Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO
Chapter 2385; When the Old Godfather Steps In
Fighting had erupted across every corner of Solaris Island.
Quintus, who had infiltrated Mysticwood’s ranks, managed to land on Graypine Island with a force of 300,000 soldiers.
Gautier handled the logistics. Fighters were loaded into helicopters headed for undisclosed locations while the rest advanced toward the island by land. Quintus’ focus locked onto the runway. He spotted Mackenzie being escorted into a chopper alongside. Blackshoot Princess. Just as he readied himself to sprint for the aircraft, someone stepped into his path.
“Who are you?”
“You don’t look like one of ours.”
Since Pol and Adelina were already gone, Mackenzie was protected by ten Mysticwood elders. Their orders were clear, get Mackenzie to Solaris Island at all costs. Word was, once the Saintess stepped onto that island, the Holly Fire organization’s final plan would begin.
The timing couldn’t have been worse for Quintus to get noticed.
“I’m with you.” He blurted out, forcing a grin as the elders slowly closed in around him.
The lead elder spoke with quiet threat, “Name and rank. We have full records. If you’re lying, you’ll regret it fast.”
There wasn’t much space to run, not with ten elite fighters closing in.
Quintus hesitated for a second too long. He mused, Yeah, the big guys – Great Saint King. Great Saintess, the other top fighters, they’re not here right now. It doesn’t matter. My cover blown, and I’m completely on my own.
Let’s be real – facing Blackshoot Princes alone would already be a stretch. Throw in ten elders? I wouldn’t last a second.
The lead elder’s hand lifted in warning. “Last Chance.”
Quintus’ heart thumped as he shouted. “I’m Quintus Lenior! I serve as a Holy Guardian!”
He didn’t’ wait for their response. His goal was clear, to get to Mackenzie, even if it cost him everything.
“Take him out!” the lead elder barked.
The others closed in fast. Two struck first, crashing into Quintus before he even had a chance to make a move.
At the top of the ramp, Mackenzie turned at the sound of his voice.
He shouted, “Mackenzie! It’s me! I came back for you! I’ll get you out of here!”
Her gaze met his. For a moment, it looked like something clicked, then faded.
There was no recognition in her eyes. His heart sank. She didn’t remember him.
Quintus called out again, desperate. “Mackenzie!”
He tried to push through the ring of elders again, but they dropped him fast.
Up on the ramp, Blackshoot Princess looked down at him with a faint smirk. It wasn’t gloating, just quiet disdain. Her eyes shifted toward Mackenzie for a second unreadable.
“I’m ending this now.” The lead elder raised a strange weapon, aiming it at Quintus.
Before he could fire, a dark flash streaked across the air. A black spear knocked the weapon aside.
Gasps rippled through them. Quintus looked up, stunned. “Dragonicus?”
He hadn’t expected to see him here, definitely not now.
Dragonicus stepped into view, his spear still humming with energy. “Seriously? This is the mess you get yourself into? Looks like Mackenzie’s gonna need me watching her back.”
Quintus climbed to his feet, brushing himself off. “Don’t act like you’re here out of kindness. I’m the one carrying the Holy Guardian title, not you.”
Before long, they charged together, forcing the elders into a defensive retreat.
Dragonicus lunged for the helicopter just as Mackenzie was being secured. He nearly reached her.
Blackshoot Princess turned and met him midair.
Her kick landed squarely against his block, sending him skidding back.
“F*ck… that was strong.” Dragonicus caught his balance, planting his black spear for support. He wasn’t injured, through he’d clearly lost that exchange in raw power.
She didn’t follow up. Just stood at the ramp and tossed out a casual insult. “Waste of effort.” The helicopter lifted off slwolly.
Both men moved to charge again but were cut off as the elders and elite Holy Fire troops regrouped and formed a wall of bodies.
There was no way through.
Just as hope began to slip, a low voice cut through the chaos. “Young men, they’re using the Saintess as a vessel to draw power from the Sun Stones. Go Stop them. I’ll handle this.”
Quintus turned and stared. “Old godfather?”
Dragonicus had no idea who the old man was, or the girl standing quietly behind him, but the energy coming off him was unmistakable.
There was something ancient about it. Something dangerous.
“Go, now!” the old man shouted, his eyes widening as he raised his hand deliberately.
Then, it hit.
A whirlwind of raw energy burst from him, wide enough to sweep the courtyard. Soldiers flew like leaves caught in a storm. Even the sky seemed to shake.
Quintus stood frozen. Dragonicus did, too.
Even Blackshoot Princes looked rattled from the air. She’d witnessed power before, fighters like Pol and Adelina, but this old man? He was In a league of his own.
“Go now!” a women shouted, it was Susie. She moved up beside the old godfather and tossed a scroll to Quintus, babbling, “Give this to Emmanuel, and if you run into Yosef… try not to kill him.”
The two fighters didn’t waste another second. With a quick nod, they sprang into action.
Dragonicus leaped first, grabbing the landing skid of the rising helicopter.
Quintus jumped right after, catching hold of his leg and clinging tight.
The chopper carried them both into the sky, trailing behind Mackenzie toward Solaris Island.
Meanwhile, the old godfather sagged slightly on the ground, coughing into his hand.
Susie rushed to his side, steadying him as she wiped the sweat from his brow. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. The body’s worn out. That’s all. If Lucian were here, he could’ve handled that God of Light without breaking a sweat,” he replied with a tired smile.
Susie felt a chill when she heard that name. She had never met Lucian but had grown up hearing the stories. He was the old man’s prized disciple, the only one who’d ever matched his strength.
The old godfather gazed out at the horizon. “It’s in Emmanuel’s hands now.”
In the distant land of Zovince, Ethan stood at a tower window, staring toward Solaris Island.
Tension hung in the air. The world teetered on the edge. War could break out at any moment between Chanaea and the Eagle Nation. Whether Emmanuel succeeded or failed would decide everything.
Meanwhile, deep inside Solaris Island. Emmanuel had reached the final base wall with his squad. No sooner had they arrived than they were hit with an ambush, just like the other teams.
Only this time, something felt different.
The enemy soldiers weren’t like the others. They wore full body tactical armor, sleek, modern, military grade. Regular weapons didn’t leave a scratch.
Sage gritted his teeth as they fell back. “Emmanuel, our weapons aren’t doing a thing! What’s the plan now?”
Emmanuel stared straight ahead, fists clenched. He responded. “They’re from the Airspace Group. We’re not backing down until they’re all on the ground.”
Without another word, he launched himself into the fray.
The Dragon-Breaking Plam tore through the line, sending armored enemies flying like ragdolls.
Sage stared, barely believing what he was seeing. A faint, tired smile tugged at his lips. Emmanuel can tea through them like this… we can’t.
Just then, Emmanuel shouted. “Don’t fall back! Grab their gear and use it. “We’re not weaker than they are, so start fighting like it!”
That was all it took.
The squad rallied and pushed forward.
Emmanuel’s strikes picked up speed, each one faster, cleaner, more precise. It was like something deep inside him had suddenly kicked in.
The tide of the battle shifted as the squad rallied behind his momentum.
He didn’t realize it right away. The fight just… felt right. Every move came quickly, like muscle memory he didn’t know he had.
Deep inside, the Heart of the Sun he carried had activated on his own, feeding him surge of endless energy.