After making the appropriate promises to the representatives of the three great families and the other major factions, Meshal had finally managed to placate them—for the time being. But the anger in his heart only burned hotter!
Alvin!
The Rebel Army!
They were like two thorns lodged deep in his throat. He couldn't rest until he'd spat them out.
As soon as the meeting ended, Meshal immediately summoned the True Born Sons. He was going to settle this in one decisive battle!
With overwhelming force, he would prove to the three great families and the other factions still watching and hesitating that the Iron Thorn Conspiracy Group had what it took to replace the Black Heart Kabal!
"You all know the situation, right?"
After saying this, Meshal fell silent, his stillness unnerving, like a statue turned to stone.
The True Born Sons summoned here represented nearly half of the Iron Thorn Conspiracy Group's elite forces. As they looked at Meshal's face, dark as a storm cloud, they felt the air in the hall grow heavy, as if it had frozen solid!
Nobody dared speak first and risk incurring his wrath!
After a long while, the silent Meshal raised his head. His eyes no longer burned with anger, but with something colder than ice—
a pure desire for destruction.
"Give the order!"
His voice was calm. But that uncharacteristic calm made every True Born Son noble present feel their souls shudder!
"Painwalker Heavy Infantry Regiment!
Nightmare Weaver Assault Brigade!
Succubus Assassin Squad!
Serpentman Mercenary Regiment!
Slave Regiment!
Dire Wolf Rapid Strike Squad!
The Calamity, the Remnant, the Twisted Abomination, the Blade Winged Crows!
The Kronos Parasite Engine, the Talos Pain Engine!
And—three Plunderer Air Formations, two Ravager Air Formations, one Ripper Air Squadron, one hundred Raider Motorcycles, three Poison Calamity Fighter