Revenge Knight

Chapter 2

Ethan was consumed by rage, his fury reaching the heavens, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "Get the jet ready! We're heading to Seaview City at once!"

Zico was already struggling to breathe under the crushing weight of Ethan's fury. He was terrified—the Black Dragon Order had never been activated in the history of the Dragon Knights. And now, one hundred thousand of the world's deadliest soldiers were about to be unleashed.

Zico could barely contain his panic. The sky was about to fall. A catastrophe was imminent.

Soon, hundreds of state-of-the-art supersonic jets roared to life. Ethan boarded the lead jet, not wasting a second as they rocketed towards Seaview City.

"Faster, faster, faster! Engage high-risk mode! Push to a hundred times the speed of sound! If anyone delays us for even a second, I'll have their head!" Ethan was completely unhinged; not even God himself could stop him now.

The pilots, equally enraged, were determined to exact revenge on anyone who dared harm the Dragon Knight Lord's daughter. The jets pushed the limits of their capabilities, leaving trails like shooting stars as they hurtled towards Seaview City.

Simultaneously, an urgent directive echoed through the dark web: "The Young Mistress is in danger—rally to Seaview City!"

The command was like a tsunami, sending shockwaves through the underworld. Planes, submarines, yachts, and covert operatives from every corner of the globe converged on the small city. Governments worldwide were thrown into a state of emergency, activating Level 5-S national defense protocols.

All eyes were fixed on the radar systems, with no one daring to sleep through the night.

Every military unit, department, and piece of equipment was placed on full alert, ready for both attack and defense!

In the Federation's National Military Security Command Center, the technicians watched as the radar displayed unprecedented anomalies. Sweat dripped from their foreheads.

"Commander, we've got unidentified aircraft approaching at supersonic speeds from the east!"

"Impossible! There's no way there are that many supersonic aircraft!" George Williams, the Federation's top security officer, dismissed the report in disbelief. But when he checked the screen, his face drained of color.

"What the hell am I looking at?!" A chill ran down his spine.

What nation could field an air force like this?

Before he could process the situation, more reports came in rapid succession.

"Commander, unidentified flying objects are also approaching from the west at supersonic speeds!"

"Commander, unidentified flying objects are also approaching from the south at supersonic speeds!"

"Commander, unidentified flying objects are also approaching from the north at supersonic speeds!"

George went pale, cold sweat soaking through his uniform. This was the first time in his fifty years of military service that he had encountered anything like this.

"Could this be… extraterrestrial?!" The situation was dire. "Activate the global defense system immediately! Launch all anti-aircraft missiles—now!" George didn't waste any more time, exercising his wartime privileges to launch tens of thousands of supersonic missiles, rushing to intercept the approaching aircraft!

The sky lit up with a fiery spectacle, with countless trails of missiles streaking across the sky.

It was the first time in the Federation's history that such an extensive defense operation had been initiated, and the sight was nothing short of awe-inspiring. But to their horror, every missile was intercepted mid-air, filling the skies with explosions of fire.

They couldn't be stopped! They couldn't be stopped at all!

"Ghosts! They're like ghosts!" In a frenzy, George made desperate calls!

"Air Force Command! We're under attack! Scramble every fighter we've got and intercept those invaders!"

"Army Headquarters! We have unknown forces inside our borders—initiate top-level combat protocols immediately!"

"Navy Command! Prepare for a full-scale defensive operation! Keep a vigilant eye on the seas!"

In an instant, the entire military complex—land, sea, and air—was mobilized into high-alert combat readiness. Despite deploying over one hundred thousand fighters, the unidentified aircraft simply vanished from their radar. A full-scale search turned up nothing.

The most terrifying part was that the enemy could come and go as they pleased, leaving no trace behind. Everything was under their control.

"Your Majesty, our airspace has been breached by hundreds of unidentified aircraft. Their numbers and purpose remain unknown. I've failed in my duties—requesting permission to resign!" The head of national security offered his resignation. The Minister of Defense followed suit. Then the heads of the Air Force, Navy, and Army all collectively requested to resign.

These men, once proud and unyielding, were now utterly defeated. An enemy had breached their homeland, and they had no idea who it was. They felt unworthy of their positions.

But the King refused their resignations. He knew better than anyone that there was only one person in the world capable of such a feat—the Dragon Knight Lord.

It wasn't that they were weak; the enemy was simply too strong.

Meanwhile, in the secretive control room, the atmosphere was suffocating with tension. The King stood with his eyes glued to the radar screen, his face set in a grim expression.

Behind him stood the Federation's elite generals: Ray Maddox, Storm Yates, Phantom Moon, and Butcher Miles.

Ray spoke gravely, "Your Majesty, allow us to deploy. We'll drive Ethan out of the Federation before this escalates into an uncontrollable disaster."

The King turned to face them, his voice heavy with concern. "A disaster? Provoking Ethan is the greatest disaster of all. What do you know of him?"

Ray hesitated, "I…"

Before he could continue, the King cut in, "Three years ago, Ethan burst onto the scene, single-handedly wiping out one hundred thousand soldiers on the Island of the Gods—instantly becoming a legend! That same year, he defeated the world's top dark martial artist, the m******e King.

Two years ago, he ventured alone into the Bermuda Triangle and annihilated an entire horde of sea monsters. And this year, he obliterated the Hell Federation, an alliance of twenty top-tier powers, killing over a hundred elite martial artists without leaving a single survivor! Today, he's taken down the world's number one dark organization, the Immortal Legion…"

He added, "And those are just the highlights. Countless battles, millions of enemies slain, and not a single defeat! Ray Maddox, I ask you—can the four of you together defeat Ethan?"

By now, the four elite generals were visibly shaken, their clothes soaked with sweat. This was the Dragon Knight Lord—an unstoppable force.

Ray stammered, "Your Majesty, then what are we supposed to do? We can't just stand by and watch!"

His voice wavered. A veteran of countless battles, Ray had never backed down from any enemy. But today, the mere mention of Ethan's name had him trembling.

The King was resolute. "If you can't beat him, then make him an ally. I'll give you a special order. Extend an invitation to Ethan, appointing him as the Federation's first-ever Six-Star General. You will all serve under his command."

The four were stunned into silence, exchanging bewildered glances.

A Six-Star General?

There had never been such a rank in the Federation's history.

They had all earned their Five-Star General ranks through years of relentless battle and unparalleled merit. Yet here was Ethan, being promoted to Six-Star General straight away—without question, becoming their superior.

This was the first and only Six-Star General in the history of the Federation.

Ray tried to object, but the King silenced him with a wave. "This isn't a discussion—it's an order. Go to Seaview City and show him your sincerity."

He ordered the standard-bearers to bring forth the military flag, the general's uniform, credentials, and medals and let the four elite generals present the items to Ethan. Then he reiterated, "Remember, don't provoke him, since he's a man not to be trifled with."

The four generals saluted in unison. "Understood, Supreme Leader!" The Four Great Generals then departed urgently for Seaview City.

Meanwhile, in an abandoned factory in Seaview City, Scar sat arrogantly in a chair by a fire pit, grilling meat while surrounded by several burly men.

Not far away, Lily was bound hand and foot, suspended from the ceiling. Blood trickled from her neck, steadily dripping into a basin below. The basin was already a third full.

Lily's face was deathly pale; she had lost consciousness.

Scar glanced at her and sneered, "This little brat can't take much, can she? She's not even dead yet."

He commanded one of his lackeys, "Throw some cold water on her. Make sure she's awake."

The bald lackey quickly obeyed, dumping a bucket of cold water over Lily. She woke with a start, moaning in pain.

Scar grinned, "Tough little brat. Don't die just yet. I want your useless father to see you suffer."

Lily was barely able to speak and whispered, "Please, don't kill my dad. Mom said we were going to have a family dinner together."

Scar laughed maniacally, "Don't worry, little brat. We'll bring your mom here too. Then your whole family can be reunited. Ha!"

Lily burst into tears in terror, "I don't want my mommy and daddy to die! Let me die instead. Please, I'm begging you, don't kill my mommy and daddy!"

"Shut up, you little brat!" Scar snarled, grabbing a red-hot poker from the fire pit, its tip glowing ominously as smoke curled from its surface. He moved to press it against Lily's skin.

"You don't dare!" Boom! At that moment, a thunderous roar filled the air, shaking the ground beneath them.

A dark figure descended from the sky with his eyes glowing red, surrounded by a black aura like a demon from the depths of hell.