Chapter - 3075

After he finished taking notes, he casually crumpled the map into a ball. "Okay, Mr. President. I've got it. I'll go arrange it right away."

The president replied, "Mm. You have full control over Eurasia's soldiers. You must succeed in this mission. Failure is not an option."

Zeke said, "If I fail, I'll come to you to seek punishment. Farewell!"

Zeke turned around and left.

Watching Zeke's departing figure, the president sighed repeatedly. "Ah, I hope Zeke can complete the task."

Eagle, who was severely wounded, struggled to his feet as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He walked over to the president and bowed deeply, saying, "Mr. President, I have failed in my duty to protect you. Please, punish me as you see fit."

The president patted him on the shoulder. "Don't blame yourself. Your opponent was simply too strong. You should tend to your wounds."

Eagle replied, "Thank you for your magnanimity, Mr. President."

The president nodded. "Don't disturb my rest."

With that, he turned and walked toward the bed.

In the instant the president turned around, Eagle suddenly drew a dagger, fiercely stabbing toward the president's back.

However, the dagger halted just an inch away from the president's body, unable to advance further.

It felt as if a slab of steel had blocked the dagger, even sparking a series of flashes at the moment of impact.

What's happening here? What prevented the dagger from striking its target? It's energy that has taken on a tangible form! No, that's not accurate. Even if the energy has taken shape, I can easily break through it with my own strength. This isn't just any energy; it resembles the fabled spiritual energy. How formidable is the president's power?

His level of strength surpassed the understanding of Eagle.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Eagle quickly regained his senses and turned to flee.

However, with a slight shake of his body, the president released a gust of "energy" that roared out like a tornado, sending Eagle flying away.

After landing, Eagle couldn't help but violently cough out blood.

The president turned around, gazing at Eagle, his eyes filled with loss and sorrow.

"Eagle, I've had my suspicions about you before, but I never wanted to believe that you were a traitor. I've raised you since you were a child, so no one knows you better than I do. But I never thought you would let me down. If I'm not mistaken, you and Erebus are in cahoots, both serving the Netherworld, right?"

With a wry smile, Eagle spoke up. "Mr. President, I understand that I can't keep such matters hidden from you, so I might as well be honest. We currently hold grave suspicions about your

identity. We believe you to be a formidable warrior from ancient times. That's why I've remained at your side all this time, hesitant to take any action. Erebus' recent visit was to gauge your strength. To my surprise, even when your life was in jeopardy, you refrained from retaliating, successfully deceiving me. Mr. President, would you kindly reveal the truth? Are you truly a powerful ancient warrior?"

The president said, "Was the power I just demonstrated not enough to answer your question?"

Eagle bowed his head. "I understand. Mr. President, could you tell me, who exactly are you? To have lived from the ancient times to the present, you must have a resounding title, right?"

The president lowered his head, lost in thought. "Indeed, I have a title, and it used to be quite renowned back in the day," he said. "However, now, this title is merely a code name. Heavenly God. Yes, they all respectfully address me as Heavenly God."

Heavenly God?

Eagle shook his head. "I've never heard of this name before."

The president said, "It's okay if you haven't heard of me. There are many old acquaintances of mine down there who might just tell you my story. Remember to send my regards to them when you go."

"Okay!" Eagle closed his eyes, awaiting death.

However, the president hesitated to make his move.