In Northern Region.

Within a secret underground prison.

The prison sits hidden hundreds of meters beneath the earth's surface, encased by steel that was specially designed and built to be hundreds of meters thick, making escape impossible.

The high security level was due to the fact that the prison held some of most violent and evil criminals from around the world. They possessed extensive destructive power, each of them could be considered a human war machine.

However, within a hall spanning several hundred square meters, hundreds of lawless offenders knelt fearfully on the ground, looking towards the throne at the center of the hall.

Kneeling below the throne was the world's demon, Hale, the king of the prison!

Three years ago, nine nations sent 300 top martial artists to capture Hale. If not for one person taking action, the remaining hundred injured martial artists would have also lost their lives in the desert.

At this moment, King of Demons Hale was kneeling next to a young Oriental man, earnestly massaging his feet with a broad smile on his face, startling everyone present.

The young man sitting on the throne slightly furrowed his brows and said coldly, "Haven't you eaten?"

"Perhaps we need some replacement."

Just as his words hit the air, a crisp slap rang out, immediately leaving a red mark on the face!

Following that, his hands gently applied pressure, and charitable appearances surfaced on his face, as if he didn't realize what just happened.

"God of War, sir, is this pressure ok?"

"Mm, not bad."

In between the young man's nods, his eyes narrowed a bit, capturing a twitch at the corner of Hale's mouth.

"Speak, what do you want to say?"

"God of War, princesses of various kingdoms and ladies from Europe and America are willing to devote themselves to me. Each of them has a curvaceous body and the wealth of a country."

"Do you want me to introduce you to a few of them?"

The young man sneered coldly and kicked Hale away, sending him tens of meters away.

"I am a married man!"

"And, you expect me to take your leftovers?"

Like a mangy dog, Hale crawled back over and cried, "God of War! I swear, those women are all pure as jade, I haven't laid a finger on them!"

"I'm just worried that you're overcome with loneliness, and I wanted to help you alleviate it."

"Shut up!"

"Or else, when you leave the prison, I'll make sure you leave as a mute!" he coldly stated, a sharp look in his eyes.

The surrounding demons all fall silent, fearing they've caught attention.

Hale was even more terrified, his face pale as he knelt on the ground, not daring to make a sound.

At this moment.

The thick steel door of the hall slowly opened, and the warden walked in.

"Your Highness, the God of War."

"Today is the day of your release from prison."

"All the guards are outside, awaiting your exit."

After the prison warden finished saying these words, he immediately performed a perfect bow of ninety degrees.

Feeling anxious as he waited for a response, if the other party got angry, he would be in big trouble.

Although he did not know the specific identity of Percival Holt, it was definitely terrifying!

No one has ever walked into the Demon Prison alive and could walk out alive since its establishment.

And Percival was the first one in Demon Prison to achieve this miracle!

Moreover, he could come and go as he pleased, just like it was his own home.

Percival stood up, giving a faint smile.

"There's no need for a farewell."

"See you when the time comes."

Percival came to this prison mainly to heal his injuries. Now, all the underground fire veins in the prison had been absorbed, and the chill poison in his body had completely disappeared. This time when he goes out, it is to seek revenge against those people.

A strong killing intent enveloped the entire hall, with everyone holding their breath tightly.

"Your order is my command!"

The prison warden respectfully said, "Everything will be arranged according to the God of War."

Receiving words of gratitude from the other party, the prison warden felt a sense of being taken care of, his body trembling due to the rush of excitement.

"God of War, we bid you farewell!"

No sooner had the prison warden's voice sounded, than hundreds of demons kneeled down in unison, gazing at the figure departing through the doorway and shouting loudly.

Percival was originally an orphan.

By coincidence, he was adopted by the Gloria General, Elbert Holt.

Afterwards, he lived along the northwestern border, growing up amongst soldiers, entering the military at the age of ten, and officially enlisting at fifteen.

He had been fighting bravely on the battlegrounds for many years, establishing countless military merits.

At the tender age of twenty, he was made a Nina-Star General, unifying a million strong northwestern troops.

However, in that same year, his adoptive father, Elbert, was tricked and killed by the enemy.

In his rage, Percival led a million-strong army to sprint a thousand miles, slaying ten enemy generals.

He gained fame with this battle, recapturing eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers.

After the huge battle, he collapsed due to exhaustion.

He was then betrayed by his own disloyal subordinate, who took advantage of his unconscious state to make a deadly move.

Percival ended up poisoned, descending into a semi-comatose state, his legs becoming completely paralyzed.

He was also thrown into the Demon Prison, where they believed that under such circumstances, Percival would never be able to escape for the rest of his life, and would no longer pose any interference to them.

No one could have ever dreamed that Percival would have unified the Demon Prison!

Upon returning to the city, Percival turned his gaze to the place in front of him.

"Is this the Morton family?"

Percival muttered under his breath.

Morton family of Cassio City were the descendants of a military family.

The patriarch of the Morton family, Tyler Morton, was a legendary war-hero, who greatly contributed to the country.

Back in the day, seeing Percival's strength, Tyler pleaded many times to Percival's adoptive father for a marriage union between Percival and his granddaughter Lizzie Morton.

Knowing how astute Tyler's judgement was, the Morton family members were uncertain about Percival's position in the army, but they were sure that whoever Tyler picked wouldn't be bad.

Therefore, it was a time of peace and prosperity for them.

Unexpectedly though, Percival became somewhat of a simpleton after his retirement, gradually losing his senses and even his capability to take care of himself.

The Morton family had hoped that through associating with Percival, their status among the elites of Cassio City would be elevated by a notch or two.

Now, their well-laid plans were all for naught, expectation turned to despair. One could imagine how deep their resentment and frustration were.

Fortunately, Percival was later sent to prison, out of sight, out of mind.

After Tyler died on the battlefield, the succeeding generation of the Morton family were poor at business and naturally declined to become a third-rate family.

Consequently, the faces of the Morton family members turned even more sullen.

So back then, their treatment towards Percival was always filled with humiliation; they never showed him any kindness.

When his wife, Lizzie, was absent, Percival held a lower status in his family than a servant.

Even the maid dared to insult him for his physical defect.

Lizzie was the only one among her clan, who treated Percival quite well.

"Now, I have healed and returning to the Morton family. If the Morton family wants to make amends, I will help them reclaim their status as a top-tier wealthy family."

"If the Morton family stubbornly continues their wrong course, then I shall severe all my ties with them, ending all mutual affection and gratitude."

A fierce dragon, reawakening.

Great kindness ought to be repaid.

Great revenge should be avenged!!

In the eyes of others, his adoptive father has passed away, his former subordinates have even betrayed him.

"No, I haven't lost everything."

"The private soldier of the Nina-Star General."

Percival swept his eyes around, picked up his mobile phone, and dialed a contact number.

What he urgently needs to know now is the current situation in the world.

"Hello."

The voice on the other end of the line was heavy and resolute, giving off a sense of pressure just from hearing it.

"It's me."

Percival spoke with a slight nostalgia.

The man on the other end of the line, named Stephan Morris, was his guard leader.

A man of great loyalty.

"Bang!"

A loud noise suddenly erupted from the other end of the line.

"You say... you are?"

There seemed to be a tremor in Stephan's voice.

"Percival."

The other end of the phone fell into silence for more than ten seconds.

"Do you still have the qualification to call me?"

"A fool, a cripple, dare to call this commander? Get lost!!"

Stephan's voice sounded incredibly furious.

After a hearty scolding, Stephan hung up the phone with a click.

Percival's eyes were filled with confusion as he slowly put down his phone, his face somewhat pale.

He had been played by his trusted subordinates, landing him in such a predicament.

And then there was Stephan, the leader of his most trusted bodyguards, treating him so casually.

It was as if he was alone in the world.

"Well... when a person leaves, the tea goes cold," said Percival, holding his cell phone, a hint of self-mockery rising at the corners of his mouth.

...

At that moment,

Far away in the military camp in the northwest. A burly man, his eyes red, put down his cell phone, his whole body shaking with excitement.

No one could fail to see that he was trying to suppress his emotions.

"Thud!"

The man knelt on the ground, gritting his teeth, tears streaming down his face.