Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO; Chapter 2332

Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO

Chapter 2332; The Four Saints Come Together!

The screams of the enemy echoed from both the front and back of Congress, blending into a tragic symphony.

Perched atop the roof of the grand building, a women in white plucked the strings of her lute, her lips curling into an enchanting smile as she gazed down at the battlefield.

Not far from Congress, on the rooftop of another building, Rosa stood behind Isabella, watching in awe. She spoke with genuine admiration, “Master, the Music Saint truly lives up to his name. The power to her song’s buff is incredible!”

Isabella smiled softly, saying nothing. Yet deep inside, she couldn’t help but sigh. Though she was well known to public, her strength had always been the weakest among the Seven Saints. But that no longer mattered. Now that the Four Saints had returned to stand with Artemis, the future held endless possibilities. If they could fight side by side, it would be a glorious thing indeed.

“Master, will you still support the Holy Trinity?” Rosa, her most trusted disciple, knew her well. She probed carefully, wary of the answer.

“What Holy Trinity?” Isabella let out a soft sigh. “The Redback Assassins were wiped out long ago, and the Five Poison Sect has been completely eradicated. From now on, there is no more Holy Trinity, only the Two Saints and the Four Saints.”

Rosa trembled slightly before breaking into a bright smile. “That’s wonderful! That means, we’re on the same side as Emmanuel now, huh?”

Isabella’s lips curled slightly, but she said nothing. Instead, she sat down beside Liora, and together, they played a duet.

The civil war within Congress had flared up quickly and ended even faster.

Ezra had initially planned to make a grand entrance, believing himself to be the ultimate player in this game. But when he saw the Four Saints standing together, his face paled, and a rare bead of cold sweat rolled down his back.

It was over.

This plan had completely, utterly failed.

He had been defeated, so thoroughly that he could no longer afford to show himself in public. His only choice was to go into hiding and start plotting anew.

Even for a man as shrewd as him, losing two or three decades of careful planning in an instant was enough to leave anyone despairing…

“Commander! Good news! Mr. Hale has won the election!”

A soldier rushed forward, breathless, reporting both the election results and the recent events at Congress.

Emmanuel was drenched in blood.

For two days and two nights, he had fought relentlessly. What had started as a battle of firearms had gradually developed into brutal close combat. He was exhausted to the bone.

He had long lost count of how many enemies he had slain.

Only upon hearing the news did he finally allow himself to smile. He threw back his head and let out a heavy laugh.

“Justice prevails, and tyranny is doomed to fail! The order of Chanaea should be decided by its people! Anyone who tries to impose their will upon the nation is destined for defeat! Hahahaha!”

His laughter echoed across the battlefield, carrying over to the opposing army.

Near the enemy lines, a subordinate hurried to Salem’s side, whispering anxiously, “Great Master, we must retreat! Ezra’s civil war play has failed! If we don’t leave now, reinforcements from Tocvale and Northern Region will arrive!”

Salem stood amidst the battlefield’s wreckage like a soulless husk. His tired, sunken eyes stared at the devastation before him, filled with unwillingness.

Decades of work… all for nothing.

Defeated – by one man.

How could he accept such a fate?

“No! I will not retreat! Even if I die, I will not retreat! Kill them!”

He drew his sword, ready to fight Emmanuel himself in one final, desperate clash. But before he could charge, a deafening roar erupted from the outskirts of the battlefield.

“Wolf Warrior Commander, the Northern Region brothers have arrived!”

Leading the charge was a convoy of war vehicles, as the forefront of which stood Gavin Wells, a 4-Star Battle General of the Northern Region.

The moment the Summertons’ Army saw this, panic set in. Realizing the battle was lost, they threw down their weapons and fled in all directions.

“Don’t run! No! Come back! Don’t leave me!” Salem shouted desperately, but the more he screamed, the faster his soldiers fled.

Defeat had come like a collapsing mountain.

Overwhelmed by rage and despair, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, clutching his chest as he fell to the ground. Eyes wide open, he died with regret.

A lifetime of scheming, and in the end… all for nothing.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just as the arrival of the Northern Region reinforcements secured the victory, another massive army of 100 thousand troops reached the outskirts of Zovince.

The War God of Tocvale, Dragonicus, had arrived.

Standing atop his war chariot, he surveyed the battlefield with an air of dominance. His gaze fell upon Emmanuel, and he smirked with obvious disdain. “So, you are the Northern Region War God, Emmanuel Lowe? Why do you look so battered and miserable?”

Sage and Eve immediately bristled at his words, wanting to lash out.

Do you not see how many enemies the commander had slain?! How dare you speak with such arrogance!

But Emmanuel paid him no mind. His attention was fixed on something behind him.

“Emmanuel!”

In the next instant, Mackenzie leaped from a carriage and run toward him without hesitation.

Dragonicus’ once-proud expression darkened slightly as he watched her rush straight into Emmanuel’s arms.

“Mackenzie! I’m sorry!” Emmanuel pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her against his chest. “I should never have left you behind to face danger. Thank God… you’ve come back to me.”

“Mm!” Mackenzie nodded, her eyes glistering with emotion.

The sight of their reunion brought a wave of relief to those around them. Sage, Eve, and the other smiled warmly. What use was it for their commander to protect Chanaea if he couldn’t even protect his own family?

“Thank God?” Dragonicus’ voice cut through the moment. “Shouldn’t the person you’re thanking the most be me?”

Emmanuel looked up, his eyes meeting the imposing war general standing atop his chariot.

“Emmanuel, after I was taken to Middlesouth by the Great Saint King, it was Quintus and Commander Sheffield-Grey who brought me back to Zovince,’ Mackenzie explained.

“Many thanks.”

Emmanuel clasped his hands together in gratitude toward Dragonicus. But Dragonicus was clearly dissatisfied with such a simple acknowledgment. No-the truth was, no matter what Emmanuel said, he would never be pleased.

His gaze lingered on Mackenzie. He hadn’t expected that the little girl from years ago would grow into such an elegant and poised women, and had even married.

“Commander Sheffield-Grey, the enemy leader has been captured. He still clings to life. What are your orders?”

At that moment, Elric Bancroft, Dragonicus’ lieutenant, stepped forward with a report.

Sage and Eve tensed.

The Wolf Warriors had fought tooth and nail to hold back the Summertons Army, ensuring Zovince’s survival. They couldn’t believe that now that victory had been secured, the Tocvale forces wanted to take all the credit.

Dragonicus had no intention of sharing the glory. He gave a simple firm command. “Detain him. Once we enter the capital, we will present him to the new president for judgement.”

“Yes, sir!”

Elric immediately carried out the order.

Not only that, but the Tocvale army swiftly took control of the battlefield, collecting the bodies of the fallen and securing the captured Summerton soldiers as their prisoners.

On the other hand, Gavin, the Northern Region’s 4 Star Battle General, make no move. He understood well that this victory belonged to Emmanuel.

“Commander, we can’t let Tocvale claim all the credit!” Even stepped closer to Emmanuel, urgency in her voice. “If we let them handle everything, the main victory will belong to them!”

Emmanuel was well aware of this. But seeing that Dragonicus had no intentions of backing down, he finally spoke up, “Commander Sheffield-Grey, you can take whatever you want. Consider it repayment for bringing Mackenzie back to me.”

Dragonicus responded with nothing but a knowing smile. He turned without another word and waved his hand. “Move out! Into the capital!”

With that, the 100 thousand-strong Tocvale army marched triumphantly into Chanaea’s capital.

Sage and Eve watched Dragonicus’ departing figure, their hearts heavy with unease.

“Boss… there’s an old saying in Chanaea. “It’s easy to invite a god, but hard to send him away. Do you think Dragonicus…”

Sage trailed off, unable to finish his sentence, but Emmanuel and Mackenzie knew where he was going with it.

“He shouldn’t be a problem.”

Emmanuel remained silent, but Mackenzie spoke up, her voice steady. She still trusted her instincts.

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