A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5442

Power truly is everything. Jared lamented inwardly.

The warship glided into the corridor, three hundred Golden Armor Guards marching behind it—an unstoppable river bound for level six.

The golden warship hurtled through the void corridor with the certainty of a royal decree. Its hull glowed with spiritual light, and that sanctified sheen pushed the swirling chaotic energy aside until not even a tremor touched the deck.

Jared leaned against the rail amid the rush of windless speed. Below him, rows of Golden Armor Guards stood motionless, polished cuirasses catching every stray glint. His gaze drifted past them to the bow where Onneas watched the horizon.

Flanking her were four figures in dark-gold mail, helms hiding everything but eyes as sharp as whetted steel.

Unlike the ordinary guards, their aura did not flare outward. It folded inward, heavy and silent, like mountains wearing human skin.

Jared's spiritual sense probed them more than once, only to recoil as if he had touched a sleeping sea god.

He could no longer restrain his curiosity. "Ms. Yeats, the four Golden Armor Guards beside Ms. Dusko—who are they? They feel…different." His voice stayed low, respectful, yet wonder threaded every syllable.

Isabel followed his stare, a flicker of awe softening her usually calm features. "They are Ms. Dusko's personal guards, known as the Quartet Celestial Guards," she murmured. "They aren't ordinary Golden Armor Guards. They were chosen personally by the Celestial King. Each stands at Human Immortal Realm Level Five and fights as one. When they team up, they can match even a Human Immortal Realm Level Six."

Jared's breath caught. Human Immortal Realm Level Five, just as personal bodyguards.

That kind of strength could be considered legendary in level six. After all, Aurelius was only at Human Immortal Realm Level Two. To Jared's surprise, the strength of that caliber could only qualify as Onneas' personal guards.

Jared got a better understanding of Onneas' sincerity to mobilize her army this time around. The vast gap in strength between level eight and level six also dawned on him.

Right then, a roar burst from the tunnel mouth ahead. An intense demonic aura washed over as a bellow sounded. "How dare you barge into level six! Following my lord's order, anyone who enters here shall be killed!"

The regular sentries did not so much as lift an eyebrow, as if someone insignificant had been crushed. On the contrary, Jared's pupils narrowed, his heart pounding with helpless awe.

The Celestial Guard reappeared at his post, stance identical, as if he had never moved at all.

Onneas finally spoke, voice soft, bored even. "Noisy."

The warship cleared the corridor, emerging beneath the dim sky of level six. Acrid demonic aura collided with its holy glow, hissing like rain on hot iron, before being blown apart.

Guided by Onneas, the vessel veered toward the distant snow mountains. Moments later, it halted above a hidden cave where Aurelius, Artemis, Yuliana, and the others waited, faces lifted in astonishment at the gleaming craft.

The moment Jared appeared at the prow of the descending war-ship and lifted a hand in greeting, relief flashed across every face below. Yet, that relief froze into speechless awe as the vessel's titanic hull blotted out what little daylight remained, its plated flanks bristling with rune-cannons and lined from bow to stern with Golden Armor Guards whose discipline felt heavier than iron.