Chapter 96: The Struggle for World Dominance [Read On!!]

Fulade's expression was indifferent, seated at the head of the meeting, rubbing his jaw, assuming a contemplative pose.

As if pondering something important.

But the actual situation— "Ahem~".

"From this moment onward, we no longer need to hide and develop in secret. Whether it's the Wizard Parliament, the Blood Flame Church, or recruiting forces, give me full throttle."

"The Church can no longer hinder our progress. Now is the time for us to seize this world's dominance; the world's overlord will ultimately belong to us!"

Fulade stood up, aura domineering, fierce eyes sweeping the assembled people.

Among them were the newly arrived Ailina, Malisika, as well as Ravenna from the north and Lyle King.

This would be a world‑spanning contest for supremacy.

All mundane realms would inevitably be affected; it cannot be avoided.

Since the sword has been drawn, Fulade naturally would not delay, giving the Holy Court ample reaction time.

Only when the initiative is in one's own hands can one feel at ease.

Faced with this sudden proclamation, those under his command instantly wore solemn expressions, rose, and resolutely pledged support.

In such an atmosphere, everyone united as one, brimming with high‑spirited fighting zeal.

Those who have lived in the shadow of the Holy Court finally have a day to stand upon the world's stage!

The emotionally stirred crowd cast fervent gazes toward Fulade.

They firmly believed that under Fulade's leadership, they would eventually replace the Holy Court and become this world's overlord.

Especially after Fulade displayed great power last night.

Although… um.

But that no longer matters, does it?

Looking at the crowd, already hot‑blooded and eyes blazing, Fulade couldn't help proclaiming himself a genius.

This is what they call—this is called "borrowing momentum".

One must say, at this moment Fulade truly is… cunning!

To cover his awkward reality and the stray gazes of the onlookers, Fulade actually pulled off this move.

However, this was already within Fulade's plan; it was only slightly ahead of schedule.

As Fulade bowed his head in signal, everyone seated themselves, directing their eyes toward the head of the meeting—Fulade—awaiting his speech.

Looking down at the assembled, Fulade began the concrete personnel arrangements, assigning each person their responsible region to avoid unclear duties.

As for the specific matters, they would be decided in a small‑scale meeting, after all, many mouths would cause leaks.

The meeting ended quickly; watching the departing crowd, Fulade only then turned his gaze to the remaining six‑person think‑tank.

Though called six, it was actually only four.

Only Ailina and Malisika, representing the Blood Flame Church and the intelligence department, remained as confidants and key officials.

After the others left, Famic said, "Prince, although at first glance our strength already rivals the Holy Court, especially once we bring Gantuva's Giant into our fold."

"But do not forget, the Holy Court can communicate with deities and summon holy spirits to descend."

Fulade pondered briefly, then looked at them and said, "Rest assured, the Holy Court has methods; does that mean I have no counter‑move!?"

The others looked at the confident Fulade; though some doubts lingered, since Fulade said so, they could only choose to believe.

They understood that Fulade was not one to boast; if he said it, he must have some certainty.

Regarding the Holy Court's method of summoning holy spirits, Fulade had heard of it in passing.

However, he knew the world's ultimate limit was at most Level Three life, or the so‑called Level Three pinnacle, commonly termed a demigod.

With the spider queen Rose as his backing, Fulade naturally felt no fear. Moreover, Rose's slightly meaningful smile at the time, and her words "the Holy Court is not your obstacle," remain fresh in his memory.

If his guess is correct, she has long since kept a hidden counter‑move, which must be linked to the Holy Court.

The think‑tank is led by Famic, Weiluona, Adeliana, and Ravenna.

Specific execution will be handed to the heads of each sector.

Although the Witch may not excel in war, as a learned and wise being strong in spirit power, her grasp of overall direction and strategy is undoubtedly the best choice.

At minimum, with their ultra‑efficient thinking speed, the chance of error is certainly the lowest.

Likewise, their learning and adaptation abilities are absolutely the strongest.

When the time comes, give them a few seasoned war advisors and some suggestions, and they will grow at the fastest pace.

This is the advantage possessed by extraordinary beings who cultivate spirit power as their main path.

Moreover, they are renowned Wizards known for their aptitude for learning and seeking truth.

Weiluona represents the Blood Race, and she herself possesses considerable wisdom and skill, naturally earning a seat.

This also serves as the strategic department cultivated in advance for future incursions into other worlds.

"From now on, this is in your hands; don't disappoint me."

Handing the strategic meeting directly to Famic and the others, Fulade rose and walked away.

As the few saw Fulade leave, they immediately began discussing deployment, unanimously agreeing to develop the Blood Flame Church and court more kingdoms before the Holy Court can react.

Especially the areas around Klovit and to the north, where Holy Court influence is relatively weak.

At the same time, they dispatched the intelligence department southward, especially into the Ottoman Empire's territories; as the daughter of the Ottoman Marquis, Malisika now demonstrated her value.

Meanwhile, Fulade, who tossed those pots away, felt light as a feather.

They began gathering troops, marching toward Sky Island Gantuva.

Sitting on Giant General Follen's shoulder, Fulade embraced the crimson‑cheeked Isabelle, warmly comforting her.

For some reason, in the high air en route to Sky Island Gantuva, there was a formation that prohibited flight.

No wonder these Gantuva giants, even after reaching Level One Life Tier, still remain trapped on the island; this is the reason.

At this moment Fulade sat on Follen's shoulder, intermittently comforting the panting Isabelle, passing the idle time.

"You, you quickly take your hand off." Isabelle's face turned crimson, her expression coquettish, and, somewhat displeased, she shot Fulade a glance.

"I'm protecting you; it's so bumpy—what if you fall?" Fulade said, his face innocent as he blinked his eyes.

Watching the Giant Follen below, who was climbing and leaping up the sky‑piercing vines, violent jolts trembled from his feet; had Fulade not been shielding him, he truly would have fallen.

Watching the climbing silhouettes around, Isabelle, blushing with shyness and a trace of indignation, patted the hand Fulade had used to shield her and, coquettishly, chided, "If you're going to protect, just protect; why do you keep placing it on my chest!"

Yet, Fulade leaned close to Isabelle's ear and whispered, "I'm just easing your burden; it's always so shaky—what if you get injured?"

Confronted with Fulade's shameless explanation, Isabelle couldn't help rolling her eyes, submerging Fulade in a sea of white‑eyed disdain.

"So, now, how will you explain this?" Isabelle's eyes wandered, afraid someone might notice the ambiguous little moves Fulade was making toward her.

"Ah, this… after a while, my fingers cramp a bit; that can be understood, right?"

Isabelle heard him and was left speechless.

She could only grit her teeth and swallow it down; after all she had insisted on coming, and being a frail woman who couldn't defeat him, Isabelle could only console herself like that in her heart.

In reality, her pearly teeth lightly bit her cherry lips to avoid any awkward sounds, while her small hand clutched Fulade's collar tightly; blushing, heart racing, she endured, her gaze dreamy, looking at Fulade full of affection.

Yet verbally, she always had to wrestle with herself.

"Uh, as expected, women's words are all deceitful ghosts!" To this, Fulade replied, "They deserve severe punishment." (End of chapter)