records... It's a setup, a massive setup.

Hesberg's betraying us, he's trying to start a

war with Wyverna on purpose!” Hesberg?! Jameson's entire body shook with urgency.

Without wasting a moment, he snatched up the communicator from the command console, his voice quivering. "Quick, get a message to Alexander. We've pinpointed the missile's origin. Tell him to hold his fire! "It was Hesberg acting alone, the Hexagonal Tower's not involved. Tell him to stand down, to spare the two Lord of War and their fleets.

We're going after Hesberg now, to haul him before a military tribunal!” The Hexagonal Tower's message, beamed down by satellite, reached the Pacifara Bay's expanse in an instant, its words booming from the loudspeakers of the Giant Whale and Wild Wave carrier fleets.

"Apprehend Hesberg, take him to a military tribunal...” Alexander, with the sea beneath his feet, fixed his gaze towards Umbracia, a chilling glint of fury in his eyes, his body seemingly engulfed in

tangible flames.

Was all that really necessary? The vengeance for a slain wife, the feud of blood, an enmity so deep it could never be shared under the same sky! "Temple Lord Kane!" Across the way, the Giant Whale and Wild Wave Lords of War felt a knot of anxiety.

Bracing themselves, they stepped forward and, following the customs of Wyverna, they saluted Alexander with a respectful fist-and- palm gesture. "Umbracia has spoken. We'll see to it that this is settled to Temple Lord Kane's satisfaction. Please, Temple Lord Kane, temper your wrath, we..." Temper his wrath? Alexander's laughter rang out.

It was a laugh of madness, of wild abandon, a laugh thick with the promise of vengeance, a laugh that seemed to echo with the specter of death itself!

"Juno!" He ignored the Giant Whale and Wild Wave Lord of War, and without a second glance, whipped out his phone and dialed the satellite line to the Lord of War carrier fleet. His voice thundered with fury, "Get the electronic strike team ready. We're heading to Umbracia to storm the Bertley military base!" The man responsible, Umbracia's four-star General Hesberg, commanded the skies of Bertley war base. This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

He was the one who gave the order to fire the missile that blasted Amber's Maxine fighter jet out of the sky.

He was the reason Amber vanished without a trace, the reason Maxine and the valiant White Tiger Duke of War met their end in the unforgiving sea.

Hesberg... he had to pay with his life!