God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World! Chapter 420: Gabriel’s Goal

Gabriel watched the dust cloud roll outward, his eyes narrowing slightly as the armored figure straightened up from the crater he had created. The aura coming off Henry was thick and heavy, not the kind that ca from him directly, but the kind that ca from layers of full body gold ranked armor stacked on top of an otherwise average body until it resembled power itself.

Even so, Gabriel did not dismiss it, because in this world equipnt could close gaps, and gold rank equipnt could close gaps fast, especially when worn by soone who at least had enough experience not to swing like a fool.

Around him, the eastern camp soldiers who had been on the verge of breaking suddenly found a second wind. So of them even yelled his na, as if his appearance alone would reverse everything that had been lost. Others simply stared with wide eyes, focused on the gold veins running across the silver plates, on the spear that glead faintly even beneath the smoke filled sky.

Their morale had been shattered, but not completely erased, and his arrival gave them sothing familiar to cling to, because people always clung to authority when they had nothing else.

From the roof far above, Dominic did not move. He only watched, his hands behind his back, looking like a spectator at a theatre he owned.

"Here we go," his henchman muttered, leaning forward slightly as if he could hear better. "He really ca down."

Dominic’s smile did not change. "Of course he did. I told you. Pride is predictable."

The henchman swallowed, because what Dominic called pride, he understood as desperation.

On the battlefield, the spear was pointed toward Gabriel without any rush. He walked forward slowly, each step heavy, the sound of tal scraping and clacking following him as if the armor itself was announcing his presence.

As he advanced, eastern camp fighters instinctively shifted out of his way, forming a corridor. The Broken Dawn side also adjusted, but theirs was not fear, it was discipline. They knew what happened when soone like this entered a fight. The space around him beca a danger zone, and anyone careless enough to crowd it would die for nothing.

He stopped a few ters away from Gabriel. The dust finally cleared enough to reveal the full shape of his helt, angular and fully enclosed, the visor narrow and the mouth guard thick, giving him the look of a knight from another era.

"You," he said, his voice coming out deeper through the helt. "Gabriel Reyes."

"That’s ." Gabriel nodded firmly, holding his gaze.

The spear tip dipped slightly, then rose again, steady. "Then answer one thing before we do this. Why did you kill my brother."

The battlefield noise around them did not stop, but the imdiate area fell into a tense hush. Even those still fighting nearby slowed, their eyes flickering toward the two figures. The question carried weight. It was not just anger. It was an accusation that demanded context, because in this world killing soone’s brother was never a simple act. It was a declaration, a line crossed that could not be undone.

Gabriel’s eyes narrowed slightly as he purposely feigned ignorance at those words.

"Your brother."

The grip on the spear tightened, irritation flashing across his face. "Don’t fucking play dumb. I’m talking about the one you killed before you ca here. The one who ruled the camp close to the walls of Valerian Kingdom ."

IceQueen, standing on the building above with the officers, watched everything with an indifferent expression. She glanced at the others. So looked confused. So looked shocked. A few looked like they already knew and had simply been pretending not to.

This was because, in order not to make the troops lose morale, Henry and the top powerhouses had concealed everything from their subordinates.

Gabriel’s gaze stayed forward. He did not deny it. He did not confirm it either. He simply asked calmly, continuing with the act, "And you’re sure it was ."

A laugh escaped the helt, but there was no humor in it. It was a harsh, frustrated and angry sound.

Whatever mind ga Gabriel was playing...it was working.

"Do you think I would be standing here if I wasn’t sure. Do you think I would put on my entire gold rank set and step onto this battlefield if it was just a rumor." Henry roared in anger. "Don’t play dumb; I have eyes in places you don’t understand. I have survivors who saw you. I have people who watched you carried out the deed."

Gabriel nodded slowly, as if listening to a report. "Alright you got ," he finally admitted. "So you ca for revenge."

The spear shifted forward a fraction. "No. Not just revenge. I ca for answers, because that’s what doesn’t make sense to , and you seem like the type who doesn’t waste effort without reason."

A faint smile returned to Gabriel’s face. "You think too highly of ."

That was ignored.

"Why did you co for us. Why did you co for the eastern camp. I never attacked you. I never sent n after you. I never even spoke your na until today. So why did you decide to co here and slaughter my people."

His voice rose slightly at the end, and for a mont his aura flared.

Gabriel stared at him briefly, then glanced around the battlefield. He looked at the bodies. He looked at the fleeing soldiers. He looked at the Broken Dawn mbers pressing forward. Then he looked back and spoke calmly.

"You want to know why."

There was no reply, but the stance said yes.

Gabriel tapped his chest lightly with two fingers, as if pointing at himself. "Because you exist."

The eyes behind the visor widened, even though no one could see it. "What kind of answer is that."

"It’s the only answer that matters," Gabriel replied without raising his voice. "You and your brothers built camps that thrive by squeezing weak people, by hoarding supplies, by taking advantage of won. You call it order. You call it leadership. But it’s just another kind of banditry with cleaner uniforms."

Murmurs rose from nearby eastern camp soldiers, but the aura spiked sharply, silencing them almost instantly. He did not look back. His attention never left Gabriel.

"You think you’re a hero," he said coldly.