Chapter 1938 Frode Banks

With that, Tyr raised the blade, ready to sever Gideon’s neck. The pendant on Gideon’s chest suddenly lit up when the Celestial Blade was about to strike. A phantom appeared in the air the next second. “Tyr, if you dare to kill my great-grandson, I will wipe out Regal Palace!” Tyr abruptly raised his head. He noticed a black phantom floating in the air. He frowned and replied, “Who are you?” “I’m Frode Banks!” the black phantom replied coldly. “Release my great-grandson and return to the Celestial Empire right away. I can forget about everything that has happened today. Otherwise, don’t hold it against me for being rude to you!” “Hahahaha!” Tyr burst into laughter when he heard Frode’s words. He had just talked about how he hated being threatened the most, and yet he received another threat. Furthermore, Frode was only a phantom at the moment. “I’m surprised to learn that a traitor who used to betray the country is still alive. Does this imply that you have the tome in your hands?” Frode paused for a moment. “Tyr, don’t be too greedy! This is my final warning. Let go…” Gush! Tyr raised the blade in his hand before Frode finished his speech. Gideon’s head was seen rolling on the ground instantly. His blood had splattered a few meters high. “Arghhhhhhh...! Tyr, how dare you kill my great-grandson!” Frode screamed incessantly from the void. “I’ll raze Regal Palace to the ground and smite you to pieces!” “Haha!” A golden light evaporated all the blood on the surface of the Celestial Blade. In an instant, Tyr slashed the weapon into the air and shattered Frode’s phantom. Peace had been restored to the world at that moment. Tyr then stowed his blade into his wrist guard before retorting coldly, “You dare to destroy Regal Palace? Who the hell do you think you are? You don’t have to come to me for vengeance. I'll go to you instead.” Just like that, the fight between Demigods ended. The insufferably arrogant Gideon was vulnerable in front of Tyr. Seeing that the battle was over, Emmett led a large group of his followers as they ran toward Tyr hurriedly. When they noticed Gideon’s decapitated head, they could feel their hatred and resentment being vented immediately. “Thank you for saving my organization, Mr. Summers!.” “Thank you, Mr. Summers!” “Thank you, Mr. Summers!” They saluted Tyr and thanked him one after another. Tyr said with a wave of his hand, “You don’t need to be so polite. The matter has yet to be resolved.” Emmett and the others were stunned as soon as these words were spoken. Tyr explained, “Gideon may be dead, but he wasn’t the most powerful man in the Jackals. It’s Frode Bank!” “Frode Banks!” Emmett’s pupils shrank dramatically. Ezer exclaimed from the other side, “That old monster is still alive?” “Yes!” Tyr responded lightly. “What are we going to do?” One by one, those high-ranking executives became engrossed in a fierce discussion. They appear to have been terrified. They couldn’t be blamed for their cowardice, seeing as they were already affected by Gideon’s terrifying display of strength recently. It was true that Tyr had killed Gideon, but the forefather of the Jackals was far more terrifying than the latter. Frode was known as a notorious killer machine a few decades ago. The Liberated had a Demigod in the past, but that Demigod died in Frode’s hands about thirty years ago. Legend had it that Frode died in a forbidden place twenty years ago. It was unknown why he would reappear in the eyes of the public. “Mr. Summers, you have to protect us! My organization is willing to recognize you as our master as long as you help us survive this disaster.” Emmett hinted that he was willing to give Tyr control over his organization. He was willing to kneel in front of him and address him as the true master. Tyr would gladly do so if it had taken place five years ago. After all, Regal Palace was still active in Rayne at the time. To consolidate their position in Rayne, Regal Palace required the assistance of a large organization like the Liberated. However, he was no longer interested in the Liberated now. He stated flatly, “I have no interest in your organization, but since I’ve already made my promise to Dragun Squad, I will go above and beyond to help you resolve the situation. Can you tell me where the Jackals’ headquarters is? I’m heading there now.” Emmett and his peers were taken aback. They immediately informed Tyr of the Jackals’ headquarters location. “Frode will not survive tonight!” Tyr’s figure flashed before the crowd’s eyes before vanishing in the blink of an eye. *** At the same time, at the Jackals’ headquarters. Behind the headquarters was a mountain. There was a cave with a stone gate there. The gate was covered in moss and appeared to have stood the test of time, given its ancient look. Roar! Roar! Roar! An exasperated roar came from the stone gate. It was immediately followed by a loud explosion. Following that, a black light was seen shooting out from the stone gate. It was an old man with thinning hair. He wore a black suit, showcasing his skinny and withered figure. He was so frail that a gust of wind could have blown him away anytime. “Tyr, I want to rip you to shreds!” His ferocious roar echoed across the night sky. The Chuth flag, which was flying high on the mountain, made a whizzing sound the next second. A full moon appeared out of nowhere in the night sky. It wasn’t the real moon, though, because, on the other side of the horizon, another pale moon emitted a cold light could be seen hanging in the air. Two moons appeared at the same time in the night sky. The old man leaped from the mountain and glided with the night sky’s wind as he quickly flew in the direction of the square belonging to the Jackals’ headquarters. The full moon in the sky followed him and floated toward the massive square. A group of members of the Jackals led by Presley had arrived at the square at this time. “Welcome, Frode, for leaving your seclusion!” Presley and his subordinates knelt on the ground right away, as the old man flew down with the help of a hurricane that propelled him beneath his soles. “Congratulations on leaving your seclusion, Frode!” “Congratulations on leaving your seclusion, Frode!” The endless greetings sounded. All of the organization’s big wheels were in high spirits at the time. However, Frode was not in the best of spirits. He gave a slight nod to the full moon that hung in the sky behind him. The moon vanished in an instant with a wave of his hand. He commanded, “Everyone in this organization must evacuate the manor as soon as possible! Not a single soul is allowed to stay within the ten-kilometer radius.” Frode sat cross-legged on the ground and stopped talking after that. He remained motionless as if he had transformed into a statue.