Chapter 512: I Will Survive (2/2)

Wang Tong reckoned that the time had finally come to test Battle Wolf's limits. Without having experienced the brutality of a real war, no one would have the right to call themselves a warrior.

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Lunar City was no longer humanity's paradise that it used to be; instead, it had become the headquarters of the Immortals. There were not so many resistance forces left on the moon. At best, they could be called underground operations. The entire moon had become the base for Patroclus, and even the Iron Curtain, House Zhang, had moved to the Earth.

One would think that the streets of the Lunar City would be empty and lifeless; however, it was far from the truth. The streets were still filled with clamor and commotion, but those who moved about in the bustling streets were not humans; they were Immortals. At the center of the Lunar City was a magnificent place called the Divine Place; it was Patroclus' residence.

Inside the palace, Patroclus held a cup of red wine with the color of blood.

”My Lord, she has arrived.” Einherjar Lee Moshan spoke to his master in a servile tone.

Sitting on his throne that was set high up on a platform, Patroclus didn't have to try hard to look imposing and stunningly lordly.

”Noted.” Patroclus waved to dismiss him.

Lee Moshan was one of the greatest warlords serving under Patroclus. Among the four great warlords under the latter, there were also some dark ones.

Forced by the pressure to keep his family safe, Lee Moshan had switched his alliance with the feeling of guilt and resignation. However, after he had received the immortal gift from Patroclus, he no longer felt sorry for himself. There was nothing that felt better than being alive.

As Lee Moshan left the room, he saw a woman walk into the hall; he lowered his head and stepped aside to let her pass. Although Lee Moshan was one of the four warlords, he had to bow to the women that even Patroclus had to respect.

Seeing the approaching girl, Patroclus smiled and then said, ”it's rare to see you here.”

”What's up?” The girl's voice was neither cold nor warm; it was indifferent.

”He is out in the world again.”

The girl's body quivered, and then she gathered herself. ”How is that possible?”

Patroclus pushed himself off the throne. He walked to a large glass panel and looked out at the bustling street scene. Not only did the five years of war not destroy the moon, but it had actually made it the place to live for the Immortals. This had been his dream: a stronger race, and a more efficient city.

Patroclus never wanted to conquer people using fear; instead, he wanted to win the population over with respect.

Right then, looking out of the window, he thought that he had done it.

To him, there was nothing he couldn't achieve, and success was only a matter of time. House Dower knew that the essence of patience was to pretend that one was not waiting. As the heir of House Dower, Patroclus had done an even better job at waiting than his glorious ancestor, thanks to the new perspective that the Zergs had given him. He was no longer a human, he was a God, and therefore, time was irrelevant.

Although perfection could be an imperfection in itself, it was only true for people who thought they were perfect. This was not the case for Patroclus; he was already beyond being perfect and imperfect due to his godhood.

However, Patroclus conceded that even a God could not change the mind of the girl in front of him. It had been five years, but Patroclus still failed to persuade the girl to join his ranks, much less make her forget her loved one who left her five years ago.

Nevertheless, Patroclus had kept her well and alive; every setback he faced while trying to persuade the girl was refreshing to him. Never had he hurried his persuasion by using unnecessary violence; he had time, and he was good at waiting.

”I hope this news brings you joy. I have always thought that he was dead over the past five years. But now, I can feel him. He is on Mars.” Patroclus remarked.

A hint of joy flashed across the girl's face. Although Patroclus was her enemy, she knew that he would never lie to her… He didn't need to.

”Let's play a game. I will catch him for you, and you can decide his fate.”

”You think you can catch him?” The girl said with a cold sneer.

”Hahahahah!” Patroclus burst out laughing uncontrollably.

”I like your attitude! I am already on it; you can just sit and wait for my good news.” Patroclus said with an eerily placid face that made one think of a mask.