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If Everett was in pique performance, perhaps he would struggle against Everett since the man had more experience than him.

After all, strength wasn't everything. Giants were naturally born with bigger strengths than others.

They might only use a battle because of experience or lack of skills. However, if it came to raw strength, no nation could compare. 

Artemis smashed his fists together hard. 

So what if he was fighting against a weakened Everett? 

Artemis's eyes grew murderous. 

No mercy. 

His fist swung with all his might, causing one of Everett's teeth to fly out.

Bam!

Pouf~

Everett spat a mouthful of blood, furious at the notion of these little nobodies fading to touch him. Since when has someone ever laid their fingers on him in this way? 

"You bastard! How dare you-"

Bam!

"You motherf**king--"

Bam!

"Adonis will hear of your--"

Bam!

"Wait! Stop, I say!"

Ban!

"You fool!"

Bam!

"You ingrate!"

Bam! 

"You-you-you-"

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Blow after blow, Artemis Unleashed his wrath. 

F***!

The man's face was completely covered in blood. His teeth were painted and even his hair was coated with a thick layer. In fact, if not for his pale opened eyes and constant cursing, they would think he was dead.

It was so gruesome that many couldn't help lightning candles for Everett in their hearts. 

Hey... 

They also pitied him because, after Artemis, there was still a long line of people wanting to beat him up.

Don't you see how Payne and the others are also smashing their fists together? 

"Hey! No cutting the line! After his highness, it will be my turn!"

"The hell it is, not! We are far older than you and have known his highness the longest. So it should be us!"

"Screw you all! What does age have to do with this?"

"Blah, blah, blah blah, blah."

[Baymardians watching]: (▪_▪+)

Lucius coughed awkwardly, stepping closer to Artemis who seemed to be in his own world.

"Enough, your highness! If you continue, you will kill him!"

Lucius held his fists, waking Artemis from his stupor. 

Artemis thinned his lips but complied. "Yes, Uncle Lucius."

Well, not everyone could deserve to be called Uncle by him. But after fighting side by side with Lucius, drinking with him and spending ample time together, he truly respected the old man 

Lucius's stories of his days in Arcadina were also interesting.

But it's undoubtedly his time in Baymard that has made the man so happy. 

Well, apart from the excessive times Lucius showed him pictures of his daughter, Artenis found Lucius was a really humble guy who didn't care about his identity.

He laughed, joked, and lashed out at Artemis when need be. 

Artemis was a little envious of how Landon and Lucius were as father and son. He could never be so open with his father. 

Dare to call his majesty 'old man?' Are you crazy? 

Artemis wasn't sure he dared. But after seeing these Baymarfians, he wanted to give it a try with his old man too. 

Which child does not yearn for more than a fraction of their parents? ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ Novᴇ(l)Fɪre.net

As a royal child, they were prohibited from showing too much affection. Growing up, this was also to keep him safe because if his majesty showed him too much care, countless enemies would always plan for his kidnap or assassination.

When they come of age, most can show more affection since they could already protect themselves by having various factions and people under them. 

But after growing up in such a manner, they don't know how to act affectionately anymore.

"Nephew...you must calm your fury and await your father's orders," Lucius advised like a wise sage, which almost made Landon's laugh escape his lips.

Old man, who are you fooling? loudly. 

Well, seeing Artemis's eyes of awe whenever he looked at Lucius, Landom could only swallow his words. "As for you all lining up. We haven't finished our mission yet!"

Ah-

Payne and the others smiled awkwardly, seeing 

Lucius's reprimanding eyes. 

"Yes! Yes! King-Father Lucius is right! We have to get the good news to those in the city!"

"You think?" One of the calmer Giants grabbed Payne and placed it under his armpit, running his hair playfully. 

If he was one of those in the city watching, he would be panicking right about now wondering, what the hell just happened on the battlefield. 

They wouldn't know whether to face off against an even stronger opponent or prepare to welcome a potential ally. 

Alright. 

Landon clasped his hands hard. "Round up all survivors! And clean up the battlefield!"

"Yes!" Everyone answered, no longer acting playful. 

This was business time. 

They scattered through the tents that haven't been completely burnt off, collecting any useful information they could find.

All dead bodies would also have to be searched. Shields and armor must be collected, horses gathered, money collected, and dead bodies out in a pit to be burnt. 

Here is the pit from? Of course, from the many deep holes caused by the grenades and bombs launched. 

All Ballistas must also be tied in batches to the tanks that would pull them into the city. 

Don't look down on these spoils of war. 

These Adonis people had beautiful chariots and all sorts of good quality goods that Soma would love to receive... especially the Ballista. As for the money and other items here, they could have it all. The only things they wanted were the Adonis documents or useful information they could find. 

Without a fight, they were willing to share this information with Soma. But he must see it first hand and get those in Alcatraz to photocopy them since any information of this sort must be shared by all UN nations.

To fight the common enemy, they must know its strengths and weaknesses. 

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Tock-Tock. Tick-Tock. 

The clock ticked for what seemed like an eternity to those within the city walls. But for those in the enemy camp, only an hour and 42 minutes had gone by since they ended things. 

3:37 P.M. 

All enemy survivors were gathered, though most were injured and attended to by the Baymardian doctors and nurses. Those who weren't heavily injured were cuffed and boarded into a prison wagon, which was slightly different from the regular police wagons. These ones were sturdier and more intimidating looking.

Landon tapped Artemis on the shoulder. "Bro, you'll be riding with me. Let's go already. I'm so hungry that I can eat a cow. I just hope your father has something good to offer for my belly."

Saying he was hungry was an understatement.