Chapter 516 Did You See the Young Lord Dragon?
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Westeria Residence was home to one of the most formidable intelligence networks in all of Draconia. rivaling even the legendary Investigation Division 7 of the Central Security Bureau.
It was widely regarded as one of the best in the world, a secretive force whose reach extended far beyond Draconia's borders.
In the past, this network had compiled comprehensive dossiers on the most powerful figures and secretive organizations within the World of Darkness, a realm shrouded in mystery and danger. Harold, the head steward of Westeria Residence, had certainly seen the reports and video footage detailing the activities of these formidable individuals.
While he had never met them in person and certainly lacked the connections to interact with such legendary figures, he had no trouble recognizing them as soon as they entered his line of sight.
As these titans of power walked toward him, Harold couldn't help but feel the air grow thick with tension.. the weight of their presence nearly suffocating.
He quickly motioned for Catherine to step back.
The faces moving past them were those of legends, individuals who had once struck terror into the heart of the World of Darkness.
These were the kind of people whose mere footsteps could send shockwaves across the globe.
Among them were Steller, leader of the Devil's Hand Syndicate, Kaseth of the Angel Society, Ezra Davison from Phoenix Vanguard's Duskvale division, and Haniel of the Destruction Order-names that had been the epitome of fear and respect 20 years ago, Each of them was more terrifying than the last.
The crowd quickly parted as the powerful figures approached, not daring to even breathe too loudly in their presence.
No one in their right mind would dare challenge these giants, whose power could bring entire nations to their knees.
One wrong move, one slight provocation, and death would come swiftly.
Catherine, noticing Harold's unease, whispered, "Grandpa Harold, who are all these people? Everyone looks so afraid of them."
Harold's voice was low, but urgent. "Ms. McKay, we must stay clear of them. We can't afford to provoke them.
"These people were the scourge of the world two decades ago," he continued, his words dripping with awe and fear. "Each one could single-handedly take down the security forces of a medium-sized country.
"And the fact that they are all gathered here together? That's something unprecedented.
"Tonight, the leaders of nearly all the top dark organizations from 20 years ago have come together..
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Chapter 516 Did You See the Young Lord Dragon?
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Draconia's security services have already prepared for this. Intelligence agencies from all over the world are no doubt watching closely.
"If a conflict breaks out here, Dragon Ridge Valley could be torn apart. And if that legendary ancient artifact is really here, then Dragon Ridge Valley could be hit like it's struck by a super bomb!" Catherine listened, stunned but also intrigued. To witness such living legends was a rare and unexpected privilege.
She looked up to see a frail, bald old man at the head of the group.
Harold leaned in and whispered, That's Bourne, the fourth-ranked figure on the Dark List.
"He's a true monster. Several of the world's special forces tried to catch him, but they all failed-and paid dearly for it. He's considered the leader of the most destructive organization in the world." Trailing behind Bourne was a man in a crisp white suit, his tall, slim frame carrying an air of elegance and
His face was youthful and handsome, and his gold-framed glasses glinted in the moonlight. His I white-gloved hands seemed almost magical as they glowed under the stars. Harold gasped, his voice barely audible. "Prince Philip
This man was the third-ranked powerhouse on the Dark List.
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He was known as the Bloodbound King. His magic was so powerful, he could defeat even the strongest. enemies without breaking a sweat.
He had dealings with the Dark Lords of Western Urope, the occult arts of Southeast Aurientia, the hexcraft of Thanagard, and the parasite clans here in Draconia.
He was the undisputed master of blood curse magic, capable of destroying anyone with a single word.
His charm could lure anyone in-but behind his smile Lay unspeakable carnage.
The shock of seeing these two legendary figures was overwhelming, but then the crowd's attention shifted to the towering man walking behind them.
He was over six feet tall, his presence as imposing as a mountain.
Harold instinctively pulled Catherine back, taking several hurried steps away.
This was Paulson, the warlord from Rashea in Northern Urope.
He was a one-man army-rumor has it that not even a sniper bullet could pierce his skin.
He once fought off Kashea's entire special forces brigade by himself, forcing the king to bow to him. No one dared challenge him.
But the shock didn't stop there.
Following closely behind him was a man dressed in a golden trench coat. His face was refined and gentle, with soft eyes that held a warm glow.
Chapter 516 Did You See the Young Lord Dragon?
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His thick, curly hair framed his face, and his eyes were as deep and enchanting as the starry sea- profound, distant, and captivating.
A single glance from him was as intoxicating as fine wine, leaving a rich, lingering impression.
A radiant, kind smile graced his handsome face, but this angelic smile somehow kept everyone from daring to look for too long.
This man was none other than Prometheus, who held the top spot on the Dark List among the world's ten most feared organizations two decades ago.
Stories say that Prometheus, wielding his ominous staff, single-handedly overpowered the lead trainer of Autreynia's clite 72nd Tactical Division, renowned as the best special forces unit worldwide.
His victory left the Autreynian Intelligence Agency with no choice but to grant him amnesty, removing him from their surveillance list and negotiating a secret truce.
Yet after the fierce bloodshed at Dragon Ridge Valley 20 years ago, Prometheus vanished without a trace. The disappearance of these elite figures led to a quiet celebration among the world's top powers.
If those same leaders had witnessed what was happening tonight, one could only speculate about their thoughts.
Ten minutes later, the group reached a cliff, stopping at the edge where no further passage lay.
Prometheus scanned the area, and his eyes suddenly landed on someone. He smiled, recognizing an old acquaintance.noveldrama
He pointed to Glenin and called out, "Good to see you, Mr. Glenin."
Glenin bowed deeply in respect. "Lord Prometheus, it's an honor to meet you."
Prometheus smiled faintly, his gaze thoughtful. "I heard you were here 20 years ago. Did you see the Young Lord Dragon?"
Glenin hesitated, then shook his head. "My lord, I think you're mistaken. That year, I ventured into this valley, but upon my arrival, it turned into a gruesome massacre, leaving no survivors. I tried to investigate, but Draconian security forces forced me to retreat. I saw nothing.'
Prometheus smiled softly, as if pleased. "I've heard rumors of a God of Death emerging recently. I wonder if he's here today. I'd love to meet him."