Chapter 418 The Master Of Black Propaganda [Part 1]

Chapter 418 The Master Of Black Propaganda [Part 1]

Two days after Aaron Ashford and Norman Stallard held their press conference, their naval fleets finally arrived at the Main Headquarters of the Dvalinn Federation.

They even brought their own news crew with them, perhaps to ensure that the people would see them in a good light.

The moment the Floating Island of the Dvalinn Federation came to view, they even started a live broadcast.

The "paid" reporter immediately used her expertise to cast a positive narrative, telling the viewers about how the forces from the two Monarch Clans rushed to their destination out of determination to help humanity repel the invaders.

Even Thirteen was impressed by her acting and reporting skills. Impressed enough that he took note of her name so that he could brainwash—errr, invite her to work for him instead.

When Seth Ashford and Allen Norman, along with some of their soldiers, stepped foot into the Man-Made Floating Fortress of the Dvalinn Federation, they were given a proper welcome by the members of the alliance.

Since the reporters who had broadcasted Thirteen's first expedition were still with them, they were invited to participate in this momentous event to cover the arrival of their "reinforcements."

"Welcome to the Dvalinn Federation," Benedict greeted Seth and Allen, who were the third-in-commands of the Ashford and Stallard Clans.

"It's nice to see you again, Benedict," Seth said as he shook hands with the old man. "But where are the rest? Are you the only one who has come to greet us?"

"Yes," Benedict replied. "Everyone is busy discussing the strategy for the next mission.

Seth sneered, knowing that since they had come unannounced, none of the big shots of the alliance wished to meet them.

But since they were already there, he believed that they would have no choice but to work with them.

As the entourage of the Ashford and Stallard Clan walked toward the base, they saw over a hundred soldiers marching in their direction, with Zion at the front.

Benedict and the members of the alliance saluted their Supreme Commander, while Seth and Allen merely nodded their heads in greeting.

"Uncle Benedict, who are these people?" Thirteen asked with a smile.

Benedict, who had been called Uncle in front of everyone, returned Zion's smile with a smile of his own.

"These are our reinforcements from the Ashford and Stallard Clans," Benedict replied. "Let me introduce to you these two gentlemen."

"No need for you to introduce us, Benedict," Seth interjected. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Seth Ashford. I am the third-in-command of the Ashford Clan."

"Allen Stallard," Allen stated. "Nice to meet you." Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"It's such a simple order, yet you already failed to comprehend it. When I order the members of the Alliance to go to the battlefield, I don't order them to kneel."

Thirteen took a step forward and stared at the Champion who was being suppressed by Lawrence's and Wendell's auras.

"When my soldiers go to the battlefield, I order them to die," Thirteen said icily. "Even so, they follow my orders without question. You and your people come here without permission and say that you are here to fight for humanity. But from what I can see, none of you came here with that intention.

"Also, when you're here, you will not call me Zion, Child, Boy, or Brat. You will call me Sir. If you can't even do that, then get out. If all it takes to reclaim the Dvalinn Federation is a kneel, everyone from the Dvalinn Federation would have done so gladly.

"Aren't you being too full of yourself?" Allen, who could no longer take it, asked. "If you command us on the battlefield, then we will listen. But you commanding us to kneel here is just to humiliate us."

"Humiliate?" Thirteen smirked before turning to look at Benedict, who was standing beside the two Champions.

"Benedict Riggs, kneel." Thirteen ordered.

"Yes, Sir," Benedict didn't hesitate and knelt down in front of Thirteen, making Seth and Allen look at him in shock.

They knew how proud Benedict was—he would even fight Arthur without fear, despite the difference in their Ranks.

However, seeing him kneel in obeyance to the boy's order made them feel as if they were looking at a different person.

"Benedict Riggs is not kneeling to me because I want to humiliate him," Thirteen stated. "He is kneeling because he has absolute faith that I am not ordering him for no reason at all. Like I told you earlier, I don't order my soldiers to kneel, I order them to die."

Thirteen then patted Benedict's shoulder.

"Rise," Thirteen ordered.

Benedict rose up and stood in attention like the soldier he was, waiting for orders.

Thirteen then shifted his attention back to Seth and Allen, who were now the focus of attention of not only the media but also the soldiers of the Dvalinn Federation, who were all glaring at them.

It was only now that they realized that if they did anything to the boy, they would not be able to leave the Dvalinn Federation alive.

Thirteen simply stared at the two, but his gaze contained so much pressure that the two Champions felt that they only had two choices.

One was to kneel, the other was to leave.

Leaving was not an option. If they did that, they had a feeling that they would no longer be welcome in the Dvalinn Federation.

Although unwilling, Seth was the first one to move and knelt in front of the Supreme Commander of the Alliance.