Chapter 327: Jordan Quade, Self-Crowned King and Emperor

Chapter 327: Chapter 327: Jordan Quade, Self-Crowned King and Emperor

Upon seeing the Energy White Dove,

Dexter Luther and the others knew instantly that this was the messenger pigeon summoned by Forrest Sterling’s [Teleportation Dove].

During the campaign against the Splitting Demon Rabbits, everyone had learned about Forrest Sterling’s Ability.

So they were no strangers to it.

Matthew Dawson reacted the fastest.

He immediately struggled to move his body, which was restrained by Binding chains.

He used his back to block the faint light from the dove, which might have been glimpsed from outside.

At the same time, he used his eyes to signal Dexter Luther to quickly send a reply.

Dexter Luther forcefully suppressed the excitement in his heart.

Facing the Energy Dove, which was right in front of him, he quickly and clearly compressed their current situation, approximate location, and the two most troublesome Ability characteristics of their enemies into a message.

"Forrest! We’re in the northern mountains, in a large ice cave. We’ve been captured by a cultist group. We need rescue, fast! But be extremely careful of two of them. One can create chains that Seal a Player’s Abilities! The other can change the size of objects at will and is very dangerous! You all must be careful. If you can, please ask Sullivan for help for me."

Once the message was sent, the Energy Dove nodded slightly. Its form grew faint again as it prepared to return.

However, just as the Energy Dove was about to dissipate, the sound of footsteps and voices seemed to come from outside the ice cave, drawing closer!

’Go, now!’ Dexter Luther urged inwardly.

The Energy Dove flickered one last time and vanished completely.

Almost simultaneously, heavy footsteps sounded at the entrance of the ice cave.

Several cultists holding crude weapons walked in, their eyes fanatical. They scanned the bound captives with malicious gazes.

"Behave yourselves. Have you decided whether you want to become our boss’s slaves or not?" the burly man in the lead sneered.

Dexter Luther and the others immediately lowered their heads, pretending to be weak and exhausted, but a flame of hope now burned in their hearts.

The distress signal had been sent. Now, all they could do was wait and see when reinforcements would arrive.

The white Energy Dove transformed into a streak of light, cutting through the wind and snow, and quickly returned to Forrest Sterling’s side.

It landed gently on Forrest Sterling’s shoulder and passed the information it carried to him.

Forrest Sterling closed his eyes to receive it, his expression gradually growing grim, even foul.

He opened his eyes and looked at Seraphina Sullivan, Kora Dawson, Charlton Jacobs, and a tense-faced Freya Lynn, who were all waiting.

"Dexter Luther and his team... are in serious trouble,"

Forrest Sterling said in a low voice, taking a deep breath.

"They’ve been captured by a group of armed cultist thugs. They’re being held in a remote ice cave. There are a lot of them, and..."

He recounted the information Dexter Luther had sent back, including that they were trapped by chains that could Seal them and that some team members were injured and unconscious.

He also briefly described the two enemy Abilities they needed to be especially wary of.

"I can’t believe a group like that is hiding just outside Vorlag City."

After hearing this, River Sterling’s expression also turned sour.

He remarked, "Just surviving out here in this extreme weather is no simple feat. The leader of these thugs is clearly not someone to be trifled with."

Seraphina Sullivan’s eyes grew cold as she said, "To be able to form a group in this environment and capture Dexter Luther’s entire team means they’re not only ruthless, but their strength and organizational skills are considerable. They’re definitely not ordinary people."

"Sullivan... my sister... is she in danger?" Freya Lynn’s face went pale as she listened, and she gripped Seraphina Sullivan’s hand tightly, her voice trembling.

Seraphina Sullivan squeezed her cold little hand back and soothed her, "Don’t be afraid, Freya. Your sister is just trapped for now; her life isn’t in immediate danger. We will definitely rescue her and Dexter Luther’s team."

After speaking, Seraphina Sullivan turned to Forrest Sterling and quickly made arrangements. "Forrest, report the full details of this incident to Captain Justin Brooks and the safe zone management immediately. Request that they organize a rescue force as soon as possible."

"Sean Chandler and I will go ahead to scout the situation and see if we can rescue some of them first."

"Okay! I’m on it!"

Forrest Sterling agreed at once. He also knew the situation was urgent. From Dexter Luther’s message, it seemed the thugs were also holding many ordinary survivors captive.

This was no longer a simple Player conflict, but a serious, malicious incident that required official intervention from the safe zone.

Seraphina Sullivan quickly entrusted Freya Lynn to River Sterling’s temporary care, then exchanged a look with Sean Chandler.

Without further hesitation, the two of them set off immediately, leaving the safe zone at top speed and racing toward the location Dexter Luther had described.

Meanwhile, in the center of the hidden mountain camp, inside a "great hall" built from a mixture of thick animal hides and snow,

Jordan Quade was lounging lazily on a simple "throne" draped with a bearskin.

He was nonchalantly toying with a piece of smooth jade in his hand.

He looked to be in his early thirties. He wasn’t particularly handsome, but his eyes held an unconcealable arrogance and a desire for control.

He looked at a subordinate standing by his side, a sycophantic smile on his face, and asked slowly, "Have the new ’goods’ faced reality yet? Are they willing to obey?"

The subordinate immediately bowed and replied, "Boss Quade, those guys are still stubborn, and their mouths are tough."

"But don’t you worry. After we starve them a few more times, freeze them a bit, and let the ’Locksmith’ and the ’Zoom Master’ teach them a lesson, I guarantee they’ll all become docile and obedient, eager to become your slaves and serve you!"

A satisfied smile crept onto Jordan Quade’s lips, and a self-pleased glint shone in his eyes.

He was filled with a twisted sense of pride. ’The family glory my parents couldn’t restore in their entire lives... to think that it would see a glimmer of hope in my hands...’

Before the cataclysm, his parents had been obsessed with the fantasy of a so-called "aristocratic revival."

They had tried to satisfy their vanity by hyping up some ethereal "noble bloodline" and "revivalist etiquette" in online forums and niche overseas circles, desperate to become part of the elite.

However, the arrival of the cataclysm shattered their unrealistic dreams.

But Jordan Quade believed the apocalypse was actually his once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Relying on his own powerful awakened Talent, he could truly carve out his own kingdom and become an emperor in this world of collapsed order, establishing a "kingdom" that belonged only to him!

’Heh... What’s the point of being a so-called "legacy aristocrat" in name only? I’m going to be the real Emperor!’

Jordan Quade’s heart was filled with boundless, swelling ambition.

He fantasized about tens of thousands worshiping him, everyone prostrating themselves at his feet.

Just as his family had once described, he would have countless slaves to serve him, displaying his supreme power.

"Hahaha... Once I satisfy the Effect of that item, my dream of becoming The Emperor might just come true!"

Jordan Quade chuckled, his eyes glinting with greed and madness.

The reason he was so confident was that his Talent was indeed exceptionally special and powerful, giving him the foundation and capital to realize his ambitions.