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Ezenia had now turned to sleeping beauty, as she was still unconscious until now. 

She lost too much and was now undergoing a blood transfusion.

The bullets in her were taken out and until she was truly awakened, the verdict won't hold even if she was asleep for 2 weeks.

This was good since it gave the old man time to plan. 

Of course, despite his anxiety to get her out now he wouldn't dare snatch her away from Baymardian treatment. Let the grip get free treatment before they whisk her away. 

Seems fair enough. 

And just like that, Deiferus's capital blooded a deep sense of unrest that made even the common people feel uneasy.

However, they weren't the only ones twitching like ants.

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--District B, Capital City, Baymard--

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Within the shared barrack zones, several green army trucks drove mercilessly behind a group of tired soldiers of all colors.

Newbies. 

The many veterans running in different directions could smell them from a mile away. 

Just look at their faces that were filled with unwillingness, stubbornness and tiredness.

The veteran teams, on the other hand, ran in beautiful unison everyone's feet rising and falling at the same time.

They too followed their commanding officer through rigorous training, but they still kept expressionless stone-cold faces that neither rain nor storm could change.

One two three four!"

"One two three four!"

"One two three four!"

Everywhere one looked, soldiers ran, engaging in hand-to-hand combat and performing all sorts of stunts. 

Don't think the shared barrack zones were small. 

Driving through the many mountain ranges and hills, Timothy, Minister Jackson, Gordon and the others from the Soma empire couldn't help sucking in air from admiration. 

The discipline here was impeccable 

Even though there were a few stubborn peacocks here and there, everyone was more or less disciplined. You could tell that most dared not defy orders at all. 

Why? Was it because they would get bullied and circled out by the tougher gangs?

This was what the Omanians thought.

After all, medieval barracks were more like harsh schools consisting of too many noble families with their squires who gang up on the poor or the less fortunate. 

Many Omanians began wondering if that was truly the case, not knowing that the reason was one they would face soon enough. 

Vrmmmmm~

It was a long ass drive across the many terrains within the Barrack zones until they soon a one of the reached the living and studying quarters for International soldiers. 

F***!

It was incredibly huge.

Mind you, this place was for all UN empires, including future ones.

Perhaps it was the strong and towering unique buildings, or the serious atmosphere in the jar that made everyone look around like people seeing a zoo for the first time.

People were always on the move, rushing for the next activity on their schedules 

Even those who were free had long forgotten how to love slowly.

They always moved in haste, which was something they were ashamed to say their Soma barracks lacked.

Hell!

If you go into their barracks now, you'll find people talking and blabbing about tales from their best.

Other times it was juicy gossip. The only time they did get very serious was when wielding a sword or weapon to practice.

Most of them gossiped, lit fires, enjoyed meals, played with one another, danced, sang, or looked for someone to bully. 

Of course, they also did the chores within the barracks too, but that was mostly done by the poor. 

Where can one find such disciples and refreshes in any of their barracks? 

Seeing this scene, many felt they must change the way their men did things once they went back home. 

As they say: better late than sorry. 

Timothy squinted his eyes at the group dangerously. 

"Remember, here we are just ordinary people. They must not know we have powerful positions lest they go easy on us."

"_" [Baymardian Trainers who had no plans of doing so]

Are you thinking too much here?

They tortured Royals like Penelope's father Carmelo and many others. So why would they go easy on them

Please!

(~>_>)

Everyone nodded, agreeing to keep their identity secret.

The diversity in the place was also amazing. It was refreshing to see people of different skin tones walk together, with some being long-time buddies.

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Getting off the vehicle, everyone saw a burly powerful man in a black uniform and a green hat standing firm. 

Thanks to the weather forecast, they knew today wasn't going to be a rainy one.

At the front of the main building, they, including newly brought soldiers from other empires, were gathered.

"Fall in line!"

Fall in line? What does that mean? 

They didn't fully understand but were surprised by how fast their legs reacted, especially after seeing others move. 

"Listen up!" The officer barked with a tone that was not to be questioned. 

His aura was menacing and his eyes too cold, as though it held the portal into a dark abyss. 

Even Timothy felt this guy was not to be trifled with. 

The giants were indeed an impressive bunch to stare at, as they were far taller than the rest. But so what?

Here, don't think you'll be getting any special treatment just because you are unique. 

There were several warrant officers also standing beside the lead soldier. They too showed no expression. 

"I don't care where you're from, what you did for a living or who your daddy is! In here, I am the law; I will be your new God! When I say move, you move! When I say jump, the only question I want from your smart mouths is how high you should jump!"

Timothy didn't want to admit it, but his heart skipped a beat when the soldier's gaze brushed over him.

This fact also shocked him, since he, a fierce monarch in his own right, wasn't so tense by single opponents very easily.

Timothy had the illusion he could see a fierce beast projected behind the commanding officer.

It was so big it made a giant like himself feel shrunken in size.

Maybe it was everyone's illusion, but they suddenly felt like toys staring up at a towering human, even though they, giants, were far taller.

'This guy isn't easy.' Many of them thought, not daring to get out of line just yet. 

Sure enough, there was truth in what they said since Landon had specially requested One of the top 15 training officers in the Barrack's history. 

He was so famous that many didn't even know his real name, only knowing the nightmarish names the soldiers called him by. 

He was Major Mathew Johnson... A.K.A, the Devil.