My Aloof Sisters Asked for My Forgiveness novel Chapter 532

Even a so-called Transcendent Martial King could not withstand relentless firepower.

Lord Barbenheim was confident that his elite troops could handle one man with ease.

The soldiers waited for over two hours.

Finally, two figures appeared at the end of the empty street.

Dustin walked at a steady pace with his hands clasped behind his back. Behind him, Tyler carried a coffin over his shoulder.

“He’s finally here…” the personal army commander said and sneered.

He had been waiting for this moment to take Dustin’s head as a trophy for Lord Barbenheim.

To these soldiers, Lord Barbenheim was their hero, and Dustin’s attack on him was unforgivable.

“Dustin, did you come here to die? Do you even know what you’re walking into?” the commander asked condescendingly.

“They say you’re some kind of Transcendent Martial King. How many of them do you think you can handle? A fifty? A hundred?” The commander smirked in disdain as he looked at the heavily armed personal army behind him.

“Once, an Intermediate Martial Saint dared to cross His Highness. We sent just ten elite soldiers with specialized weapons to handle him, and we took him down in under two minutes. And you… you’re facing five thousand!”

Dustin glanced briefly at the commander with an indifferent expression.

He remained silent.

To him, this man was not even worth addressing.

Unbothered, Dustin continued walking forward with Tyler.

The commander’s face turned livid.

He had been completely ignored!

After all, he was one of the trusted subordinates of Lord Barbenheim and held a significant military rank.

“Kill him! Leave nothing behind!” he ordered in rage.

The soldiers raised their weapons and got ready to fire.

Boom!

Suddenly, a streak of light tore through the sky and descended like a shooting star.

An instant later, it struck the ground amid the personal army troops and unleashed a deafening explosion.

The soldiers were obliterated, and their screams were drowned out by the roar of destruction.

“Missiles?!”

He still had no idea how many enemy troops there were or where they were positioned to launch such a long-range assault…

But to execute an attack of this magnitude, the enemy’s numbers could not possibly be fewer than Lord Barbenheim’s personal army.

How could such a formidable force have been mobilized?

Could it be the Western Forces?

The commander was shaken to his core as he struggled to believe what he was witnessing.

As panic set in, Dustin closed the distance between them.

“Stop!” the commander screamed and lunged forward in desperation.

Dustin remained unfazed and did not even spare him a glance.

A black-clad Hell Guard flashed past the commander, who collapsed to the ground. He lay there lifeless, with his eyes wide in disbelief.

Even in death, Dustin did not spare him a glance.

Inside the Barbenheim Institution, Lord Barbenheim’s face grew darker as streaks of light exploded in the sky.

The sound of explosions and the ensuing chaos outside left him in grim silence.