The Supreme Overlord

Chapter 6

"What's going on? Mr. Foster, did you bring reinforcements?" Jaxon asked, a sinking feeling growing in his chest.

"No, I didn't." Liam's voice was laced with confusion. He was a regiment commander—how could he possibly cause such a massive commotion?

"Mr. Foster, bad news!" A guard suddenly rushed in, his face pale with panic.

"Our two battalions have been surrounded by 120,000 troops from the Northern Warzone!"

"Impossible!" Liam and Jaxon froze in shock, their minds reeling.

The Northern Warzone's 120,000 troops were under the direct command of the Supreme Commander. Why would they be here? Why would they surround them?

In Caridonia, Jaxon and Liam were considered untouchable, local overlords. But compared to the Supreme Commander of the Northern Warzone, they were nothing more than insignificant insects. What could they have done to provoke him into mobilizing 120,000 troops?

Their disbelief quickly turned to panic as they rushed to the window to see for themselves.

"Gosh..." As they pulled back the curtains, their eyes widened in terror.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Outside the villa, rows upon rows of soldiers armed with automatic rifles stretched as far as the eye could see. The 120,000-strong army surrounded the villa like an impenetrable tide.

Even the surrounding neighborhoods were flooded with Northern Warzone soldiers, all with their weapons locked and aimed at the villa.

The 1,000 men Liam had brought with him were completely powerless. They had been disarmed and were now crouched on the ground, their hands over their heads, looking utterly defeated.

Boom! Boom! Boom! And it wasn't just infantry.

Armored vehicles, tanks, and missile launchers had rolled onto the villa grounds, effortlessly smashing through fences and walls. Their massive cannons were already aimed directly at the operating room.

Overhead, helicopters hovered, and fighter jets circled in the sky.

In the distance, on the Caridonia River, several massive warships, each weighing thousands or even tens of thousands of tons, were anchored. Their cannons were also locked on the villa.

"What is happening?" Jaxon and Liam's faces turned ghostly pale. A suffocating sense of dread washed over them.

"Commander!" At that moment, a man in a lieutenant general's uniform stepped into the villa's garden.

His expression was stern, his posture rigid as he stood at attention and saluted toward the operating room. "Northern Warzone First Army Group Commander reporting to the Supreme Commander!"

One by one, more officers followed him, each standing at attention and saluting in the same direction.

"Northern Warzone First Army Group First Division Commander reporting to the Supreme Commander!"

"Northern Warzone First Army Group Second Division Commander reporting to the Supreme Commander!"

Inside the operating room, Jaxon and Liam felt their blood run cold. Their faces drained of all color.

Each of these men was a high-ranking officer, someone who could destroy them with a single word.

But what truly terrified them was the realization dawning on them—the world-renowned Supreme Commander of the Meriland Northern Warzone was here, inside this very operating room.

It was unthinkable.

And yet, given the situation, there was only one possibility.

Jaxon and Liam's eyes widened in horror. Their breathing quickened as they turned to look at Tanner, disbelief etched across their faces. "You... you're..."

"Heh." Tanner let out a cold laugh, his presence suddenly oppressive and overwhelming. The sheer force of his aura made everyone in the room feel an uncontrollable urge to kneel.

"I told you," Tanner said, his voice calm but chilling. "My name is Tanner. I am the Supreme Commander of the Meriland Northern Warzone."

Thud! Thud!

Jaxon and Liam's arrogance shattered in an instant. They collapsed to the ground like broken marionettes, trembling violently. Their teeth chattered as fear gripped them completely.

"This can't be..." Jaxon muttered, his eyes blank with shock.

Tanner—this man they had mocked, insulted, and plotted against—was actually the world-famous Supreme Commander of the Meriland Northern Warzone.

He commanded an army of 350,000 troops, held the rank of Marshal, and wielded unimaginable power. With a single order, he could end anyone's life.

And yet, they had dared to insult his mother. They had even planned to harvest his father's kidney. And worst of all, they had plotted to kill him.

Not to mention, Jaxon's father had slaughtered Tanner's entire family.

Liam was already trembling with fear. A regiment commander like him, daring to even think about killing the commander-in-chief? It seemed he and his entire family had a death wish.

His legs shook, tears and snot streaming down his face. "Commander, I was wrong! I was so foolish to follow the Prices' orders. I was completely wrong! Please, spare me!"

"Heh." Tanner glanced at Liam, a cold laugh escaping his lips. "You know you were wrong? No, you just know you're about to die."

"As a Meriland officer, you colluded with corrupt merchants, solicited prostitutes, embezzled funds, and even tried to help them kill me. Do you even deserve to be called a soldier?" he snapped.

Smack! In the blink of an eye, Tanner appeared in front of Liam and slapped him hard across the head.

"Ah!" Liam let out a blood-curdling scream as his body crumpled under the force, crashing straight through the concrete floor of the second story.

Bang! He hit the first floor with a sickening thud, reduced to a mangled pile of flesh and blood.

"How..." Jaxon stood frozen in shock. If he had known Tanner was this terrifyingly powerful, he wouldn't have dared to go against him.

He immediately collapsed to the ground and began begging frantically. "Commander, I was wrong! Please, I beg you, forgive me! I can give you all my money, all my gold bars, even women!"

"You think you're worthy of mercy?" Tanner's gaze shifted to the operating table, where Gavin lay. His father's hair had turned gray, his face was pale and haggard, and his back was broken from years of torment at the hands of the Price family. Tanner's fury erupted like a storm. "When I returned, I swore to kill anyone who harmed my parents. You insulted my mother and even tried to harvest my father's kidneys. And you still think you can live?"

Bang! With a single, devastating punch, Tanner unleashed a violent gust of wind as his fist struck out.

"No, don't!" Jaxon screamed, his voice filled with desperation as he begged for his life.

"I can help you kill my father! I'll chop him into pieces for you! I'll avenge your family, just don't kill me... Ah!"

But it was useless. Tanner's punch landed, obliterating Jaxon's body in an instant. What remained was a mangled mess of flesh and blood, with only his head left intact.

Blood splattered across the operating room, painting a horrifying scene.

Jaxon's final thoughts were filled with regret. He shouldn't have committed such evil acts. If there were an afterlife, he swore he would be a good person.

Tanner carried Gavin out of the operating room.

As for Jaxon's henchmen and Liam's subordinates, they were all taken away for investigation. Those found guilty of serious crimes were executed by firing squad.

"Commander, your mother has already been sent to the hospital for treatment," Ryder reported as he approached.

"Send my father there as well," Tanner instructed, placing Gavin carefully onto a stretcher.

Gavin had endured five years of unimaginable torment, and his body was in critical condition. He needed immediate medical attention.

Tanner then turned to Ryder and gave further orders. "My parents have been rescued. There's no need for so many troops here anymore. Leave one division under your command, and have the rest return to their posts. The border still needs to be defended."

"Understood," Ryder responded immediately, but then hesitated before bringing up another matter.

"Caridonia's richest man, Landon Price, has invited you to his fiftieth birthday celebration. Will you be attending?"

Tanner's lips curled into a rare smile, though it was cold and full of menace.

"Of course, I'll go. He destroyed my entire family. How could I miss his birthday? And I'll make sure to bring him a very special gift."

At this moment, in the Crystal Haven of Caridonia, a lavish birthday banquet was in full swing.

It was Landon's 50th birthday celebration, held with extravagant and luxurious decorations. The venue was filled with Caridonia's most prominent figures and wealthy elites.

The air buzzed with flattery, as the guests showered Landon with praise.

"Mr. Price became the richest man in Caridonia in just five years. Truly remarkable!"

"Mr. Price's achievements far surpass those of Gavin, who was the richest man in Caridonia five years ago. He's an inspiration to us all."

"Are you crazy? How dare you bring up what happened five years ago?"

"Sorry, sorry, I misspoke..."

Landon sat at the center of the banquet, soaking in the admiration of the crowd.

But his expression remained sour. None of the attendees were particularly influential figures.

The mayor of Caridonia and the commander of Caridonia's security brigade were notably absent. Word had it they had gone to welcome the globally renowned Commander of the Northern Warzone.

Landon had also sent people to invite the Commander, more for appearances than anything else. Deep down, he knew it was a long shot.

After all, the Commander was at the very top of Meriland's power structure, while Landon was merely a wealthy businessman in a small city. The Commander could crush him with a single finger and would never bother attending his celebration.

"Mr. Price!" At that moment, his butler came rushing over, his face lit with excitement.

"The Commander has accepted your invitation! He's on his way now and said he's bringing a grand gift!"