Winner Takes All

It was a very magnetic and emotionless voice.

That voice was strangely clear in the ears of everyone despite the howling blizzard.

It was as if a messenger from heavens was upon them.

Unreasonable and irrefutable!

Under the gaze of everyone, that voice was echoing and in the clearing mist of snow, a figure slowly became apparent.

It was just a lone figure, but as his outline and features became visible, the Oirat instead saw a humungous and suffocating figure appearing out of nowhere and moving towards them!

The primal fear that took root in the deepest corner of their hearts slowly surfaced, and even the general of the Oirat who commanded ten thousand soldiers was so nervous that his heart was beating furiously and his clenched fists was shaking uncontrollably.

Zenith had a military uniform on him.

As he took his steps, it was leisurely and slow.

His expression was nonchalant and unperturbed.

He was indifferent as usual, but his presence had eclipsed the howling snow storm sweeping across these plains.

No matter a single shot of gaze or a furrow of the brows, he was domineering and intimidating at the moment!

"Greetings, Commander!"

Upon seeing Zenith, Achilles, Yarol and Cole all knelt down on the ground.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Their voices reverberated throughout the wide expanse of the land, and it somehow overwhelmed the spirits of the Oirat army. Zenith didn't respond to the three of them.

He slowly made his way towards the ten thousand strong army of the Oirat.

He looked like a man standing above all life, as if everything in this world was under his command.

Even for the strong Oirat Army who had flooded the plains, they were seemingly nothing in Zenith's eyes!

Who could have thought... that one man alone could suppress ten thousand men?

Except that, in the North, there was a man... whose name was Zenith!

At the moment, all the soldiers of the Oirat were shaking in fear. Some of them were even shaking visibly.

Zenith marched forward, and every step he took seemed to leave a strong impression on everyone's heart. That unfathomable aura seemed to take over the sky and throw a blanket over all the Oirat soldiers.

"Ge--General... what should we do?"

A soldier on top of a tank glanced at the Dragon Silver Spear in the middle of the battlefield while trembling as he asked, "The Dragon Silver Spear... signals the end of the war!" Upon hearing that, the middle-aged general's eyes were shining, and they were contracted into lines.

There were hints of anger growing on his chest as he felt those emotions stirred.

However, with shaking hands, he bit down on his teeth and decided to swallow his frustrations at the moment.

The Dragon Silver Spear had signaled the end of the war!

This was the rule in the Northern Territory!

It was a rule specifically designed for Zenith!

Wherever Zenith passed through, no one would take the claim for the land from him. Wherever the Dragon Silver Spear was sticking out, that land would be considered the Northern Territory with immediate effect!

This ridiculous law was born because of Zenith's powerful action and his three-hundred-thousand strong Dragon Cavalry Squad. He was able to overwhelm all the other races with force, and in time his strength itself had become an iron law among the hundred clans!

If any party didn't want to abide by this law, it would mean a clashing between that particular race and also the three-hundred-thousand strong Dragon Cavalry Squad.

It was only a simple and tiny silver spear, but it was a marking of territory... it represented the Thegiant City and the Dragon Cavalry Squad!

The next second, Zenith who was marching towards the ten-thousand strong army slowly raised his right hand and pointed at the Dragon Silver Spear sticking out of the ground in the middle of the battlefield. "Now, I will go over and retrieve my spear, and that would mean me showing mercy upon you. The alternative is annihilating your army... You can make your choice here!"

It was simply arrogant!

It was a kind of arrogance that he wasn't bothered to conceal!

He was like a God who watched over all beings.

In his eyes, the Oirat army was nothing but an army of ants. He could wipe them out with just a lift of his fingers!

Everyone could hear him very clearly.

This held true even for Achilles and Yarol.

"This... this..."

Yarol was totally stunned into oblivion. At that moment, Zenith had become a monstrous figure that overshadowed everything. He was insurmountable!

"This person is... the heart and soul of the Dragon Cavalry Squad. He is our... pride!"

Achilles clenched his fists and there was a sparkle in his eyes. His fists were trembling as he spoke.

The very reason Achilles could become the heart and soul of the Dragon Cavalry Squad was painted in a clear image in front of him.

He was an overbearing oversees of all things!

With a commander who was also a God of War, the three hundred thousand strong Dragon Cavalry Squad had all the courage in the world to sweep over everything and stomp all over the Northern territory!

If it was another person who said the same words, without the general of the Oirat dishing out any orders, the ten thousand strong army would have gone in for the kill immediately.

However, the person who spoke these very words were none other than Zenith!

It didn't sound as ridiculous when it fell upon everyone's ears. In contrast, it felt strangely reasonable and sensible coming from his mouth.

This was because... everyone knew perfectly well that Zenith could practice what he would preach!

There was once a clan in the past who didn't believe in his legend, and as a result, they paid their price-which was a whole city!

"General, the territory has been decided, please make a decision fast!"

At that moment, two of his deputies were nervous as they stared in horror at their general.

"This is a humiliation..."

The middle-aged general was so furious as if there were fire spitting out of his eyes.

One of his deputies advised, "Among the hundred clans, other than the Hun, who didn't suffer the same humiliation? If everyone is on equal footing about this, then this shouldn't be considered a humiliation at all!"

"You..."

The general's face was convulsing with anger as he glared at his deputy.

The next second, he gnashed his teeth hard and flung his right sleeve and shouted, "Everyone... we retreat now!"

It was a simple order, yet it struck Debut and Yarol like lightning.

They were new soldiers who had yet to be in the army for some time, so they were utterly shocked after experiencing this incredible scene.

They watched the Oirat making their retreat in their great numbers, and Debut and Yarol was basically in a daze, like they were in a dream.

"One man is all we need to defeat an entire army. Only Commander Harol can pull off something like this."

Debut felt his whole being lurching back and forth in a vagueness, and his body was shaking uncontrollably as he muttered, "Glory to the highness, commander!”

On the other side, Yarol was muttering to himself, "Sergeant White, I-I think I am dreaming now."

"This is no dream. It's reality!"

Achilles' face was glowing red as he chimed proudly.

The Oirat army had turned into a black current which flowed back to the depths of the Northern territory.

Zenith also stopped in his tracks as stood there quietly while watching the ten thousand strong army disappearing into the blizzard.

The blizzard continued to ravage.

The snow storm was blowing down on everything.

Zenith's armor had a layer of snow on top of it, dyeing it white, and it was making a consistent metallic clinking as it was blown by the wind. A few strands of his hair was swaying in the wind. From the beginning until now, Zenith was strangely calm.

It was as if everything that happened just now was nothing that a trivia and miniscule ordeal.

The initially battlefield full of merciless killing was reduced to a lone Jack standing with his bloodied body in the middle with a mountain of corpses surrounding him.

Zenith's gaze fell upon Jack.

And his indifferent and emotionless face finally... showed some changes as compared to him just now.

His brows were raised, and from his eyes he looked startled and worried.

"Bewitched?"

His hollow voice sounded amidst the snowstorm.

Immediately, Zenith put down his hands and leisurely headed to where Jack was standing.

This scene alone immediately made Achilles, Debut and Yarol's hearts race, and they all had a drastic change of expression.

Debut who was nearest even spoke up hastily, "Commander, there is something wrong with Jack! He..."

Without giving him a chance to finish his sentence, Zenith suddenly interjected, "In the Northern territory, nobody can declare themselves as more superior than me! I don't care whether it's a God or a Demon, he still needs to kneel in front of me!"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐