Chapter 572

The twilight afterglow and the cheers of victory were blocked by thick rock layers, unable to penetrate the darkness located deep underground.

This is the core area of the "Court of Flesh and Blood."

And it is the heart of the Carrion Clan.

Although the entire court had been destroyed by that crazy big rat, many things that hadn't had time to be dismantled and destroyed still remained beneath the towering mountain.

Everyone stepped into this decaying court with the joy of victory.

However, before long, the joy lingering in their hearts was diluted by the heaviness that followed.

Corpses, corpses... and more corpses.

A nauseating mixed odor permeated the air, the sour, astringent smell of rotting flesh mixed with alchemical agents.

Sir Dickbin walked at the very front of the team.

This special envoy, who used to be well-dressed and always combed his hair meticulously, had now been baptized by the flames of war into another look of a tough guy.

Not only that, his military rank had also changed from a second lieutenant in the Ryan Battalion to a captain, and his rank had been promoted all the way from squad leader to company commander.

His boots stepped on the sticky ground, making a pattering sound; he looked around vigilantly and scolded in a low voice.

"Raise the torches higher, watch the corners."

Several young soldiers followed behind like they were facing a great enemy, their bayonet-fixed muzzles carefully searching every cave entrance, guarding against ratmen that might jump out.

Although the Carrion Clan had been completely defeated, it would probably take a long time to clear out every ratman in this mountain area.

Everyone continued forward, coming to an artificially excavated empty room. And when the light of the torches completely illuminated the entire spherical space, everyone's breathing stopped.

They saw before them a huge millstone, and the gears connected above the millstone rotated slowly under the drive of inertia, making a tooth-aching creaking sound.

Below the millstone was a funnel.

And further below the funnel was a dark river connected to the underground, as well as a huge water reservoir. In that reservoir, it was filled with viscous, dark red pulp.

Bubbles constantly emerged from beneath the pulp, just like the raw pulp in a wine barrel that hadn't been filtered of fruit flesh and grape seeds.

"Ugh—!"

Looking at the air-dried meat hanging nearby, a recruit finally couldn't bear it, leaning against the wall and vomiting violently.

Immediately after, this physiological reaction seemed to be contagious, and two more soldiers bent over.

Even Dickbin, who was used to the battlefield, felt his stomach churning at this moment, wishing he could bring a bomb from outside to blow up the entire cave.

He endured the nausea, walked to the huge "millstone," and soon discovered some residual fibers nearby.

That was obviously not the remains of clothes.

It was hair.

Dickbin's hand trembled, he took two steps back, not daring to look at the entrance to hell again, and turned to walk toward the room next door.

That seemed to be a laboratory; magic crystal lamps that hadn't been removed still hung on the walls, and many traces of people's lives could still be seen on the messy experimental table.

Although the people here didn't know where they had gone, a large number of supply boxes that hadn't had time to be taken away, as well as things similar to account books, were still piled in the corner.

Sir Dickbin walked up, took off the bayonet on his rifle to use as a crowbar, and pried open one of the sealed wooden boxes.

The lid of the wooden box flipped open; inside, it wasn't filled with ratman treasures, but neatly arranged alchemical reagent bottles, as well as some special shackles used to fix living bodies.

Although no specific family crest was engraved on these shackles, it was obvious that this was not ratman casting craftsmanship, nor was it dwarf.

They were tailor-made for humans of different sizes.

"This is impossible..."

Dickbin muttered to himself, searched around again, and finally found something that seemed to be an experimental log on the experimental table.

And when he opened the booklet, he found that what was recorded inside was not experimental data, but more akin to a kind of "cargo delivery note."

【... 342nd extraction. Raw material: Roland City slums, age 3-6, quantity 50. Soul purity: inferior. Shipment volume: one bottle of Holy Water stock solution. Note: Special urgent order from Lord Marius, used for tribute to the Wang Gong...】

Even though he had seen too many scenes of hell, Sir Dickbin was still shocked by the words that came into view.

His index finger trembled as he flipped the entire booklet to the end, as if he wanted to engrave every word he saw in his mind, never forgetting this bone-deep blood feud.

If he had still held any unrealistic fantasies about glory and loyalty before, then at this moment he only wanted to lead his brothers to rush into the Wang Gong and send that man-eating demon to the guillotine.

A soldier walked to his side and said in a difficult voice.

"Sir... what should we do?"

He actually tended more toward burning these shameful things.

Dickbin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then closed the "experimental log" in his hand and put it back on the dirty experimental table.

He opened his eyes and ordered.

"Let the brothers protect the scene, seal everything here, and hand it over to the people from the Royal Intelligence Agency when they arrive."

Watching his heavy-hearted superior, the soldier's Adam's apple moved, and he finally held back the words in his heart and raised his hand to give a military salute.

"Yes."

This was the only thing they, as mortals, could do for the time being.

Late at night.

Dickbin walked out of the cave that was like hell and returned to the camp of the Ryan Battalion.

A banquet celebrating the victory was being held in the camp, but he didn't have much heart to participate, so he returned to his tent alone and lit a candle.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and winter was about to set in.

He fetched a stool to sit down, and by the light flickering on the candlestick, he opened the diary he carried with him.

After pondering for a long time, Sir Dickbin put pen to paper.

The tip of the quill pen rustled on the dry paper, drawing a period to this war that had lasted for more than three months.

【After seeing the hell in the Court of Flesh and Blood, I finally understand that the suffering of the Ryan people is not because of the punishment of the gods, but precisely because they have placed all their hope in places outside themselves.】

【Not only is there no savior.】

【If people are still fantasizing about a redemption that does not exist, and forget their own dignity and pride as human beings, then they must endure the suffering that livestock endure.】

The night was deep, the cold autumn wind blew away the bloody smell in the valley, and the roaring bonfire drove away the cold in the night.

"Let's toast to victory!"

"Cheers! Hahaha!"

The sound of clinking glasses continued in the camp, the aroma of roasted meat permeated the air, and the mutton hanging over the charcoal fire sizzled with oil.

The dwarves beat empty wine barrels as war drums, the lizardmen danced grotesque but powerful sacrificial dances, and the human soldiers gathered in groups of three or five, holding their wine glasses high, loudly boasting about their bravery on the battlefield, and how they escaped death under the feet of the monster that was like a myth.

The relationship between the three races with completely different cultural customs had never been as harmonious as it was today, and everything seemed to have returned to the ancient First Epoch.

Edward took out his collection, which was wine produced from the Lei Ming County winery. And Ironbeard Jasta did not skimp either, taking out his treasured "Spring of Fierce Fire" and sharing it with the human officers.

At first Edward was curious about what the dwarf wine tasted like, but he regretted it after tasting a sip; the place where the wine liquid rolled felt like it was on fire.

Ai Sa Ke Jifeng really didn't have anything to show off, and in the end, under the Demon King's hint, he had the wind lizards transport a few carts of corn over.

The roasted golden-yellow corn added a unique fragrance to the camp, and the dwarf lords were amazed after tasting it.

Not because of the mellow taste, but because they saw the potential to brew this stuff into wine, and they all looked at Ai Sa Ke with envious eyes, asking about the price of this stuff, and whether it was convenient to sell some to them.

Ai Sa Ke didn't expect this group of dwarves to be interested in the lizardmen's staple food, and immediately stated that he would organize a caravan to transport the Gutav Kingdom's specialties to the Mountain Kingdom.

In fact, this caravan only needed to be formed in Lei Ming City. The Gutav Kingdom and the Campbell Principality had signed a trade agreement a long time ago, and had always been trading through the Deadwood Port of the Kelin Principality.

The resource-rich Gana Continent had many good things, far more than just corn, but also sugar cane, coffee, cocoa, and the black tea that the Campbell people liked most.

I think the dwarf brothers must also be able to find things they are interested in, and take out things that the Dragon God's people are interested in to exchange.

On a relatively quiet high slope at the edge of the camp, Luo Yan sat alone on a folding chair covered with a cashmere blanket, shaking a glass of mellow wine in his hand.

With a leisurely expression, he seemed to be enjoying the night view, but in fact, his gaze was focused on the attribute panel that only he could see.

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ID: Luo Yan

Race: Human

Soul Level: Grandmaster

Level: LV. 159 (+8)

Constitution: 304 (+13)

Strength: 252 (+13)

Agility: 260 (+14)

Intelligence: 2129 (+160)

Spirit: 2349 (+200)

】

The gains from killing the "Soul-Shatterer" Mo Ke were being settled; it wasn't just Princess Ailin, who landed the final blow, who shared the "experience points," but Luo Yan, as the main damage dealer, also shared quite a bit.

After all, that was a pseudo-god condensed by sacrificing thousands of ratmen, and the breadth of its soul could not be measured by the scale of ordinary transcendent beings.

As that behemoth fell, a massive amount of pure "soul substance" poured in like a breached flood, blending with his soul quality.

And during this process, Luo Yan's level also rushed from LV151 to LV159 in one breath, rising a full 8 levels!

Although there was still a distance to the bottleneck of the demigod tier, the resulting increase in attribute points had already caused his spirit and intelligence values to skyrocket by a large margin.

Not only that, his black flames had also become more solid than ever, and could easily transform into swords or daggers in his hands.

Sarah stood quietly behind the Demon King, with a gentle expression on her face, watching the Demon King playing with the black flames.

She was like a loyal shadow, always vigilant about the surroundings for her master, and never interfering with her master's thinking.

"Sarah, aren't you going to enjoy the banquet? I can stay by myself."

"No need, Demon King," Sarah nodded slightly and said softly, "For me, the tranquility at this moment is the greatest enjoyment."

At this moment, footsteps came from afar.

Sarah coughed lightly, and Luo Yan, who had already noticed the footsteps, also dissipated the black flames condensed in his palm at the same time.

"For victory, Prince Kelin! I hope I didn't rashly disturb your rest, in any case, I want to toast you!"

Sir Wei Sili, wearing a military uniform, walked over with a wine glass.

As the Marshal of the Campbell Principality, this soldier who was always serious and rigid on weekdays had a rare blush on his face at this moment.

It could be seen that he hadn't drunk so happily for a while.

Luo Yan stood up with a smile and raised his glass elegantly in response.

"You are too polite, Marshal."

"It is you who are too modest!" Sir Wei Sili looked at him with burning eyes, not sparing the gratitude in his voice. "If it weren't for your strategic planning and wholehearted help, relying only on us, I'm afraid we would still be stuck with the ratmen on Bone-Burial Shanfeng."

Whether it was those Dragonborn from the Gutav Kingdom, those war machines that opened his eyes, or Prince Kelin's magic itself... these all played a vital role in this war.

"You overpraise me, the real hero is in the center of the crowd." Luo Yan smiled modestly, his gaze cast toward the most lively center of the camp.

There, the bonfire soared into the sky.

Princess Ailin was surrounded in the middle by countless excited soldiers.

"Long live Princess Ailin Campbell!"

"Your Highness, you are the sharpest sword of Campbell! Please allow me to pay my respects to you!"

"May Saint Xisi bless you and your brother! And your Prince Kelin!"

The soldiers shouted her name, regarding her as the greatest contributor to killing the monster, and this harmonious scene was also what Edward was happy to see today.

People living in darkness need a hero more than ever. And compared to that "Flame King" of unknown origin, obviously his younger sister was a more suitable candidate.

Whether it was temperament or bravery.

Of course, the cheers surrounding Princess Ailin were not all the voices of the crowd.

Outside the noisy cheering, a few old soldiers who had drunk too much were sitting around the fire, gesturing excitedly.

"Did you see it? That burning black giant hand!"

"Nonsense! Who couldn't see such a big commotion? The whole sky turned black! And that flame burning on the clouds... it was just like the sun falling down!"

"He said his name is 'Flame King'! I heard from the bard in our battalion that it means 'Agent of the Gods'!"

"Saint Xisi above!"

"No wonder... that monster's regeneration ability was so terrifying, yet it was crushed into slag by his one hand!"

These discussions drifted in the camp with the wind, deeply imprinting the title "Flame King" in everyone's heart.

Taking it all in through the tentacles of spiritual power, a smile hooked at the corner of Luo Yan's mouth.

In fact, without looking at people's reactions, he also knew that his act of showing off during the day was very successful.

The fall of the "Soul-Shatterer" Mo Ke brought him far more than just the growth of experience points, but also caused his share of faith power to rise by a full percentage point.

Don't underestimate this one percentage point, that is the faith share of the whole world, equivalent to a Grandmaster-tier powerhouse!

Marshal Wei Sili pulled Kelin to chat enthusiastically for a few more sentences, trying to pull him into the banquet in every word.

Or to be more precise—

He was trying to pull him to someone's side.

Luo Yan could see his intentions; it was probably Edward who sent this guy again, but he didn't want to steal Princess Ailin's limelight for the time being.

"Sir Wei Sili, I appreciate your kindness, I will visit Princess Ailin and Prince Edward later. As for now, let us concentrate on enjoying this hard-won victory."

Sarah walked to Luo Yan's side and nodded slightly at Wei Sili.

"Sir, Prince Kelin needs to rest, please go back."

Seeing that Prince Kelin really had no intention of returning to the center of the banquet, the Marshal could only make an expression of regret.

"Alright, I was just suggesting... if I caused you any trouble, I am sorry."

"How could that be?" Luo Yan smiled slightly, raised his wine glass to toast with him again, "Let us toast to our principality."

The whispers in the distance passed through the crowd like the wind, and the titles of "Flame King" and "Son of God" drifted into Princess Ailin's ears again.

Standing in the crowd, she wore an impeccable smile, nodding and greeting the cheering soldiers around her frequently.

However, deep in the bottom of those eyes as clear as lake water, there was a trace of imperceptible worry.

She didn't care whose credit the victory during the day was, and it didn't matter who the limelight belonged to. In comparison, she wanted to figure out what was going on with that black sun that devoured all light, as well as the identity under the "Flame King" mask.

And, whether it had any relationship with "Luo Yan."

A strong sense of déjà vu always lingered in her mind.

Although reason told her that dear Prince Kelin was a gentle scholar and an elder brother who doted on his younger sister, and could never be that demon exuding terrifying aura, she always unconsciously overlapped the figures of the three people.

"Your Highness?"

A concerned voice interrupted Princess Ailin's thoughts, and Theresa came to her side at some point, looking at her with concern.

"Your complexion is not good, is it the previous battle..."

Noticing Theresa's expression, Princess Ailin was slightly startled, then coughed lightly, and a bright smile appeared on her face again.

"I'm fine, Theresa, please don't worry about me."

She didn't want the people around her to worry about her, and even less did she want to spoil everyone's fun at such a celebration banquet.

"But..."

Theresa stopped talking, still unable to hide the worry in her expression. As Princess Ailin's personal guard, she saw the reluctance behind that smile at a glance.

"I'm just... a little tired."

Princess Ailin shook her head gently, took a wine glass from the waiter beside her and drank it in one gulp, then looked at Theresa and smiled.

"Perhaps after a sleep, everything will be fine."

The night passed without a word, and nothing blushing or heart-pounding happened.

Princess Ailin spent the night tossing and turning alone, and a certain brave little vampire didn't get to taste the Demon King.

She never expected that the Demon King wouldn't get drunk. Facing the sanctions of the "mastermind behind the scenes," this immature night raid ended in complete failure.

However, it wasn't a complete failure.

The next day.

The first ray of morning sunlight pierced through the thick clouds and sprinkled on the Wan Ren Mountain Range covered with thin snow.

In the middle of last night, it suddenly started to snow in the sky.

That was the first snow of the year 1054 of the Os calendar, and perhaps it wouldn't be long before the entire mountain area would be covered by a vast expanse of white snow.

It's time to return in triumph with victory!

The Campbell Principality, which had saved tens of thousands of Holy Light people from the claws of the ratmen, would reach an unprecedented height of prestige on the northeast coast of the Whirlpool Sea.

But before that, there were many important things to decide.

Inside the large tent in the center of the camp, a meeting that would determine the future pattern of the entire eastern part of the Os Continent finally opened with the arrival of Prince Kelin.

In the center of the tent, a huge map replaced the sand table and was spread out on the command table.

A red line winding along the mountain peaks cut the entire mountain area into two halves, one half belonging to the Mountain Kingdom and one half to Campbell.

In view of the heroic performance of the human brothers in this war, the dwarves decided to make a decision that went against their ancestors—to share some of the peaks of the Wan Ren Mountain Range with them.

Lest the ratmen kill their way back once these humans leave.

Although the national strength of the Mountain Kingdom was not weak, population had always been a hard injury. Although they were not as delicate as elves, they still couldn't compare with the Holy Light people who gave birth to five or six children at every turn.

The land they wanted to take away was already the limit of what they could digest.

"Then it's settled."

Ironbeard Jasta, King of the Mountain Kingdom, patted his hand on the map, pointing his short, thick index finger at the red mark on the map, his tone pragmatic and straightforward.

"We dwarves are not interested in that green mountain land in the south; at most we can graze goats on it when it gets into our hands, so it's better to leave it to you to manage. We only want to take back the 'Ancient Mine' of our ancestors and the entrance to the underground world, that is the glory of the Jasta family, and also the glory of the dwarves... and the capital of the Carrion Clan, that used to be our court. This group of damn beasts actually carved our ancestor stone statue into a rat!"

Watching the angry Lord Ironbeard, Luo Yan's expression was a bit unable to hold back a smile.

Not because of the Geluo statue discovered by the coalition forces deep in the Court of Flesh and Blood, but because he thought of the Purple Crystal Dome of the Demon City.

That was also a dwarf thing.

It can only be said that the dwarves have indeed contributed too much to this world, and humans and demons have forgotten this group of cute little old men for too long.

That short, thick finger moved all the way south, stopping at the position of Hot Spring Shanfeng on the map, Ironbeard Jasta continued.

"Since Prince Kelin likes the hot springs here, let's take this Hot Spring Shanfeng as the boundary. The area below the peak and to the south belongs to your Campbell, and the deep underground mineral veins belong to the Mountain Kingdom. As for the trade rights on the surface, we will do it according to the old rules."

Grand Duke Edward looked at the map, the joy in his eyes hard to hide.

Although the dwarves took away the deep mineral veins of the Wan Ren Mountain Range, this did not mean that the Campbell Principality suffered a loss, because humans couldn't develop those areas anyway.

In comparison, the vast mountain area south of Hot Spring Shanfeng had already laid railways and connected to the railway line of Count Spinor's territory.

There were also many mineral products there, especially coal mines and iron mines. This land with an area of 150,000 square kilometers would add another fire to the industrial machine of the Campbell Principality!

With this, the territory of the Campbell Principality expanded from 380,000 square kilometers to 530,000 square kilometers in one fell swoop!

"His Majesty Jasta's generosity and fairness make me admire, the Campbell people will remember the friendship of the dwarves!"

Edward bowed slightly to Ironbeard, then turned to look at the scribe beside him and said.

"Record it. From today on, the Campbell Principality will establish the 'Distant Mountain Saint Saint Xingsheng' here, with the capital set in the fortress at the foot of Hot Spring Shanfeng, named 'Hot Spring Pass'."

This would be the first directly administered province in the history of the Campbell Principality, rather than a count territory under the enfeoffment system.

Edward intended to use this as a pilot.

If the Campbell administrative system was mature enough to afford the cost of the provincial system, then the South Creek Valley and North Creek Valley count territories would be further merged into the Creek Valley Saint Saint Xingsheng, further consolidating the victory of the winter coup in 1053.

Speaking of this, Edward glanced at Prince Kelin standing on the other side of the command table.

Thinking of the previous conversation between the two, he pondered that now was the most suitable time to announce this matter, so he added another sentence in front of King Ironbeard and Ai Sa Ke Jifeng's envoy.

"The future Hot Spring Pass will be an open and inclusive city. Whether it is humans, dwarves, or the Dragonborn friends of the Gutav Kingdom, everyone can engage in trade, production, and so on here, and even settle here."

"We intend to build Hot Spring Pass into a hub connecting the ground and underground worlds, this is the common idea of me and Prince Kelin!"

Ai Sa Ke Jifeng, who had been silent, heard that this was Prince Kelin's idea, and immediately saluted by stroking his chest.

"The Gutav Kingdom thanks the Grand Duke for his benevolence and wisdom. Our caravans and craftsmen have long been longing for exchanges with the human world."

Ironbeard's face also carried a bright smile.

Ever since the Twilight Saint Saint Xingsheng fell into the civil strife of the Green Forest Army, the dwarves had lost the port for trade with the human world, and could only do some small barter business with the imperial reinforcements stationed at Brass Pass.

If the Grand Duke of the Campbell Principality was willing to build a human city in the Wan Ren Mountain Range, he would of course welcome it with both hands.

Although the red wine of Lei Ming County couldn't catch up with the collection he put in the wine cellar, it also had a unique sweet and sour flavor when tasted.

The cake of territory and trade was divided, and the atmosphere in the tent was much more relaxed.

However, Luo Yan didn't let this relaxation last too long, because the things he was really interested in hadn't started to be discussed yet.

He gave Ai Sa Ke a subtle look.

Ai Sa Ke immediately understood, took out a stack of blood-stained documents from his leather bag, as well as a few residues exuding an ominous aura, and solemnly placed them in the center of the long table.

"Your Majesties, while celebrating victory, I think... we cannot ignore the evil discovered deep in that Court of Flesh and Blood."

These pieces of evidence did not all come from last night's search.

The most critical experimental logs and blueprints regarding "Holy Water" research were actually things Luo Yan extracted from Marius's space ring.

During the battle on the nameless peak before, he recovered Marius's personal items, which contained many interesting things, but he didn't throw them all out.

Now, it was time to throw out a part of them.

The people standing in front of the command table exchanged glances, while Edward picked up a blueprint with an uncertain expression.

Seeing the annotations on the blueprint that blasphemed the soul and faith, his face turned livid at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his fists clenched tighter and tighter.

He didn't want to repeat the detailed content of the annotations. He was only shocked that this group of guys was so shameless, treating people like sugar cane, completely squeezing out their flesh and blood, just to extract the stock solution of the soul.

Restraining the anger that was about to burst out, Edward took a deep breath, patted the blueprint on the table, and said in a hoarse voice.

"The Campbell family has been fighting against the demons of hell for generations... but I didn't expect that one day, the King behind us would turn into a demon."

"The Devalu family has indeed fallen, the Jasta family disdains them!"

Glancing at the documents on the table, Ironbeard Jasta didn't need to look closely to know what was written on them.

After all, long before this war began, they had already discovered a large number of imprisoned Ryan people in the rat holes.

Even the Carrion Clan moved the laboratory and breeding farm to the south to reduce their own trouble, which directly led to the Campbell Principality joining the war... standing from the dwarf's perspective, this was the case.

Ai Sa Ke Jifeng said in a low voice.

"The Gutav Kingdom also disdains these things that blaspheme the soul, they are not worthy of calling themselves the people of the Holy Light, the Dragon God will never accept those who have been with such shameful guys."

"Fortunately, the souls of our dwarves are smelly and hard, just like stones, that group of delicate human kings probably won't take a fancy to them."

Glancing at the lizardmen who sympathized with humans, Ironbeard touched his beard braided into a pigtail and made a joke that wasn't a joke.

However, soon, his tone changed.

"... But I must admit, if this kind of technology is perfected by those evil mages without any bottom line, one day we will also have to move into their breeding farms."

Ironbeard didn't finish his words, but everyone present understood what he meant.

If the soul can be mass-produced into resources, then no one is safe.

For example, humans cannot directly absorb the souls of ratmen, but they can raise worms in the Wan Ren Mountain Range and artificially create ratman God-Chosen.

He had no doubt that that group of mages without bottom line and awe would do such things, and they might have already done it.

"Therefore, the war is not over."

Luo Yan, who had been listening quietly, spoke at the right time. And everyone in the tent looked at this Imperial Prince, the master of the Kelin Principality, at the same time.

"Ancient covenants are always late and can no longer be applied to our world today. Just like now, victory has arrived as promised, but the mages hiding behind the scenes, as well as the mad king who is devouring his own people in Roland City... they are still peeping at us in the shadows."

"If we sit idly by and ignore the blasphemy before our eyes, then their karma will devour us who try to cover our eyes."

Kelin stood up, his gaze sweeping over every leader present.

"Therefore, I propose. We need to establish a closer and more concrete covenant to regulate the responsibilities and powers of our parties, identify our enemies, draw a clear line with evil, and be eternally vigilant against the threats lurking in the dark."

This proposal accurately hit everyone's pain point.

Edward needed powerful allies to deal with the collapsing Ryan Royal Family, as well as the feudal enemies that would follow in the future.

The dwarves were realizing that the Academy was the root of the chaos in the Wan Ren Mountain Range, and they needed new allies to balance the old relationships.

This was not just for economic interests, but more for the continuation of the ethnic group.

And the Gutav Kingdom—or rather the players behind Luo Yan—needed a legitimate identity to step onto the stage of the Os Continent openly.

"I agree."

Edward reached out his hand first, palm down.

"For our people."

"Count me in."

Ironbeard Jasta laughed heartily, and that large hand covered with calluses and scars pressed on the back of Edward's hand.

"For the common prosperity of the underground and ground worlds, for the endless ale!"

Ai Sa Ke Jifeng glanced at Kelin, and after getting the latter's approval, that sharp claw covered with dark green scales also covered it.

"For the balance of the world, for the old world not to fall into the hands of chaos!"

Finally, what was attached to those dark green scales was the Demon King's hand.

Four powerful hands were stacked together.

At the peak of the Wan Ren Mountain Range, the prototype of a "Holy Agreement" against evil mages and decaying royal power appeared.

The three Majesties and the envoy from the Gutav Kingdom did not write in the agreement that they would be enemies with the Academy or any specific kingdom.

Instead, they made a more solemn promise—

When the world is about to fall into the corrosion of chaos, the holy agreement will automatically be fulfilled, and they will take action without reservation against the common enemy!

Once they are identified as "chaos," whether the other party is a sage high above or a king with legal legitimacy, they will spare no cost to eradicate them completely.

Instead of waiting for the long-incapacitated Saint Xisi and the Emperor to take action.