Soldiers of Time.
There is a war on the horizon and we need you to lead the world into battle. But you are weak. Far too weak. So you must become strong. Strong enough to bring the world under your banner Strong enough to withstand the tribulation to come. The era wars beckons... A war where Godkings are cannon fodder. A war where even lords will fall ... Apocalypse is coming. And strong... You will become!!! * “Let the Soul of the Universe bear witness Let the Rules of Creation acknowledge Let this mortal be reborn anew Let it AWAKEN as THE CHILDE OF TIME! LET THE TRIALS OF LAW BEGIN!!!” * [First Trial of Time: Trial of a Soldier] [Before you can lead an army, you must first understand what it means to be a soldier.] [Main Objective: Reach the Limit of Mortal Coil.] [Secondary objective: Destroy the organisation that seeks to harm your planet.] [Reward: ***] [Good luck Inheritors. Good luck, Childe.] A group of Spec Ops operators are saved from the jaws of death by the intervention of the Supreme Law of Time. However, nothing comes for free. A prices must be paid. A duty must be delivered. Thus, began the journey to the summit of a group of soldiers who are unavertibly marked as Soldiers of the Supreme Law of Time.
CH580: Assassinating the Head of British Intel
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CH580: Assassinating the Head of British Intel
Franklin House, London.
The Franklin House is one of the oldest establishment in Greater London. It was a high-end club and gathering for the elites of the British Upper class, including nobles, politicians, businessmen and socialites alike.
The club's membership also extends to even high ranking government officials; many of whom are heads of important government agencies like Scotland Yard and MI6.
Lord Benjamin Wright, the Head of the British Secret Intelligence Service (SIS), better known as MI6, was a member of the Franklin House.
The Intelligence spymaster in his late fifties was a frequent visitor in the club and could be mingling with many of the movers and pushers of British society.