One person: Practicing all magic skills! The old master was stunned!

Chapter 222 War begins!

King Nathan was silent, staring at Jarrett. Seeing this, Jarrett felt secretly proud. He believed that as long as he continued to persevere, he would one day be able to impress the young King Nathan.

"King, I know you have concerns in your heart. But please believe that we Behemoths have no ill will towards Nathan. We just want to help Nathan move towards a more prosperous future." Jarrett spoke again, his tone more sincere.

However, Queen Nathan didn't respond immediately. She seemed to be contemplating something, weighing the pros and cons. Seeing this, Jarrett decided to take further action. He slowly took a step forward, trying to convey his determination and sincerity through his body language.

"Wang, please believe us. Nathan's future requires our joint efforts." Jarrett said, taking another step forward.

King Nathan suddenly raised his head. "Mr. Jarrett, I respect your sincerity and determination. But Nathan's traditions and freedoms must not be infringed upon by anyone. You Behemoths may try to change the world, but please start by respecting the traditions of every nation and every people."

Jarrett ignored King Nathan's warning and took a few steps forward, his tone filled with urgency and sincerity. "King, you love Nathan. You should want Nathan to prosper, right? Please accept our help. I will do my best to assist you and together we will create a glorious future for Nathan."

His words were full of temptation and anticipation, as if he had already seen the moment when he would successfully persuade King Nathan. However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by King Nathan.

Veins bulged on King Nathan's forehead, his eyes gleaming with unquestionable determination. "I cannot dictate the will of others, much less accept your imposition. So, if you want, I can pave the way with your blood!"

Before he could finish his words, Mochizuki Satoru flashed towards Jarrett like a bolt of lightning. His blade flashed like a dragon, instantly slicing across Jarrett's neck. A flicker of surprise and resentment flashed in Jarrett's eyes, and he collapsed to the ground, his blood staining the square red.

It all happened so quickly that the two soldiers beside Jarrett had no time to react. However, Elijah was already prepared. He aimed at one of the soldiers and pulled the trigger. The gunshot rang out and the soldier fell to the ground.

The other soldier turned pale with fear, his legs weakened, and he almost collapsed to the ground. He looked at the corpse of his companion and the stern face of King Nathan, his heart filled with fear and despair.

King Nathan's gaze was as cold as ice as he scanned everyone present. "I repeat, Nathan's traditions and freedoms must not be violated. Anyone who attempts to challenge our bottom line will pay a heavy price."

Mochizuki Satoru sheathed his sword and turned to walk away, his back aloof and stern. The remaining soldiers stared at Mochizuki Satoru's back, then at King Nathan, their hearts filled with awe and fear. They dared not take another step forward, fearing they would be the next casualty.

Jarrett's body lay quietly in the square, blood staining his clothes. His eyes still held resentment and astonishment, as if expressing regret and failure.

Queen Nathan looked at Jarrett's body with no emotion in her heart. She knew this was just the beginning.

Elsewhere, Ron was observing everything that had just happened through his tablet, his face cold and composed. The screen froze on the moment Jarrett fell to the ground, and a sneer curled his lips. "I thought, with Jarrett's flamboyant personality, he'd probably suffer a bit. But this is... too much."

The secretary standing beside him snorted coldly, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes: "That family seems to have a talent for angering others. What, are you feeling bad? Is this the first time you've seen such a scene?"

Ron shook his head. "It's okay. I'm not that weak. Weaklings and fools deserve any miserable fate. I've known this for a long time. If survival is a bloody competition, then this time, I will prove to everyone that I have a strong heart to face hell."

Just then, a helicopter roared past Ron's head, kicking up a cloud of dust. Ron looked up at the sky and said, "Very good, Wang, are you going to skip the unnecessary small talk? Then, let's get started."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the intercom and gave orders in a deep voice: "Attention all teams, negotiations have failed, advance towards the target location."

Deep in the jungle, a soldier lurked in the dense foliage, his walkie-talkie tightly gripped in his hand as Ron's orders reached his ears. He took a deep breath, adjusted his posture, and whispered, "Roger that! All teams, prepare for action."

However, just as he was about to issue further instructions, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis. He turned around and saw a dark shadow passing by like a ghost, instantly appearing behind him. The next second, he felt his neck being tightly twisted by a powerful force, and the air seemed to freeze at that moment.

A trace of fear and despair flashed in the soldier's eyes. He tried his best to break free, but the hand was like an iron clamp, firmly locking his fate. His throat made a "gurgling" sound, but he could no longer utter a word.

Ron spoke calmly and decisively over the intercom: "After landing on the island, the troops were attacked by surprise. The situation is more complicated than expected. All units, please pay attention, remain vigilant, and be prepared to respond to any emergency."

Before he could finish his words, a soldier was thrown back by the powerful force of the sudden attack, crashing hard into a nearby tree, his life or death uncertain. The soldiers reacted quickly, recognizing the attacker's presence at a glance; it was undoubtedly a Level 3 prey.

"Scatter! Don't gather together!" an experienced soldier shouted loudly. Upon hearing this, the other soldiers quickly dispersed and formed combat teams to prevent themselves from being defeated one by one by the attackers.

However, this didn't deter the attackers. Another burst of hurried footsteps and the rustling of wind filled the air, and a Level 3 alien appeared before the soldiers like a ghost. He held a sharp blade, his form nimble, and he attempted another attack.

But the soldiers were not pushovers. They quickly locked onto their target, their guns emitting flames as they unleashed a barrage of fire at the Level 3 alien. The alien was unable to dodge and was hit by multiple bullets, blood splattering everywhere.

He screamed and stumbled to hide behind a large tree, thinking he would be safe for the time being. However, he didn't expect that he had been hit by a stray bullet while dodging. His eyesight gradually became blurred, his body swayed, and he finally fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Throw the smoke bomb!" a soldier shouted loudly, then took out a smoke bomb from his waist and threw it hard into the center of the battlefield.