His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0607 An ancient general's tomb, there, beneath the Ninth District? "Got it!" With a sharp glint in his eye, Alexander ended the call and wasted no time heading to the Ninth District.

The tomb itself was not the prize—it was the jade amulet within. That jade would make his third, and if it held the same spiritual energy of heaven and earth as the others, it could be the key to unlocking the Lord of War realm for him.

A realm above the Lord of War! Such a realm was the stuff of legends, a transcendent state his mother's old tomes spoke of in hushed tones.

At Wafford Mining's Ninth District, Darius Labar led a brigade of more than one hundred and fifty miners. They were decked out in gearPlease check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

from head to toe—helmets, ropes, shovels, and even emergency medical kits. They stood at the mine's entrance, their faces etched with worry.

With a whoosh, the Duke of War, known as Green Dragon, burst forth from the mine's depths. Sweat-soaked and wrapped in an inner power, he took several heaving breaths, his face finally regaining some color.

The ancient general's tomb was a labyrinth of : deadly ingenuity! As the head of the Temple of War's four Dukes of War, his strength had long surpassed the peak level of Martial Power, yet the tomb's defenses were a nightmare. Even with the aid of Alexander's two jade amulets, navigating the tomb was a Herculean task.

The thought alone was chilling: an ancient tomb buried over fifteen hundred meters beneath the earth, its air thick with decay and laced with a mysterious gas so sinister that even the Green Dragon, Duke of War's, alloy armor could barely endure.

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"Time to head down!" Darius, along with a throng of miners, couldn't wait to dive in, patting their oxygen tanks with a confident grin. "We've been living and breathing the mines of Nine District for years. Digging in our blood! "It's just an old tomb. With these oxygen tanks, we could hang out down there forever! Mister Kane and Miss Chesire have done so much for us. If he needs that jade amulet, we'll get it for him, no matter the risk!" The Green Dragon, Duke of War, wiped the sweat from his brow and chuckled. "You guys..." He was cut off mid-sentence.

"Green Dragon!" At the mine's entrance, Alexander arrived like a bolt from the blue, soaring through the night.

He acknowledged Darius and the crew with a nod, then beckoned with an outstretched hand, "Come!" The Green Dragon, Duke of War, did not

hesitate. He reached into his chest pocket, retrieved two jade amulets, and handed them to Alexander with all due respect.

"Nobody goes down without my say-so," Alexander commanded, then peered into the mine's abyss and leapt with a graceful bound.

Whoosh! He plummeted down in a free fall.

They were already deep in the mine's belly, where the shaft plunged another two hundred meters to the ancient general's burial chamber, The Green Dragon, Duke of War, had carved a straight path to the chamber's entrance.

However, the true peril lay within.

‘No trap in the world can hold me back." In a mere moment, Alexander touched down with the grace of a feather, his body's inner power forming a seamless shield that repelled the tomb's ancient, corrupting air. He followed the dusty footprints to the tomb's entrance, where a massive cyan boulder stood guard. A

smirk played at the corner of his mouth.

The Dragon-Blocking Stone.

In the olden days of Wyverna, the elite and the powerful sealed their tombs with such colossal stones, weighing as much as a small mountain. Their purpose was twofold: to keep the air out, preserving the corpse within, and to trap the souls of the entombed workers, ensuring they would never see the light of day again.

Clearly, the general who lay there was no saint, he would not have condemned innocent souls otherwise.

"Break!" Alexander commanded, sinking into a stance as the inner power in his palm roiled like a stormy sea. He unleashed his power with.a thunderous palm strike against The Dragon-Blocking Stone.

The impact sent shards flying as the cyan monolith, its material unknown, cracked and crumbled under the force. Fragments, heavy as boulders, burst forth, leaving the passage in ruins.

With a deep exhale, Alexander stepped back, his chest rising as he expelled a powerful breath, clearing the air of dust and debris. His eyes, sharp and focused, pierced the darkness of the tomb chamber.

What he saw was horror.

Skeletons, hundreds of them, lay in a macabre heap, their garments long since rotted away— innocent lives spent for one man's vanity. At : the heart of the chamber, atop a stone dais of the same cyan hue, the general's coffin was a picture of decay. Burial treasures lay forgotten, coated in the dust of ages, alongside a suit of ancient, rust-streaked armor and a bronze spear, the once-mighty weapons of the tomb's master.

‘The.miners must have been digging too greedily, destabilizing the ancient tomb's structure. Given enough time, the chamber's contents were bound to crumble and fade away." Alexander paused, a moment of silence hanging in the air, before he stepped forward.

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He carefully navigated around the scattered bones of the tomb's guardians, making his way to the coffin of the tomb's master. He I peered inside.

A wooden chest! The master's bones lay in repose, eerily well- preserved within the coffin, hands folded over the chest, clutching a pitch-black chest. The.

wood, its origin a mystery, had miraculously resisted the ravages of time. : "I feel it!" Alexander's gaze locked onto the chest.

Despite his usual calm, his heart raced with anticipation.

In his embrace, two jade amulets stirred to life, their intricate patterns lighting up as if greeting an old friend from afar, resonating with something inside the chest.

If his hunch was right, the third jade amulet, kin to the others, was nestled within that chest!