All Chapters of The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal: Chapter 311
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311. Blood and Stone
"They're coming!" a soldier shouted from the watchtower, his voice nearly drowned by the distant thunder of marching boots. Elijah stood on the crumbling wall, gripping the hilt of his sword. In the distance, The Warden’s forces stretched across the valley like a dark tide, their banners fluttering against the smoke-filled sky. The sheer size of the army sent a ripple of unease through the defenders. The enemy was done waiting. This was the final push. "Positions!" Elijah commanded, his voice steady despite the chaos. Doug hurried up beside him, helmet dented, blood smeared across his armor. "Marshal, the barricades won’t hold if they bring siege weapons." Elijah’s jaw tightened. "Then we make them pay for every step they take." The first attack came swiftly. Arrows rained down, clattering against the stone like a deadly storm. Soldiers ducked behind cover, returning fire as flaming projectiles arched toward the fortress. The enemy was relentless, their war machines grinding
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312. A Deal with the Devil
"You look like hell, Elijah." The voice cut through the smoke like a blade. Elijah turned, muscles tensed, eyes burning with fury. And there he was—Lando. Not a prisoner. Not beaten or bound. Standing tall, his coat free of blood, his stance relaxed as if the battlefield around them was nothing more than an inconvenience. Elijah’s fingers curled around his sword hilt. "You’re working with them." His voice was quiet, but deadly. Lando sighed, brushing dust off his shoulder. "I wouldn’t put it that way. I’m simply on the winning side." Rage surged through Elijah’s veins. In an instant, he was moving. His sword flashed, aimed for Lando&
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313. The Aftermath of Surrender
“We move at dawn,” Elijah said firmly, his voice betraying none of the turmoil inside him. Doug nodded, but his expression was laced with concern. “Sir, are you—” “I don’t need sympathy,” Elijah cut him off. His gaze was cold, distant. “I need solutions.” The fortress lay in ruins around them. The air was thick with smoke, carrying the scent of burnt stone and blood. Bodies of both friend and foe littered the shattered battlements, some still smoldering from the last blasts of enemy fire. The walls bore deep scars—cracks where the enemy’s siege weapons had struck. The once-solid stronghold now looked like a wounded beast, barely holding itself together. Last Updated : 2025-02-18Read more
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314. The Warden’s Plan Unfolds
“Welcome, Sophia.” The voice was smooth, measured, but it sent a chill through her. Sophia was led through towering stone corridors, her wrists bound, flanked by armed guards. The air smelled of damp earth and something metallic—like rust or dried blood. The hidden stronghold was nothing like she had expected. It wasn’t just a prison. It was a kingdom in the shadows. At the far end of the grand hall, seated upon a simple yet commanding chair, was The Warden. His presence wasn’t as overwhelming as she had imagined. He was tall but not monstrous, dressed in dark, unassuming robes. His hair was graying at the temples, his face lined with age, but his eyes—sharp and unreadable—held a weight that made her stomach twist. Beside him, Lando stood with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Sophia clenched her jaw. “So this is what betrayal looks like up close.” Lando barely reacted. “You don’t understand.” “No,” she said coldly. “I understand perfectly.” The Warden smiled
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315. A Rebel’s Gamble
“This feels like a trap,” Doug muttered, gripping his sword as he walked beside Elijah. Elijah’s eyes remained fixed ahead. “Maybe it is. We don’t have a choice.” They moved cautiously through the dense forest, the branches overhead casting jagged shadows under the moonlight. Every step was slow, measured. The rebels were watching them—Elijah could feel it. Hidden eyes, waiting for a reason to strike. Cassian, just behind them, kept his voice low. “If they don’t want to help, what’s the plan?” Elijah didn’t hesitate. “Then we make them.” Last Updated : 2025-02-19Read more
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316. A Prisoner’s Defiance
“You look tired, Sophia.” Lando’s voice echoed in the dimly lit chamber where Sophia sat, her hands resting on her lap, her expression blank. She didn’t acknowledge him. She had stopped dignifying his words with a response days ago. Lando sighed and leaned against the cold metal table. “I know you hate me. But you need to understand—I’m the only one keeping you from complete ruin.” Sophia finally turned her gaze to him, her eyes sharp. “I don’t need saving, least of all from you.” Lando let out a dry chuckle. “You’re stubborn. I’ll give you that.” She was more than stubborn. She was determined. Every moment in this facility, she studied her surroundings—the routines of the guards, the placement of surveillance devices, the way The Warden operated. She wasn’t waiting for rescue. She was planning her own escape. The door hissed open, and The Warden entered. His presence was suffocating, commanding, as if the air bent to his will. “Sophia,” he greeted smoothly. “How are you
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317. Fire in the Dark
“Move! We don’t have much time,” Elijah ordered, his voice sharp over the crackling of distant flames. Cassian was right beside him, gripping his weapon. “No resistance so far. That’s not a good sign.” Elijah nodded grimly. The underground facility stretched before them, dimly lit corridors twisting into darkness. They had expected guards, alarms, a fight—but instead, the silence was unnerving. The rebels, moving in disciplined formation, exchanged uneasy glances. Doug tightened his grip on his sword. “Marshal, this feels like a trap.” “I know,” Elijah muttered. “Stay sharp.” They advanced deeper into the facility, their boots echoing off the metal floors. Then, without warning, the lights flickered. A deep, guttural growl echoed through the corridor. Cassian tensed. “What the hell was that?” The answer came in the form of a shadow lunging from the darkness. It wasn’t a man—it was something else. Twisted. Unnatural. The creature’s body was humanoid but grotesquely alte
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318. The Hunt for Answers
“Elijah, you need to see this,” Cassian said, his voice tense. Elijah turned from the dim lantern casting shadows on the stone walls. Cassian held the decrypted data chip, his expression grim. Doug stood nearby, waiting. The flickering light barely reached the edges of the battered war table between them, but the weight of what they had just uncovered made the space feel suffocating. “What did you find?” Elijah asked, stepping closer. Cassian inserted the chip into the old projector, and a series of documents flashed onto the cracked surface of the wall. The text, though worn with age, was clear enough to read. ~Sophia Donald. Subject 09. Genetic Anomaly Detected. Experimentation Status: Approved.Elijah’s jaw tightened. He had expected something like this, but seeing her name in black and white made his stomach churn. “They’ve been monitoring her for years,” Cassian muttered. “Maybe since birth.”Doug exhaled sharply. “Sir, this isn’t just about Sophia. Look here.” He point
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319. Shadows of the Past
“Keep moving,” Elijah ordered, his voice firm. The wind howled through the wasteland, carrying the scent of ash and decay. The land before them stretched endlessly, a graveyard of forgotten battles. Crumbling watchtowers, rusted weapons, and scorched earth told the tale of past wars—wars that had shaped the world they now struggled to survive in. Doug tightened his grip on his weapon as he scanned the ruins. “Sir, this place… it feels wrong.” Cassian nodded. “Too quiet. Someone’s watching.” Elijah didn’t need to be told. He felt it too—the weight of unseen eyes, the tension of an ambush waiting to happen. He glanced at his men, weary but determined. They couldn’t afford to turn back. Night fell fast in the wasteland, wrapping them in thick darkness. They set up camp within the broken remains of a collapsed building, the crumbling walls offering minimal protection from the cold. “Elijah,” Cassian muttered, crouching beside him. “We should set extra watches. If I were The Wa
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320. Sophia’s Chains
“You’re wasting your time,” Sophia said, her voice steady despite the cold metal restraints biting into her wrists. The Warden sat across from her, calm, composed, his piercing eyes studying her like a specimen in a lab. “Am I?” he mused, tilting his head. “I think, in time, you’ll see things differently.” Sophia forced a smirk. “I wouldn’t count on it.” The room around her was stark white, devoid of warmth, devoid of life. A single monitor flickered to the side, filled with images—visions of destruction, cities in flames, people bowing before a figure she barely recognized—herself. The Warden leaned forward. “Look at them, Sophia. This is your destiny. A world free of weak rulers. A world that kneels only to true power.” She turned away. “You call that a future? Looks more like a nightmare.” He sighed, as if disappointed. “You resist because you’re afraid. Afraid of what you could be.” Sophia glared at him. “No, I resist because I have a choice.” The Warden’s lips twi
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