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"Those traitors! We're going to make them pay for what they did to us!" … "Silence!" Arthur roared, and the cultivators fell quiet. "This is a matter of great importance, and I only have one wish. Remember this: Within the next three days, I want to see the skull of General Buker of Ede!" Cultivators had the power to control the world of regular mortals. Buker, as the General of Ede, naturally had the nation wrapped around his finger. It did not take a genius to figure out that attacking Skermann had been his idea. Thus, killing Buker would cause a big enough wave to stir among the soldiers of Ede. They would surely lose their bravado and cease further attacks on Skermann. The truth was that Arthur had weighed out the possibility of being attacked by a neighboring country in the past two years, and even drafted plans to deal with the situation. Now that it had happened, Arthur was going with his best plan first. The thirty cultivators went on their way under General Arthur'

Steviat fell to his knees. "General Arthur, I would gladly swear on my life that I am telling the truth. You may kill me right now if you think I'm lying at all." Arthur chuckled. "No, that's fine. Come on, get up. I just wasn't really sure." Arthur helped Steviat off the ground, looking him in the eyes. "Let me ask you this, then. Now that Buker is dead, which one of us do you think killed him?" "I…" Steviat fell silent, his mind racing through all the cultivators in Skermann. "From what I know, the only person in all of Skermann who can stand a chance against Buker on his own and even defeat the guy is you, General Arthur." "Think harder," Arthur urged. "I put you in charge of rounding up all the cultivators in Skermann for the past two years. Is there someone you missed out on reporting to me?" "No, General Arthur. I visited every cultivator that showed up in Skermann with my men. The only possibility of an undocumented cultivator is if they hid their aura on purpose and

Wars spanning years were the only way the people would experience enough suffering, starvation, and humiliation to form evil thoughts in their heads. Skermann had been lucky enough to stay out of the wars, but now the Pope had met his goal and there were over five million refugees who had fled to Skermann. These were the people the Pope had been planning to nourish the evil gods with, and those evil thoughts were a very important resource to him. Of course, the Pope would not leave Skermann out of the wars. That was why he had Aiden gain control over Buker and issue the attack on Skermann. Aiden looked at Wilbur nervously. "I've told you everything I know sir. Will you spare my life now?" "No." "What? Why?" Aiden stared at Wilbur in shock and terror, whose face darkened as he said, "Because you've caused too much death and destruction, and you're the reason so many people have lost their homes. You don't deserve to live!" "Please, no!" Wilbur drove his sword through Aid

Holt looked up, and the Dark Messenger said, "Let me ask you this, Holt. Do you want Skermann to be involved in the Bullard Bay wars too?" "Yes, sir." The Dark Messenger was infuriated and rebuked, "Tell me why you're causing havoc in Bullard Bay! What are your intentions? I need an honest answer from you!" Holt hesitated for a moment and replied, "Sir, the citizens of Bullard Bay are faithless. The Church of Holy Illuminati, as a vassal of Light Valley, must incite conflict in the Bullard Bay region to exert our influence. By causing strife here, the people will suffer, and subsequently develop faith. This will ensure Light Valley's eternal legacy." "Well answered. You know all about Wilbur Penn by now, right?" "Yes, sir." "I need you to lure him out. I don't care what you do, but you need to remember that you can't kill him. I need him alive. Do you understand?" "Don't worry, sir. I will fulfill your orders." There was a hint of intrigue in Holt's gaze as he spoke. He

However, Holt ordered the artillery units to stay low. It seemed like the Ede military was in trouble. The commanding officer grew increasingly anxious as he watched the cultivators getting closer with each passing second. They soon moved past the last firing line, so the commanding officer could only sigh internally at the sight. As the cultivators came closer, Holt abruptly opened his eyes and yelled, "Ice archers, take aim!" Ten ice archers appeared thirty meters in front of Holt. The ice archers were all muscular cultivators with a huge bow in hand. They loaded their arrows after receiving the order from Holt and aimed their arrows at the incoming cultivators. The commanding officer sighed to himself when he saw that and retorted in his mind, 'What year is it now? I can't believe Mister Holt is trying to take them down with such primitive means. We're going against cultivators! Even cannons can't take them down for sure. What makes you think arrows will do the trick?' The c