<h4>Chapter 2219: Chapter 2219: The Assault</h4>


    Snowy night.


    Moon shining brightly!


    A line of snowmobiles speeding across the snowfield.


    Under the moonlight, these people wearing white coats, holding sharp des, rushed toward the Gills Alliance.


    The moonlight on the snow made the night exceptionally bright.


    At the forefront of the snowmobiles stood a young woman.


    The woman wore a red robe, with three feet of white silk hanging from her sleeves.


    Behind her, there were both old and young.


    All exuding a deadly aura.


    Not far off, a snowmobile approached them.


    As they were about to meet, the opposing snowmobile made a sharp turn,ing alongside the woman.


    "Witch, we have received news, Gills Alliance has been razed to the ground, surrounded by countless people."


    The man on the snowmobile wearing a white coat respectfully reported.


    "Are the people in the Gills Alliance safe? Is Mrs. Leopold safe? Is Mr. Pruitt Wilde safe?"


    Lucien Radcliffe stood on the snowmobile, asking coldly.


    "This..." the messenger bowed his head and whispered, "I haven’t found out yet..."


    "Useless, what’s the point of you!"


    Swish!


    Lucien Radcliffe’s white silk flicked, sending the messenger’s head flying high,nding in the snow.


    The snowmobile driver trembled; despite the cold, sweat covered his forehead.


    "Next, step up! Remember, if you can’t find out their whereabouts, you know what to do." Lucien Radcliffe’s voice had barely fallen when another snowmobile shot out.


    Leaving a trail in the snow, disappearing from sight.


    "Witch, we know Trent Marsh guards heavily now, do we really want to force our way in?" an elder asked with concern.


    "We have received word from Gonzalez City that Julius Reed is not there. Granny has arranged for Master Felix Reed to create chaos in Gonzalez City. When that happens, Julius Reed will surely return."


    Lucien Radcliffe’s face remained expressionless, neither happy nor sad, like a robot.


    "Here, as long as we are willing to fight, Trent Marsh will certainly dare to take us on. If we fight, there will be those lying in wait. Our goal is not the Temple of Return to Heaven below, it’s just a ruse."


    "What we need is courage unafraid of death."


    This kind of stark honesty would surely be deceptive to others.


    At least they wouldn’t tell their subordinates that the mission was a death sentence.


    But Lucien Radcliffe had always been this way.


    She said whatever she intended to do.


    She believed that only strengthmanded respect.


    If you’re strong, people will listen.


    Otherwise, your words are mere nonsense.


    "For Hidden Gate, for Thunderpeak Hall, we are willing!"


    Hundreds shouted in unison!


    "Remember, your names will surely be in the Hall of Heroic Spirits!" Lucien Radcliffe stood at the front of the snowmobile, raised her ss, and shouted: "For God! For our paradise! For entering the Hall of Heroic Spirits! Charge!"


    "Charge!"


    The people from Hidden Gate and Thunderpeak Hall raised their sses, drank a mouthful of liquor, lit torches on their snowmobiles, and charged forward with a shout!


    Buzz!


    A vibration rang out.


    Lucien Radcliffe lowered her head and answered the phone.


    "Granny. We’ve reached thirty miles from the Gills Alliance."


    "Attack ording to our n. You lead the people, find Elwood Thorneycroft and Pruitt Wilde. Our people from Hidden Gate must bring back those two, the rest, dispose of them on the spot."


    "Not a single one left?" Lucien Radcliffe asked.


    "Those maids and Mr. Guilt know some of our secrets. The Gills Alliance is destroyed, they no longer have value. Eliminate them all to prevent any trouble."


    "What about the faceless ones and the mummified bodies?" Lucien Radcliffe asked again.


    She only knew how to follow orders.


    Because her mother alone in this world would not harm her.


    Not even her father!


    "Leave those. Granny Xihua hesitated: "Our cooperation with Hill Leocadia is ongoing and must not be disrupted."


    "Understood." Lucien Radcliffe hung up the phone, gazing at the distant lights.


    That was the wreckage of the Gills Alliance.


    Now guarded by Trent Marsh’s men.


    "Warriors of Hidden Gate! In today’s battle, you will all ascend to the Hall of Heroic Spirits, serving the demon god forever! Go, for your soul!"


    Lucien Radcliffe shouted!


    "Forward! Hall of Heroic Spirits, here wee!"


    People from Hidden Gate and Thunderpeak Hall drank deeply, like madmen, holding bombs and gunpowder, charging towards the Gills Alliance!


    "You, take me to find Mrs. Leopold." Lucien Radcliffe instructed her driver.


    "Witch, I also want to go to the Hall of Heroic Spirits! They’ve all gone, I can’t be left behind!" The driver was like a madman, not listening to Lucien Radcliffe at all.


    "Then off you go." Lucien Radcliffe struck, and the driver’s head exploded.


    After pushing his body aside, Lucien Radcliffe drove the snowmobile herself, following the coordinates.


    She wasn’t going to spare Elwood Thorneycroft.


    Failure does not deserve to live.


    Even if Granny Xihua wanted her alive, Lucien Radcliffe would still choose to kill her!


    In the night.


    Around the remnants of the Gills Alliance gathered many of Trent Marsh’s men.


    Trent Marsh himself sat at the center of the Gills Alliance ruins, the highest point, drinking.


    Beside him was some unfinished porridge.


    "Mr. Marsh, will there really be anyoneing? Isn’t our position too conspicuous?" Griffen Marsh looked around warily.


    He had deployed thousands of people to guard the ruins.


    Such force was almost unbeatable, but he still feared unexpected events.


    "I, Trent Marsh, am a man who will unify the world, and you’re talking to me about being conspicuous? I have fought from the south to the north, from the east to the west, killed countless people, destroyed many sects, is that conspicuous?"


    Trent Marsh wiped the liquor from his mouth, picking up the porridge again, and continued eating.


    This stuff, no matter how much he ate, was never enough.


    "That’s not being conspicuous, after all, Mr. Marsh, your strength is legendary. Who are you, the number one in the world! So what if you want to unify? Isn’t that natural?"


    Griffen Marsh chuckled.


    "If I want to be the number one in the world and not be conspicuous, now I sit on these ruins, drinking porridge, and you call that conspicuous?" Trent Marsh stood up, spat a grain of rice at Griffen Marsh’s feet.


    "Brother Marsh, that’s not what I meant." Griffen Marsh was exasperated.


    "Then exin to me, what does conspicuous mean? What the hell does being conspicuous mean?" Trent Marsh put the porridge on the ground, startling Griffen Marsh.


    "Report, sir, there’s a light in the distance."


    Someone shouted below.


    "Alert!"


    Griffen Marsh finally found a chance to escape, quickly jumping down, taking the binocrs, and looking into the distance.


    "Just a few people on broken snowmobiles daring toe here? They really do have guts." He sneered, dismissing it.


    If it were a thousand people, he might take it more seriously.


    But with only one or two hundred, what could they do?


    Suicide?


    "Capture some alive, ask what’s going on." Griffen Marsh thought this was a false rm.


    "For the Hall of Heroic Spirits!"


    Suddenly, someone shouted.


    Boom!


    The snowmobiles showed no sign of slowing, charging directly and exploded!