The War God's Homecoming novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417 Despicable Actions

Sanctum of Darkness had clearly come well-prepared this time. Besides their elite forces, their mid and low-level combatants were also quite formidable. Most of the members on Orson Harding's side were only at the Battle Master level, making them significantly outclassed by the enemy. In no time, dozens of their people had fallen.

"Damn it!" Orson Harding shouted angrily after cutting down an opponent, then he raised his blade and charged towards one of Sanctum of Darkness's deputy commanders.

"You must be that Captain, right?" The enemy man gave Orson Harding a disdainful look. "Today, you Glavale people are going to die, and none of you will escape."

"You can go to hell!" Orson yelled back and launched an attack.

"Idiot!" The man sneered. "With your level of strength, you dare to roam around Place of Darkness? You're an embarrassment!"

With that, he raised his blade to counter Orson's attack. Orson was at the Warlord Preliminary stage, while the enemy was a level above him. After just a few exchanges, Orson Harding had several bloody wounds on his body.

"I've heard so much about how formidable Glavaleans are, but it seems like it's all talk," the enemy man taunted. "With your current strength, you dare to wander around Place of Darkness? It's truly shameful."

"Go to hell!" Orson roared and launched another attack.

"Ha!" As they clashed once more, the man managed to strike Orson's right arm, causing a spray of blood.

"Captain!" A man with a crew cut rushed over.

"Oh, another one seeking death?" The enemy man sneered.

"I killed you!" The man with the crew cut roared and charged at the enemy.

"What a joke. You're even weaker than him. How do you plan to kill me?" The enemy man mocked as he struck the crew-cut man with his blade.

The crew-cut man, weaker than his opponent, was sent flying back several steps, clutching his injured arm in agony.

"Captain, you should retreat first. I'll hold him off for a while!" the bald-headed man shouted and charged back into the fight.

"I told you, everyone here will die today!" the opponent said, raising his knife for another strike.

The two continued to battle. The bald-headed man was no match for his opponent, and within just a few rounds, his body was covered in wounds.

Seeing this, Orson Harding furrowed his brow and retreated, putting several dozen meters of distance between himself and the ongoing battle.

"Captain, please order a retreat! Otherwise, all we will die here today!" one of the five men called out.

"Go to hell!" Orson roared, slashing one of them down.

"Jim!" The other four men cried out in anguish.

"Why are you four still standing here? Get back and fight!" Orson Harding roared at the four men.