The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 217 To Let Pass Or Not

Chapter 217 To Let Pass or Not

"Boss, should we send the Bloodshadow Guard into the capital? Will Phil Santiago allow it?" Black Tortoise asked once his emotions steadied.

Phil Santiago, the Deputy Commander of the Northern Border Army, was stationed in the capital city. All five military-controlled airports were within his jurisdiction.

"He won't dare to deny entry. Let the Bloodshadow Guard sweep through his airport," White Tiger's voice was gruff.

"White Tiger, can you stop causing trouble?" Black Tortoise shot a glare. "That's the capital city, not some other place."

"He'll permit it," Billy said calmly. "Go ahead, inform them. We depart tomorrow morning."

"Yes, sir!" Vermilion Bird and the others nodded in unison.

The next morning at 6 a. m., Billy and the group arrived at the airport. The Bloodshadow Guard lined up, clad uniformly in combat attire, each wearing a dark-red-hilted bloodshadow warblade.

"Commander!" The hundred Bloodshadow Guard soldiers knelt on one knee and shouted in unison, their voices resounding like thunder.

"Rise and speak," Billy motioned with his hand.

"Yes, Commander!" The hundred soldiers shouted again in unison, then stood at attention like blades.

"Bloodshadow Guard is fully assembled. Requesting your instructions!" The leader, Ken Rose, reported loudly.

"Upon arrival in the capital, follow Vice Commander Kimmons' orders. No independent actions are allowed, or else military law will be enforced," Billy instructed.

"We shall follow your orders, Commander Gardner!" Ken Rose saluted.

"Go ahead!" Billy waved his hand.

"Yes, sir!" Ken Rose saluted again before turning and shouting, "Depart!"

At 8 a. m., on the eastern side of the capital city, at a military-controlled airport, a small meeting was underway. Several men in military attire were discussing matters.

Seated at the head of the table was a man in his forties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and a sturdy aura. This man was none other than Phil Santiago, the Deputy Commander of the Northern Border Army.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Soon, urgent knocking came from the door.

"Come in!" Phil Santiago's brow furrowed slightly.

According to his routine, he had explicitly instructed that he not be disturbed unless something exceptional arose.

"Report!" a young man in military attire entered swiftly and saluted.

"Speak!" Phil Santiago's voice was deep.

"A hundred Western Warriors have arrived at our airport. Should we permit their passage? Seeking instructions, Deputy Commander!" the young man spoke loudly.

Upon hearing this news, he was taken aback as well. Why would a hundred Western Warriors arrive in the capital without any apparent reason? Phil didn't think they were here for a sightseeing tour!

Phil Santiago choked on his tea. After recovering slightly, he continued, "Are you sure they are Western Warriors?"

"I'm a hundred percent certain!" The man nodded firmly. "Moreover, if my guess is right, these hundred individuals belong to the Western Bloodshadow Guard!" Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The attendees exchanged glances, their faces showing equal astonishment. A hundred regular Western Warriors wouldn't have been much of a surprise, but they were Western Bloodshadow Guard. They were infamous for their relentless, border-patrolling nature. How could they possibly come to the capital?

Clang!

Phil Santiago's teacup hit the conference table. His gaze locked onto the young man, and he asked again, "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely certain, Deputy Commander!" the man affirmed earnestly.

Phil Santiago exhaled a heavy breath, his expression unprecedentedly serious. He promptly pulled out his phone and dialed his superior's number.

"Phil Santiago, what's the matter?" came a steady voice on the other end.

"Commander, I have an important matter to report!" Phil Santiago steadied his emotions.

"Go ahead."

"A hundred Western Bloodshadow Guard have arrived in the capital. I'm seeking guidance on whether to permit their passage." Phil Santiago explained.

"The Western Army guards the borders year-round. Finally, they get some free time and decide to visit the capital, to see the prosperity of this land they protect. Why are you so nervous?" the voice on the other end responded.

"But..." Phil Santiago's mouth twitched.

"Enough with the 'buts'. Let them pass immediately and don't freeze the hearts of our Western comrades!" the voice interrupted.

"Yes, Commander!" Phil Santiago replied in a loud voice. After hanging up, he quickly rose and said, "Everyone, follow me to welcome our Western colleagues."

For him, while he knew that the arrival of the Army of Bloodshadow wasn't a small matter, since his superior had spoken, he had no concerns. Moreover, images of the King of the West surfaced in his mind; his soldiers wouldn't cause trouble in the capital.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

As the group stepped out of the conference room, another young man hurriedly approached.

"Report!" the man saluted Phil Santiago as he reached him.

"Speak!" Phil Santiago's voice was grave.

"Western Vice Commander Casey Kimmons and First Legion Commander Azure Dragon seek an audience outside." The man reported loudly.

"Ah!?" Phil Santiago felt like his heart couldn't take it anymore. "They're both in the capital?"

"Yes, I heard they've just come from General Wilson's place!" the man replied once more.

Sucking in a breath, Phil Santiago's heart raced. Western Deputy Commander and the First Legion Commander in the capital, and now a hundred Western Bloodshadow Guard. What was going on?

After a brief daze, he hurriedly said, "Let's go, let's meet Vice Commander Kimmons first."

The others exchanged glances, their eyes showing equal shock.

Meanwhile, in various departments throughout the capital, a flurry of activity ensued as this news spread. The Capital Defense Bureau and the Imperial Guard Bureau had the most pronounced reactions. Ebenezer Rowe, the head of the Capital Defense Bureau, almost dropped his phone when he heard the news. After hanging up, he prepared to go to Phil Santiago's airport, but before he could even leave, he received a call.

Upon hanging up, his expression turned complex, and he inwardly sighed with relief.

Similar situations unfolded among the heads of other related departments, each receiving the same message. They were to remain at their posts, regardless of what happened elsewhere. After hanging up, they all felt astonishment and relief.

In the heart of the capital, Donald and the plain-clothed old man sat face to face on a couch, their expressions grim.

"Are you sure this news is true?" the old man asked Donald.

"What do you think?"

"The Leonard Clan is truly courting death!" the old man slammed his tea cup onto the coffee table. "They dare to collude with external enemies to assassinate a high-ranking officer in the military. They're clearly asking for trouble!"

"Last time, I gave them a chance. They chose this path themselves. no one else is to blame." Donald's voice was cold. "This time, I hope you won't intervene either."

"Very well!" the old man replied. "Heaven forgives sins, but humans don't. They've brought this upon themselves, let them face the consequences."