Afterward, Lionel Yeager and his companions boarded one of the warships.
All eyes from the Blood Guards looked towards Lionel Yeager, filled with admiration.
Not long ago, when their Blood Race was in peril, Lionel Yeager revealed his divine might, saving their race; he also led them to their first major victory against the Holy Light Church.
In their hearts, Lionel Yeager was like a godly man.
They felt endless admiration and gratitude toward Lionel Yeager.
Recently, upon learning that Lionel Yeager needed help, they all hurried over.
Lionel Yeager glanced at all the Blood Guards and said in a loud voice, "Now my friend is in danger, and I am very grateful that everyone could come to help!
However, this time we will be facing multiple organizations simultaneously, and it may be very dangerous!
I hope everyone can take good care of themselves, and if you canโt hold on, donโt force it!"
"Mr. Yeager, your kindness to our Blood Race is as vast as the mountains and the seas!
Not to mention helping you, even if we have to die for you, we have no complaints!"
"Yes, it is an honor for us to fight alongside you again, Mr. Yeager!"
All the guardians shouted this out with firm eyes, showing no fear.
"Thank you, everyone!"
Lionel Yeager nodded deeply, then swung his hand mightily, "Letโs set out now, to the Slaughter God Temple!"
"Yes!"
Everyone responded in unison.
Then fifteen warships started up simultaneously, heading towards the Slaughter God Temple...
...
Meanwhile.
Arctic Ocean.
Extreme Cold Land.
Here lay a small island.
This small island, known as "Ice Island," is where the Slaughter God Temple, one of the Four Top-level Assassin Organizations of the Dark World, is located.
But now, in a maritime region not far from the island, a bloody battle was unfolding.
Seventy steel warships were stationed on the sea.
Eighteen of them belonged to the Slaughter God Temple.
The remaining fifty-two were from the eight major organizations led by the Dark Temple.
Moreover, aside from the eight organizations, the Flower Flag Country had also sent four major battle teams to help.
The number of participants in the battle had already exceeded one hundred and fifty thousand.
Thirty thousand of them were from the Slaughter God Temple, while the remaining over one hundred and twenty thousand were from the Dark Templeโs side.
Clang clang clang!
Boom boom boom!
The sounds of weapons colliding and explosions resonated endlessly!
Shouts of killing, roaring, and screams went up one after another!
The battle had raged from daytime till now, with both sides having suffered many casualties!
Corpses littered the warships, and bodies also floated all over the sea!
Blood has dyed the decks and the ocean red!
At this moment.
On one of the warships.
A White Giant, nearly three meters tall with a muscular, burly build, bulging muscles, sporting brown curly hair, and a beard, stood at the center of the deck.
This White Giant was the Evil Butcher, the helmsman of the Slaughter God Temple.
After a long spell of combat, the Evil Butcher was covered with numerous wounds, his body was bloody, and his face smeared with blood.
He was panting heavily but still pushed himself to stand, refusing to fall.
Around him stood twelve Black Giants and White Giants.
The one leading them wielded a black serrated greatsword; he was the Dark Mad God.
Among the remaining eleven, seven were the leaders of the seven major organizations.
The other four were commanders of the four major battle teams.
Though the Dark Mad God and others were also injured, their wounds were much lighter than those of the Evil Butcher.
The Dark Mad God sneered, "Butcher, how long do you think you can hold on?
If you stop resisting and are willing to have your men submit to me, I might just spare your life!"
"After all, you do have considerable strength. If you could serve me, that would naturally be the best!"
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