Chapter 595: The Legendary Raiding in Suits?

By this time, the forces of the two great families had already split into three branches, establishing a firm foothold upon this continent.

In their eyes, this was naught but a war of swift devastation; that they had drawn up such detailed strategic plans was solely due to their desire for a flawless victory.

A victory that would scatter these natives like falling petals in the wind, sending them fleeing in sheer panic.

Rather than allowing them the chance to organize a counterattack and reap any sort of gain.

"Have the routes been scouted?" As the commander, Alistair directed this campaign in person; though the enemy was undeniably weak, he had nonetheless made thorough preparations.

"They have been charted." The guard stepped forward to present a rolled map, where bold red lines marked their path of advance, even delineating which factions lay along the route and the approximate level of their strength.

It was evident that the further one traveled from the Three Saint Sect toward the Heavenly Abyss Sea, the tier of power progressively diminished.

"These natives have absolutely no idea that in our eyes, they shine as conspicuously as beacons in the dark of night."

Meanwhile, beyond the northern gates of the Great Jin Kingdom on the other side.

As far as the eye could see across the vast, boundless expanse of the desert sands, there rested a multitude of diverse flying vessels of immense proportions.

By now, these spiritual vessels had undergone numerous refinements, beginning with the acquisition of craftsmanship techniques from the Gongshu family and continuing through exchanges with the cultivators of Lingzhou, rendering them incomparably superior to those of the past.

For the Western Polar Region, this hour had perhaps marked the twilight of its people.

The displaced denizens of the region were either captured as prisoners or forced to hide within the harsh climes of the Great Snow Mountain, biding their time for a chance to strike back.

Yet such efforts were visibly futile.

By this time, nearly every prison within the Western Polar Region had been requisitioned, yet it remained insufficient.

Vast throngs of Western Polar warriors were forced to strip off their armor; bound in heavy shackles and clad in tattered, filthy garments, they knelt upon the ice-covered square of Snow Peak City, the largest stronghold in the region.

Barefooted, with their cultivation sealed by the peculiar power coursing through their chains, their hands and feet had already turned a bruised, frozen blue.

Even for warriors bred in such unforgiving elements, stripped of their spiritual energy, the biting blizzard proved impossible to withstand.

Hovering in the heavens above, that wondrous and colossal stone palace cast a monumental shadow that swallowed nearly the entirety of Snow Peak City—standing, perhaps, as the most terrifying nightmare they had known in a thousand years.

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It was worth noting that the title Carl had previously declared, 'Taihui', was a translation rendered after learning the Lingzhou tongue through magic, carrying the connotation of sovereign authority.

Yet in the legends of this other continent, the full title belonged to the ancient divine tongue, which translated in common parlance to the Arbiter God of Radiant Glory, who governed the rising and setting of the twin suns and held the authority to judge the gods themselves.

Naturally, they would never utter the common translation, as it would be a desecration of their faith; hence, various versions existed across different languages.

As self-proclaimed noble members of the temple, they naturally took immense pride in maintaining their radiant and exalted visages.

Luther was particularly fastidious; it was said that before showing his face on any occasion, he would spend one to two hours grooming himself.

In the shadows outside the Dove Square of Canglan City, two figures draped in grayish-black cloaks stood hidden, clearly unaccustomed to the light of day: "Luther, the ambassador of the Radiant Divine Kingdom, a mere lapdog of the Arbitration Temple! Ha! He is nothing but a clown! A complete and utter buffoon! Seeing his posturing face in the magical projection makes me sick to my stomach!"

"Damn it, I would love nothing more than to smear a pile of hound dung right across his face and smash that mouth of his to pieces!"

Luther, however, would scarce care for such remarks; in his eyes, these critics were merely the lowest dregs of society, scurrying like rats and vermin through the filth of slums and sewers.

Yet, should such voices ever reach his ears, someone would undoubtedly suffer a terrible fate: "I recall someone once asking me if, beneath the divine radiance of the gods, there still existed wretched entities reeking of decay."

"I originally believed there was but one kind—those filthy creatures lurking in the dark... those whom even the gods cannot salvage..."

He paused momentarily. "Oh, I trust you know of whom I speak. They dress in soiled rags, exuding a sour stench as they weave through the foulest gutters. But now, I find these natives to be cut from the very same cloth."

At that moment, the magical projection displayed that exact minor principality located within the Morning Star Sea.

"Look at this pitifully humble realm, where even their strongest champion reaches a mere fifth tier... Ohoho, yet I still pray the divine light shines upon this land soon."

"Oh! What is that we see?!" Right then, through a fleeting glimpse offered by the magical projection, they beheld a dark, slender line surging forth majestically along the horizon, past the clouds far beyond the snow-capped peaks of the extreme north to the west of Lingzhou.

"These... these natives are actually delivering themselves unto our doorstep?!" Even within the grand hall where St. Heinz resided, amidst a gathering of the powerful, not a few faces betrayed expressions of astonishment and bewilderment.

"Haha... an assault? I had thought they intended to defend that sea to the death; at least by concentrating their forces, they might have struggled a moment longer."

"This temple is guarded in person by none other than the 'Thorns of the Earth,' supported by the six Sky-tier Knights of the Thorns Family and three Divine Speakers—all of whom are extraordinary ninth-tier powerhouses. And yet, they dare walk straight into our hands?"

"Prepare the Destruction-class Magic Cannons!" In the most splendid hall at the absolute center of the palace sat a man of deep, unfathomable gaze, attired in an ornate, carved robe of black embroidered with gold.

Before him stood nine individuals arranged in two rows, each exuding an aura so formidable it caused the heart to shudder; they were indeed the six Sky-tier Knights and three Divine Speakers of the Thorns Family.

"It is high time these ignorant natives tasted our wrath!"

Fairy Qingyun hailed from the secluded recluses of the Seven Saint Mountains, living a life as carefree as wild cranes, and was not adept at martial combat.

Yet, not all cultivators unskilled in battle were useless upon the field of war.

There were elixirs, magical treasures, supportive spells, and even—the art of divination.

Though she had grown rather idle lately, spending her days watching "The Legend of the White Snake," after witnessing Bai Suzhen constantly divine past lives and calculate the safety of Xiaoqing and others, her own mastery of this art had inexplicably deepened; with a mere flick of her fingers, she could discern a specific person's exact location, state, or even the distribution of personnel within a given region.

Thus, despite her recent laziness, she found herself assigned to the flagship today.

It felt immensely grand.

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"They have actually drawn close!" Luther's tone carried unmistakable disdain. "At this distance, we can bring our magic into focus and take a proper look at these wretched natives."

Across the square and within the grand hall of St. Heinz, the magical projections zoomed closer.

Soon, they clearly beheld that atop the prow of the central, elegant, and magnificent flying vessel stood nine individuals gazing out into the distant sky, including Gu Tingyun alongside the patriarchs and elders of the great clans.

Their garments were as white as pristine snow, and upon their hair—some pitch black, others frosted with grey—rested beaded crowns set upon sandalwood bases.

Their appearance, down to a single strand of hair, was utterly meticulous, as though they had bathed in incense and fasted for three days before venturing forth.

Their attire was uniform, splendid and majestic, precise and orderly, upright yet brimming with spiritual grace, bold yet perfectly dignified, looking for all the world as though they had stepped out from a mysterious, ancient land of poetry and painting.

Standing at the prow, the wild winds whipped their snow-white robes into a fierce flutter—resembling celestial immortals descending upon the mortal realm.

"Good heavens!"

"Wow...! Are these people truly natives?"

A chorus of startled gasps erupted instantly across Dove Square.

"Weren't they supposed to be uncivilized, wearing filthy clothes and lacking all decorum, just like those lowly wretches?" Xi covered her mouth, utterly astounded.

"Oh... by the Elven Gods!" Beside her, the young elven girl, Sera, was also dazed.

"I think..." At this very moment, what they witnessed was entirely different from the uncivilized, filthy, and lowly natives Luther had spoken of!

Owner Fang had just finished his lunch outside and happened to pass by Dove Square when he witnessed this scene.

"Pfft—!" He nearly face-planted straight into the ground.

"Ye Gucheng?! Ximen Chuixue?!" What the heck are you guys doing!!

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