Crimson Constellation Jaegers camp.
For the jaegers, this was just an ordinary day. They fought for money, killed, then rested—no different from any other day.
"Captain, do you think that little rat will really come?"
A jaeger sneered as he looked at the red-haired man sitting silently some distance away. The man was not especially huge, but he was powerfully built. His bright red hair stood up like blazing flames, giving the illusion that it was burning. Yet contrary to that impression, he himself was like a piece of steel—cold and silent.
This was the commander of the Crimson Constellation Jaegers, the "War God," Badol Orlando.
Badol merely glanced at his subordinate's question without answering. The jaeger had not truly expected an answer either. After all, countless people wanted to kill Badol. A mere assassin was nothing in their eyes.
Although Crimson Constellation had indeed received intelligence, no one took it seriously. That was the War God—their supreme king, an invincible deity. Countless people had once tried to challenge and kill him, but they had all been killed by him in the end.
That little rat called "Black" would be no exception. In their eyes, he would merely become another monument on the War God's path forward, a stepping stone that existed to demonstrate how powerful their commander was.
However, at that moment, Badol suddenly rose to his feet. A faintly puzzled expression appeared on his face as he slowly looked around.
"What's wrong, Captain?"
Noticing that something seemed off about their commander, another jaeger spoke up. Badol raised a hand, signaling for him to remain silent.
Seeing their commander's gesture, the other jaegers immediately became alert as well. As one of the continent's strongest jaeger corps, Crimson Constellation never lacked enemies. Bracers and the regular armies of various nations