“M-Mr. Rhys, I’m truly sorry. I was wrong earlier. Please don’t hold it against me, and forgive me this once.” After a moment of stunned silence, Zayne quickly apologized, with sweat beading on his forehead. He knew Dustin was an ultimate grandmaster who could instantly end his life.
“Don’t do it again.” Dustin shot him a cold glare but didn’t take the opportunity to strike.
In his eyes, these people had already sealed their fate by colluding with the Hall of Gods and infiltrating Sacred Wrym Summit. It was just a matter of when they would die.
“Of course, Mr. Rhys. Thank you for your mercy.” Zayne nodded repeatedly. His face was a mixture of relief and gratitude.
It was clear that if not for Dustin’s magnanimity, today could have been his last. He had learned a hard lesson in humility-never blindly flatter or misread the situation, or death would come soon enough.
“I’ll cut it short. We all have the same goal here. As long as we work together, I’m confident we’ll succeed in tonight’s mission,” Dustin said as his eyes swept across the room.
Everyone who met his eyes nodded in agreement except for Willard.
He had been drinking absentmindedly from the start. He was utterly indifferent to everything around him and seemed lost in his world.
Dustin had a favorable impression of Willard. He didn’t seem like the type to follow the Hall of Gods blindly. After all, Willard stopped Garrett when he had tried to attack Dustin previously. If things went south tonight, Dustin wouldn’t hesitate to protect Willard.
“Alright, everyone. Take a moment to rest and recharge. Once the time is right, we’ll move out together,” Hank said. “I’ve got something to handle, so I’ll be excusing myself for now.” He gave a quick nod to the group before leaving.
With two hours before midnight, there was plenty of time to prepare.
After leaving the secluded courtyard, Hank moved quickly. He crossed mountains and ridges until he arrived at the Hall of Gods’ temporary command center.
This base was less than ten miles from Sacred Wrym Summit and was situated in a remote location. Surrounded by both visible and hidden guards, no one could approach unnoticed. Even Hank had to show his credentials to gain access.
Inside the command center, the meeting hall was already packed with people.
At the forefront stood Bailey, accompanied by the Hall of Gods’ top- tier elites from around the world.
Among them were Bloodbeast Willem, the Sword Sage from Kimboku, Anthony Alessandro, and the three deadliest assassins from Eskus- Vanzan, Shyvan, and Noir-along with Batuul, the Fist Sage from Alabastria.
They were ultimate grandmasters- some of the most powerful figures internationally. Everyone had gathered with one goal-to infiltrate Sacred Wrym Summit, steal their rare treasures, and destroy the Dracan force.
In addition to these ultimate grandmasters, the Hall of Gods had sent over a dozen grandmasters of godly rank to oversee the mission, along with a team of several hundred highly skilled death warriors.
In short, the Hall of Gods had mobilized all its resources to ensure this mission’s success. Failure wasn’t an option.
Once the main forces were assembled, Bailey waved his hand, and a group of attendants entered the meeting hall with a crafted box.
“Everyone, this is the latest enhanced serum developed by the Hall of Gods. Each of you will receive two bottles. After taking it, your strength will increase dramatically. Feel free to try it, “Bailey announced loudly.
As the box opened, two vials-one red, one blue-were revealed.
Without hesitation, the god-level experts of the Hall of Gods picked up the vials and drank them before everyone as a declaration of trust and to prove the serum was safe.
“I’ve heard much about the Hall of Gods ‘ enhanced serum. I’ll be the first to try it.” Anthony didn’t hesitate for a second. Without any doubt, he examined the vials and then downed them in one go.
Almost immediately, a rush of heat spread through his body, and his heart pounded faster as energy coursed through him. His physical strength was significantly enhanced, and his internal energy became more solid and intense.
“This is a great treasure. Thank you, Grizz Lord, for the serum.” Anthony bowed deeply to Bailey in gratitude.
“Please, Mr. Alessandro, there’s no need for such formalities. We are allies. It’s only natural that we help each other.” Bailey chuckled. “If you’re willing, we can even establish a long- term partnership. As for the enhanced serum, the Hall of Gods can provide as much as you need.”
“That would be wonderful. I look forward to our cooperation.” Anthony’s face lit up.
He was well aware of the enhanced serum’s side effects-it needed to be taken once a year, or the effects would wear off.
However, if he could secure a long- term partnership with the Hall of Gods, the serum would be supplied without issue, and he wouldn’t have to worry about running out.
“Is it really that good? Let me try it, too. “Willem flashed a wicked grin before suddenly opening his mouth. He quickly downed red and a blue liquid in one go.
The moment the enhanced serum hit his system, his pale face flushed with color, and a bloodthirsty gleam flashed in his eerie eyes.
“As expected from the Hall of Gods, this serum feels incredible.” Willem couldn’t help but laugh out loud. With the serum’s boost, he felt stronger than ever.
After seeing Anthony and Willem drink the serum, the others exchanged glances and, without hesitation, drank the vials as well.
The entire hall was filled with expressions of awe.
