I'm A Quadrillionaire Chapter 478

I’m A Quadrillionaire chapter 478

He could not see the masked man’s expression, but he could feel the masked man’s pain in his
trembling body.

Coming up behind the masked man, he saw that the back of his clothes was slightly burned. A huge
burn mark also ran across his entire back.

The skin covering the wound was already a little charred.

Blaze shuddered at the sight of the injury.

Guardians were flesh and blood after all, and not everyone could fight like Dirk with one arm cut in half.

With Quentin lurking, their plan to seriously injure Dirk was likely to fail.

The masked man was also suffering from intense pain in his back.

He wanted to kill the person who did this to him.

However, he wanted to return and tend to his wounds first.

Besides that, that shot had traumatized him. He could not focus wholeheartedly on the battle anymore.

He was going to get his revenge when he took down Somerland.

He and Blaze looked at each other.

There was resignation in their eyes.

Blaze said to Dirk, “Dirk! We’re done for the day. Somerland’s at the end of its rope, and there’s nothing
you guys can do to save it.



“That’s not up to you to decide!” Dirk replied.

“We shall see! Let’s go!”

With that, Blaze backed off with the masked man.

Falconia’s crew followed suit.

Dirk was also relieved after watching Blaze and the others leave.

It was finally over.

It was only after he had relaxed and the pain rushed into his head that he began to feel his weakness.

Facing guardians Blaze and the masked man, he had no chance to win-even in his prime. Not to
mention that he lost his left arm in an ambush.

He probably would have died here today if Quentin had not gotten here in time.

He was only holding his breath just now.

This was because he could not collapse.

Once he did, no one here stood a chance.

He needed to tend to his left arm as soon as possible.

The masked man almost cut off half of his arm in both attacks. It was no joke, as the attacks were only
at different positions.

Back in Somerland’s camp

“Mr. Dirk!”



“Mr. Dirk!”

“Mr. Dirk!”

Countless people addressed him respectfully.

He was Somerland’s God of Military.

He was the man guarding Somerland’s frontier.

Everyone looked at Dirk with admiration.

“It’s okay! Don’t worry!” Dirk said.

The medical team rushed to meet him.

After a brief examination, he said, “Mr. Dirk, your left arm is badly injured and needs immediate
treatment. Please come with me.”

“Okay!”

Dirk left with the medical team.

Everyone started retreating.

A man dressed in the same color as his environment lay motionlessly in the grass.

His body and face were also covered with green liquid.

He had all but completely blended in with his surroundings.

This person was Quentin Snow, the fourth member of Somerland Parliament.



He was also the only one known to threaten God Rank guardians despite being a half-step God Rank.

This was only under certain conditions, of course.

He was no match for any half-step God Rankers if he went against them head-on.

However, the gun in his hand was everyone’s nightmare when they were in his territory.




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