CHAPTER 1463 WHERE IS MY WHITE ARMY

More than ten tall and burly followers of the Harbor family were the firsts to dash towards Nathan like hungry wolves. They intended to make an impactful and powerful attack on Nathan and take him down.

However, Nathan seemed unfazed by the people charging towards him and remained seated on his chair in a composed manner.

Colin, who was standing next to Nathan, ordered in a frosty tone, "Protect the General!"

"Yes, Sir!"

The Elite Eight answered in unison before they quickly intercepted the Harbors' followers who were making their way towards Nathan.

The two parties clashed, and a battle erupted instantly.

Those followers from the Harbor family were all skilled fighters.

However, the Elite Eight were the best warriors among Nathan's National Guards. Every single one of them was a top soldier.

Those followers of the Harbors paled in comparison to the Elite Eight.

Bash! Bash! Bash!

The Harbors' fighters fell to the ground wailing in pain as they were defeated by the Elite Eight one by one.

Each of them was knocked out in just one blow; they were all bloodied and bruised.

Everyone gasped. Sharp inhales of breath could be heard continuously.

Only then did everyone realize that the God of War did not get his name for nothing. Even his guards were terrifying.

Quince furrowed his brows slightly and shouted in a grave tone, "Where are the seventy-two proteges of the Harbor family?"

Immediately after he spoke, a large group of men, all dressed in black, stepped forward.

Those 72 men were the best among Quince's proteges.

Each of them had steady strides and lightning-sharp eyes. Anyone could tell that they were top- notch combatants.

Without speaking a word, those well-trained fighters charged towards Nathan and his men with murderous intent.

Their movements were so fast that they appeared to be black shadowy figures whisking by.

The Elite Eight welcomed the attack from their new opponents and collided with the Harbors' seventy-two proteges in a fierce fight.

Quite a few of the Harbors' proteges bypassed the Elite Eight and went for Nathan directly.

However, even though they managed to get past the Elite Eight, they were all stopped by Colin.

Colin's movements were as fast as lightning, and he swung out punches at explosive speed. Each punch which he slammed into his opponents were as heavy as boulders. In a blink of an eye, Colin had already taken down numerous of them...

On an open space two kilometers away from the Harbors' family home, eighteen riders on armored horses were standing by, awaiting orders.

Those riders were decked out in black battle suits with a cloak over their shoulders; a battle blade hung from their waists.

They were none other than the famous Eighteen Riders of the North, who were feared by countless enemies. It was also the best task force under Nathan.

The Eighteen Riders of the North were keeping their eyes on the now crowded Harbor family home.

One of the riders couldn't help but voice out, "The General's National Guards seemed to have gotten into a clash with the Harbors' men. Should we back them up?"

The captain of the Eighteen Riders of the North, Jack, who was riding the Marquis, had been closely observing the situation through his black mask. "It's just a skirmish. Colin and his men can well handle it. We should just wait for the General's instructions. The ace of the Harbor family, the White Army, has not been mobilized. We should stay put for the time being too."

"Yes, Captain!" The rest of the riders answered in unison. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Meanwhile, in the front yard of the Harbors' family home, the battle between Colin's group and the seventy-two proteges of the Harbor family had already reached its climax.

Colin and the Elite Eight remained totally unscathed and strong, looking like nine godly statues.

As for the Harbors' seventy-two proteges, half of them had already gone down and were lying in pools of blood.

However, the defeat of their companions did not scare the remaining fighters of the Harbor family. They had even stepped on their comrades' blood and continued making their ways towards Colin and his men.

Quince and his guests gaped at the scene in shock.

Even though the Harbors' proteges had displayed courage and fearlessness, Colin's group was just way too strong. It didn't take long for Quince's seventy-two proteges to be almost wiped out.

Nathan remained seated on his chair as he stared disinterestedly at the battle unfolding in front of him. He then glanced towards Quince, who had a look of disbelief on his face, and said coldly, "It's silly to pitch your amateur fighters against my men. They are all veterans on the battlefield. I'll ask you one last time. Are you going to choose retirement, or do you still insist on being stubborn and get your entire Harbor family wiped out?"

Quince's face turned ashen with anger as he bellowed, "Nathan Cross, you are too much! Even if you are the God of War, I will kill you! Where is my White Army?"

A large group of swordsmen wearing white robes appeared once Quince called for them. All of them had swords hanging from their waists; there were at least a thousand of them.

They were Quince's elite fighters, the White Army.

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