Chapter 9: SS-Grade Combat Power—The White Tiger
The upgraded version of the rumor—”The Imperial Twin Stars are openly pursuing a female, going so far as to transform into their beast forms to vie for favor”—spread through the crowd once again. When it reached the Countess’s ears, she was furious.
She had thought that her advice during the day would make them exercise some restraint. Instead, they had become even bolder, declaring their sovereignty in full view of everyone. Were they rebelling against her?
If this reached the Princess’s ears—and she had a bad temper—she would surely punish them severely!
What was to be done?
She only had these two sons, and they were so outstanding; they couldn’t be allowed to fall so early. She wanted to have a talk with that female without pheromones, but the Female Protection Agency had set a three-month rookie protection period for her. Without permission, no one was allowed to visit, let alone with such a purpose.
She paced back and forth in the living room in a panic. Suddenly, a person flashed through her mind.
General Aslan!
He was Fred and Enzo’s superior, as well as their idol. The two of them had joined the army because of his influence. Over the years, through various campaigns and promotions, they had followed closely in his footsteps, hoping to earn his appreciation.
If he stepped forward to reprimand them, it should be very effective, right?
Unfortunately, his status was extremely noble, and it was very difficult to meet him, even for royal relatives and titled nobles.
But if she, together with several other Countesses and Marchionesses, submitted a petition and expressed their request in the name of females, he should be able to see it, right?
With that thought, she began to take action!
Gransmore Manor.
A majestic statue of a white tiger stood with its head held high on the vast training grounds. In the center stood the tall, upright figure of a man with a heroic posture. The brim of his dark-patterned military cap pressed down on his sharp, moon-white hair, casting slight shadows that obscured his solemn, icy flame-red eyes.
From the bottom up, one could only see his black combat uniform tightly cinched by military boots, pressed straight with crisp lines. His towering, gravity-defying physique seemed to have been meticulously carved by God according to the Golden Ratio. His facial contours were sharp, and his features were deep, exquisite, and peerlessly handsome.
The War God of the Empire, General Aslan.
He was born as the Earl of El family’s once-in-a-century noble mutant species—the White Tiger. He possessed the extremely rare SS-grade top-tier combat power and stood as the king at the top of the food chain.
Since childhood, he had demonstrated extraordinary courage, spirit, and leadership talent. He entered the barracks at the age of fourteen and began leading the Central Legion to battle across the stars. He had defeated the invading mortal enemies of Planet Bosca, Planet X, Planet Vinak, and many others, maintaining the peace of the Central Planet. Before he was even twenty, he was commissioned as a General!
Just when others thought he stood at the pinnacle of power with no room for further improvement, at the age of twenty-two, he achieved an unprecedented feat: he differentiated a pair of wings. Their crimson-red color was identical to his eyes, and they stirred up a sky full of flames when they flapped.
A true “tiger with wings.”
Since then, relying on his invincible combat power, he gradually expanded the territory of the Central Star System. Wherever he went, enemy forces trembled with fear and bowed their heads in submission.
At only twenty-six years old, he became the youngest War God in history, and the title of “Scarlet-Flame Winged Tiger” spread throughout the galaxy.
Many believed he was the incarnation of an ancient divine beast to carry such power. Because of him, the Earl of El family flourished to the point where even the royal family treated them with deep respect.
The most miraculous thing was…
According to common logic, no matter how powerful a male was, they would be constrained by females.
This was because they relied on females to get through their estrus periods and to soothe their spirits, which could collapse at any time due to excessively high combat power. But General Aslan did not.
He was ascetic and stayed away from women, and he had safely passed twenty-six years this way.
If one could say the estrus period could be managed with suppressants through strong willpower, his spirit had not collapsed even once despite frequent participation in battles.
One could only say he had yet to meet his match!
A few days ago, a large-scale armed riot broke out on Planet Carlos, which belonged to the southwestern part of the Central Star System, causing countless casualties among innocent people. General Aslan intended to lead his troops to suppress it.
The Seventh Division of the White Tiger Legion was fully assembled, waiting only for the command.
“General!”
In the manor, an attendant handed over a document from a distance.
“Countess Joy, joined by five Marchionesses and Viscountesses, has submitted a petition requesting your help. Given that the other party is a high-level female, the Duke asks that you must take a look.”
Aslan leisurely put on his leather gloves, his voice deep and cold. “Report.”
“Yes!”
The attendant opened the document and read the contents from beginning to end.
The gist was that his two sons were pursuing a female without pheromones, and she requested his help to reprimand them to avoid future disaster.
Fred and Enzo?
The two up-and-coming officers in the barracks?
“To be obsessed with female beauty at such a young age—they will never achieve great things.”
A hint of sarcasm rose at the corners of Aslan’s thin lips as he gave his suggestion.
“Have them retire and go home to raise children.”
“Hahahaha!”
“Hahaxaxa…”
The soldiers of the Seventh Division of the White Tiger Legion let out a sky-shaking laugh.
The General turned around, his black cloak whipping in the cold wind. His command was calm and majestic. “March out—”
After submitting her request, Countess Joy waited anxiously for two days before receiving a reply.
She couldn’t wait to tear it open. Upon seeing the words inside, her heart went cold.
General Aslan not only refused to help but treated the matter as a joke…
But it was true.
If her sons really stayed with that female who had no pheromones, they might become crazed beasts at any time on the battlefield in the future.
It would be better to retire early.
But Fred and Enzo would absolutely never do that; joining the army to protect the country was their lifelong pursuit.
Wait!
A flash of inspiration suddenly struck her mind.
Although the General didn’t agree to her request, if her sons saw this cold mockery, they would surely be devastated. Perhaps, out of shame, they would give up.
After all, he was their most revered idol!
With that thought, she happily took the letter and rushed toward the barracks. However, before she arrived, the Eagle Division’s First Special Forces and the War Wolf Counter-Terrorist Elite received military orders simultaneously.
“Report—”
“Colonel Fred, Major Enzo, an urgent battle report has arrived from the front line!”
“Taking advantage of the large-scale armed riot on Planet Carlos, Planet X has hijacked hundreds of thousands of citizens. They are forcing General Aslan to a desolate planet, intending to unite with the leaders of sixteen planets—including Planet Bosca and Planet Vinak—to kill the War God with the full force of their combined armies. If necessary, they may use miasma bombs!”
“What?!”
Fred and Enzo slammed their hands on the table and stood up!
Miasma bombs?
A hundred years ago, it was because Planet X used miasma bombs—strictly forbidden by the Interstellar Union—that the Central Planet’s entire army was wiped out, and a large number of females died as a result.
Now they were shamelessly repeating their old tricks. If all the power of the miasma bombs was used on the General alone, even if he were the Beast God incarnate, he would find it hard to escape.
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