The War God's Homecoming novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Outrage in the East District

An hour ago, at the border of the territory, there was an unKnighted area with a radius of several tens of kilometers. Two figures like two ghosts, one after the other, chasing and running at top speed. The person in front was a man around forty years old, fierce and evil, with a scar of over ten centimeters on his face that was terrifying to behold. He grips a shiny broadsword in his hand, emanating a strong bloodthirsty aura from head to toe.

The age of the person behind was around 26-27 years old in fancy clothes. He had a perfectly symmetrical face and a sense of killing all over. The man was holding a refined steel curved blade with a word, "SHADOW" on it. This blade was called the Cold Moon Curved Blade.

"Judge, you have been chasing me for three days and three nights. Is it worth working so hard for your meager salary?"

The scar-faced man ran to the bank of a river and stopped, his eyes staring at the young man behind him like a wild beast.

"Butcher, you have lost all conscience, slaughtered innocent people, and committed heinous crimes." Judge stopped at the same time and contionued, "Today is your death day!"

"Hmph!" The butcher snorted coldly, "Do you SHADOW people really think of yourselves as saviors? There are so many villains in the world, can you finish killing them?"

"Eliminate violence for peace, punish traitors and the evil. May the blood of our generation be exchanged for a bright future! People as evil as you, Butcher, SHADOW will kill you all." Judge spoke up.

"Hmph!" Butcher snorted coldly again.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you? Your teammates have already scattered, and it's ridiculous for you to think that you can kill me alone. It's like a fool's dream!"

"Idiot! Enough, let's cut the crap. Prepare to die!"

Whoosh!

With that said, Judge shot out like a lightning bolt, and his machete pulled out sharp cold rays.

"Wanna kill me? That's unlikely." Butcher said and waved the broadsword in his hands.

There was a piercing crashing sound at the scene, sparks shooting in all directions, and the knives flying wildly.

After more than ten rounds of confrontation, Judge dodged Butcher's blow, flipped his wrist, and the machete opened a blood hole of more than ten centimeters at Butcher's waist, causing blood arrows to gush out.

"Hmm? You actually hurt me, damn it!"

Judge quickly dodged half way to the side. At the same time, he raised his hand to block it out, and there was another crisp impact sound. Due to the passive response, Judge was shaken back five or six steps by the fierce force of Butcher, and a tingling sensation came from his arms, causing a slight disturbance in his breath.

Subsequently, Butcher did not rush to attack again and tore a piece of cloth from his body to treat the bloodshed. At that moment, the satellite phone on Judge's body rang, and his face changed slightly.

Only a few people knew the number for this phone, which was used specifically for handling emergency affairs. If this phone rang, there must be something big happening.

"This is Judge. Who is this?" Judge glanced at Butcher and saw that he had no intention of making a move. He picked up the phone.