Chapter 400: A Storm at the Gate
Regis scanned the faces behind him, there was no one left to spare.
Including Dana, he had only three priests remaining under his command. Though there were still many Transcendent-ranked powerhouses, their strength lay in single-target combat. Against hordes, their effectiveness was limited. Wide-area devastation wasn’t in their arsenal.
And with a city wall stretching dozens of miles, even if he threw every last veteran at the northern front, it still wouldn’t be enough.
"Let that girl go north! Old Regis, how about you and I hold the line and deal with these smaller pests?"
The voice cut through the tension like a blade. Calm. Casual. Yet unmistakably provocative.
Everyone turned to look. Who would dare speak so brazenly here?
Only one Regis stood on this wall. And being called Old Regis to his face—well, that narrowed things down.
Regis, however, simply smirked. "You old rascal," he said, eyes gleaming. "Ethan and I are practically brothers now, but you were one step quicker, huh? Even got him calling you uncle. What now—trying to steal this old man’s spotlight? So, this is the great War God Jed—shameless as ever!"
"Hmph." Uncle Jed strolled forward, ignoring Ethan’s startled expression. With each step, his presence swelled, like a tide crashing against a dam.
By the time he reached Ethan’s side, the sheer force of his aura eclipsed everything around them.
For the first time since they’d met, Ethan felt Uncle Jed’s true strength—and it was suffocating.
Of all the powers he’d encountered in the Sea of Death, none had ever made him feel quite like this.