Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Michael watched as his children clenched their fists with bloodshot eyes. Then his gaze stops at his right-hand man, Dracon, and the other three commanders for a second.

"Draco, you will be the one that will command them and execute my orders. The mission this time is to attack the fifth district and sixth district. Kill all the nobles. As for the royal family members, eradicate them if any of you encounter one in sight. Surely, the three regiments would arrive quickly, so you have to be fast. Then, once, the members of three regiments arrived. The three commanders will hold back the three Tier 6 captains."

Draco nodded. He had to exceed their father's expectations!

"Yes, father. Kururogi will fight David, the captain of Scout. Melves will fight the captain of Guards and Gringo would fight the captain of Constables. As for me..." Drago's eyes flashed as he thought of the second strongest in the kingdom. A hint of dread appeared on his pupils. "I'll hold back Barbatos, the general of the army."

Barbatos, his old rival. Like him, Barbatos was the only Tier 5 in the kingdom. Only one realm below the king himself. Yes, the king was a Tier 4 Destiny. That's why he's the strongest. Only their father had what it takes to fight the king.

In reality, Barbatos, the current general of the army, known as the Asura of War, was his childhood best friend. However, fate separated them as turned into adults. They parted ways... Both with different dreams and aspirations. Unfortunately, they would never expect that they would stand on the opposite side as enemies.

Draco lamented. 'That bastard is too stubborn. If he's just willing to become one of us. There's no need to fight. Conquering the city would be easier at that time as long as Father was able to kill the king.'

Although he doesn't know who would win between the King and his father. He has absolute belief in their father. As a long-lived species, vampires had an inherent advantage against enemies of the same realm. After all, they lived long enough, which allowed them to practice numerous skills and methods for as long as they lived.

Take him as an example. He practiced the sword for as long as nine hundred years. Although he doesn't have talent in the way of the sword. The nine hundred years of practice still allowed him to step on the Swordmaster realm! It is estimated that he only needs another two hundred years to become a Sword King. For him, three hundred years isn't that long. It was just how long months to humans. As a long-lived creature, his perception had long changed.

As he thought of this, he couldn't help but shudder when he thought of their father's unknown age. Just how many means had their father cultivated? He was certain of one thing, their father's realm in the way of the sword had long surpassed the Sword King's realm!

Even with such strength, it was still uncertain if their father could defeat the king, who was known as the strongest man. The king of the City of Phenos was a legendary man. His path to hegemony caused a river of blood. He's not a natural-born king, but a made one.

The king was the eighth prince out of the ten sons and eight princesses of the previous king. It was well known that the first prince, second prince, and third prince were the only ones who were qualified to fight for the crown while the rest of the princes accepted their fate.

In the end, the second prince defeated the first prince and the third prince in the competition. In terms of talent; politics, economy, combat, literature, etc... He beat them.

Unfortunately for the second prince, the eight princes had challenged him before he was proclaimed as the crown prince and successfully killed him earning the throne! The eighth prince was a ruthless and charismatic individual who soon after made changes after changes to the kingdom's structure and system after ascending to the throne. It was paved with blood. He wasn't talented. But all the resources of the kingdom were at his beck and call. His promotion had skyrocketed, bringing him to his current realm.

Why does he know this? It was their father who told him about the real history of the Emberlund Kingdom and the origin of the important people, including the king. No one knows the history of the City better than their father...

"Good..." Michael simply nodded without an expression on his face. He could pinch the General of the Army to do death if he wanted to. Suddenly, a faint smile appeared on his face. Why would he do that? The general of the army, no matter how strong, was just a pawn in his chess board. He has his role to perform, no matter enemy or ally... "Celine, give me a glass of blood."

The woman on Michal's side nodded quietly. Her voluptuous body and hips swayed she walked away.

A minute later, Michael raised the clear glass, which contained high-quality, fresh blood, and took a sip. "I, Michael V. Shukihime, commands you...Blood war commence!"

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In one of the wooden houses. Caleb stared at the sun high in the sky with a hint of contemplation. "Why do I feel that something bad is about to happen? I haven't felt this kind of feeling for so long. Why now?"

Caleb's eyelids twitched three times. Since he woke up early in the morning. He felt uneasy and his eyelids kept twitching due to the blaring of danger sense. His high spiritual senses didn't help either.

Since he was on the Main Camp of the Scout that wasn't far away from another district. He felt like a dark cloud hung on the entire city, giving him a gloomy feeling. Particularly, the aura of death. He was too familiar with it as he had experienced hundred times already.

As he thought of this, an expression of coldness emerged from his face. 'It seems a major event is about to happen.'

He had to be ready for what was coming...