Chapter - 1511

Everyone unwittingly kneeled in front of Zeke.

“Great Marshal!”

However, they were still feeling very much confused.

Why’s the Great Marshal ordering the death of General North Sole Wolf?

Everyone knows the two of them are practically brothers.

Various emotions began to stir in Mason’s heart.

Things were headed in a completely unexpected direction.

For one, he had never imagined that Zeke would make an appearance.

However, as surprised as he was, he still managed to quickly regain his composure.

So what if Zeke is here?

He’s still a permanently damaged cripple!

Even with the Elites of Sole in tow, he is still no match for me.

And if they do prove to be formidable, I can just ask Ares for help.

I swear I will get my hands on the Spirit Stone today, even if I have to crush Zeke and the Elites of Greed to do it.

Mason knew he had the whole of the Carter sect in his corner, so he wasn’t the least bit worried that Eurasia would come after him.

“Get up, all of you! You’re kneeling to the wrong person! He’s not the real Great Marshal. Everything I did today was to lure this fraud out! So, kill him!”

The soldiers exchanged troubled glances with each other. They didn’t know who to believe or what to do.

Zeke snickered. “What a thief crying foul. How about you take off your mask and show people your real face instead. Or are you too chicken to do it?”

“What mask? This is my real face!” retorted Mason. “I’m the real General North!”

Just as the crowd was torn up over who to believe, a figure stumbled in frantically.

It was none other than Zeller who had been punished to run ten kilometers while carrying weights earlier.

Zeller staggered in with blood trickling down from the wounds on his head.

He pointed his finger at Sole Wolf and yelled furiously, “You bloody disgusting piece of trash! How dare you show up again!”

“Everyone! He’s a fraud! He’s the one who killed our commander! Kill him!” Zeller yelled to the other soldiers.

Commander Aaron Flint immediately rushed over to him. “Zeller, are you sure this person is a fraud? He’s actually the one who insisted that the Great Marshal was an imposter instead.”

Zeller whipped out his phone and said, “Look! Here’s all the evidence you need.”

On his phone was a video of the commander of the perimeter troops saying his last words.

With his very last breath, the commander revealed that the General North among them was in fact an imposter.

Everyone whipped their heads around to stare at Mason. There was no doubt now.

“How dare you impersonate General North?”

“You dare murder a commander of the Elites of Sole? You and your whole family will pay for this!”

“Who the bloody hell is he then? How dare he claim the Great Marshal is a fraud?”

A small sigh escaped Mason’s lips.

So the truth still came out.

I knew I should’ve made sure the commander was completely dead.

Well, I guess I only have one way out now.

“Die, you mongrels!”

Mason was a Platinum Archduke at the top of his form; his skills were on par with the Great Marshal when the latter was at his strongest.

That was why he was very sure he could kill Zeke.

He lunged towards Zeke at a speed so fast that he became a blur.

Before the other soldiers even realized what was happening, he had already reached Zeke.

However, Zeke stood there completely unfazed, as if he were waiting for Mason’s next move.

Before Mason could do anything else, a slight tremor ran over Zeke’s body.

The air around him solidified and formed an energy barrier.

Mason threw his fist out and punched the barrier, but it only jiggled slightly in response.

Instead, a loud crack sounded from Mason’s fist, suggesting that his bones had been broken.

It was now Zeke’s turn to strike.

He took a swing at Mason. It looked light and effortless, but in reality, he had emitted an energy punch that contained the force of a bulldozer.