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After a moment of silence, the envoy said, "I will report this matter to the king and the Supreme Council. Rode will be temporarily imprisoned in the Black Dungeon, and Greygrove will be further investigated, especially regarding the six sworn knights."

He looked around and said in a deep voice, "Remember, unity is our strength. Never turn your blade against your comrades."

With that, he turned and left.

The people on the judgment seat had different expressions, but no one spoke.

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And so, Rode returned to his prison cell.

But he felt neither discouraged nor worried. The cell was quiet, undisturbed, allowing him to focus on his studies.

During the past period, he had been too busy to study his dreams. It was all about intense battles every day. Although he gained a lot, he fell behind in understanding himself.

His fighting style was actually very single-minded: spirit spear, thunderstone, summoning, "soul strike," and the "Quintet of Spiritual Energy."

If the Quintet of Spiritual Energy couldn't kill, and he couldn't use the "soul strike," he would be completely powerless in battle, with very poor self-defense.

He needed to master a new fighting style.

Most importantly, the Quintet of Spiritual Energy was too weak. It was completely inadequate as a trump card.

If he had killed Greygrove with one shot, none of the subsequent troubles would have happened.

The best way to improve it was to strengthen "Righteous Execution" as soon as possible.

Currently, "Righteous Execution" had reached its final stage, requiring a complete soul to enhance it.

Rode had already invested all his souls into it, increasing its strength by 31.

This speed was too slow. Rode learned from the Book of Knowledge that "Righteous Execution" was a highly powerful star, and weak souls had very little effect on its enhancement. Stronger souls needed to be invested for better results.

Looking back now, not obtaining the souls of the high-level evil spirits and the mother worms in the Corpse Wasteland was his biggest loss.

Other weak souls, no matter how many he harvested, would not undergo a qualitative change. They could only fill the void and enhance spirituality.

He needed more complete and powerful souls.

Rode now understood clearly:

Soulless souls were his basic resources, humanity and spirituality were ordinary resources that could be obtained in large quantities.

Divinity was an advanced resource.

Complete souls were the core resources of greater importance, which could be degraded into other resources besides divinity.

However, most of the souls he obtained now seemed to be incomplete. According to the knowledge in the Book of Knowledge, this seemed to be due to the Soul Altar.

It seemed that he needed to quickly find more Dream Fragments.

Unfortunately, he didn't come across any on this trip.

Rode felt a little regretful. He didn't know if there was a more efficient way to obtain the fragments. It was definitely not feasible to rely solely on luck.

He turned and walked towards the Soul Altar.

There was only one lonely soul left on the altar, Greygrove's soul that he had just obtained.

Its main body was a bright yellow oval flame core with a long flame tail, mixed with grayish gas.

Rode shifted his gaze to it, and the text of the soul appeared in the flames.

[Siglai Greygrove's Soul]

Possessing a unique soul with diluted giant bloodline, it has two soul characteristics due to consuming the shell of an ancient god.

As a result, his soul became unstable, and the excruciating pain of tearing his soul tormented him, causing a drastic change in his personality. He found the true existence of the ancient god he had swallowed the shell of—the former ruler, and he fervently prayed for its descent to end his pain and fulfill his infinite desires.

After reading the text of his soul, Rode felt a sense of unease.

He remembered that Qingyu had told him that the Adventist Sect was a sect that aimed to summon the former ruler.

Was this a real god?

He had always thought that it was all made up by the Adventist cultists. The courses at the academy clearly told them not to pray to any existence, that all gods were false, and that there was no god of fire. Fire was the manifestation of the true existence that protected them in the material world, the embodiment of the source of the universe, not some kind of personified but ethereal thing.

Although Rode had reservations about this due to his own experiences, the gods worshipped by the Adventist cult, even the believers relied on other systems to obtain power. It seemed a bit unreliable, right?

But now, the dream directly told him that gods existed, and this soul had even consumed the shell of a god.

Will they come knocking on my door?

Rode felt a bit uncertain. He was tempted to sacrifice Greygrove's soul directly or burn it in the star.

But he was also reluctant because he had a better idea.

"Let's listen to the voice in his soul first. This guy is definitely a believer of the Adventist Sect. Maybe I can find some clues and directly prove his identity, which would save a lot of trouble."

Rode focused his mind and listened carefully.

The chaotic noise of the soul rushed over him, and the deepest rhythm came towards him.

"It's so dark. It feels like my senses have been deprived."

"Where am I?"

"What's going on?"

"Was my soul taken away?"

"How could that brat have this kind of ability?"

...

Rode was shocked and almost jumped off the Soul Altar.

This soul was alive?

The voices he heard were clearly a series of psychological activities, and definitely not something left before death.

Although Rode didn't know whether the souls he plundered were dead or alive, never before had a soul had its own consciousness like this one.

Was this guy an immortal as the legends said?

He was beaten into a skeleton and didn't die.

He was turned into a soul and still didn't die?

The only thing that made Rode somewhat relieved was that it seemed to have lost its ability to perceive the outside world.

Otherwise, he would have to sacrifice it. The secret of the dream must not be known by anything.

Rode listened for a while longer.This time, he heard the continuous complaints in his soul, complaining that the guardian Jon sent him to the Sword Pass, ruining his perfect plan, complaining that the Sword Pass scum persisted for so long, forcing him to show up in person to silence them, and at the same time cursing Rode with a poisonous curse, vowing to torture him with millions of cruel punishments once he recovered, making him regret being born.

It was indeed a psychological activity.

Rode thought.

This soul definitely has its own consciousness.

He tried to communicate with the soul, but failed. It seemed that the pure soul had no ability to interact with the outside world.

There must be a way.

Rode thought.

I'll go ask the Book of Knowledge, then I'll know.

Maybe I can extract more value from this guy.

Rode happily ran towards the cottage.

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Seventh Defense Zone.

After completing the new strategic deployment in the outskirts of the royal city, the pressure on the Light Fortress was finally relieved.

The Sword Pass was recaptured, and an elite combat cluster was stationed there.

The relocation team of the Wind City successfully arrived at the Iron Furnace City in the east, and places like the Rock Village and South Wind Town returned to normal. A new and more reasonable defense line was built in the western part of the Dead Mountain Range.

The Seventh Defense Zone finally stabilized.

Among them, the Twelfth Defense Zone located in the rear of the Seventh Defense Zone was of great help, but Jon was not grateful.

"...Taking this opportunity to gain achievements and showcase abilities. Hmph, Green Feather, you truly are the woman I have chosen. You have some skills, but not enough."

The greasy scent wafted around his cheeks, and his pale complexion made his prominent hooked nose particularly noticeable. The shallow black eyes seemed to be burning with phosphorescence.

This candidate for the longest-standing king put aside the summary report of the Seventh Defense Zone and picked up the news from the Court of Justice delivered by the trusted person from the royal city.

As soon as his gaze moved up, Jon seemed petrified.

He quickly read through it without missing a word, put down the report, closed his eyes, and leaned back on the long chair.

After a moment, he suddenly burst into laughter, startling his deputy Vilas who was working nearby.

"Lord Jon." Vilas said somewhat dissatisfied, "You should be more composed. This way, you will look more like the king of Thalorian."

"Sorry, Vilas."

Jon put away his smile, but his bright eyes still showed his current joy.

"Take a look at this intelligence."

Vilas had followed Jon for decades and had always been his right-hand man, but whenever there was a major event, Jon would consult with him.

He took the intelligence and quickly read through it. His handsome face immediately darkened. "This is bad. The situation is very unfavorable for us."

"No, no, no."

Jon said in a cheerful tone.

"The situation is very favorable for us."

Vilas looked at his brother and lord with confusion. "With Greygrove dead, not only has he lost his value, but the things he did in the past will also be exposed. Jon, I always thought you shouldn't get too close to people like him. Even if he is not a doomsday cultist, Green Feather will soon use his flaws to label him as one. We are in trouble!"

Jon's smile remained on his face.

"Vilas, that's your flaw. Your perspective is too narrow."

He pointed at the intelligence.

"Look at this. Look at how decisively and cleanly this kid acted. Without a doubt, this is Green Feather's strategy. She let this abandoned pawn go to his death, and then quickly severed his connection with her, killing one of our great generals without any damage. Then, she will attack us according to the method you mentioned, and it is very likely that she will become the new queen."

Vilas anxiously said, "So, are we going to fail?"

Jon laughed, "With such far-sighted planning, such cold and decisive actions, such brutality and ruthlessness, this is what a true king should be like. Even if I fail, Thalorian will rise. Our cause will be successful. Even if I kneel at her feet, so what?"

Vilas fell silent.

"But, the matter is far from over. To get my approval, this is far from enough."

Jon put away his smile and said coldly.

"Vilas, draft a letter to the Supreme Council, ensuring Rode's safety."

"And draft another letter to Rode, win him over."

Vilas had no doubts and immediately complied.

Jon went to the window and looked at the charging Light Cannon. The powerful spiritual energy fluctuations washed over his senses like the tide.

"The abandoned pawn who was just abandoned, how will he think in despair?"

"Hehe, Green Feather, being cold is not enough."

"A king must understand the hearts of the people."

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Twelfth Defense Zone.

Green Feather, who had been busy all day, returned to her castle.

Just as she was about to rest for a while, a noisy sound came from outside the door. A young guard rushed in and knelt down with a thud.

"Lady Green Feather! Please, I really love you. My life cannot be without you. Please make me one of your king husbands. I swear to only serve you in this lifetime!"

Green Feather looked slightly distressed and said, "But, Krigon, I already have one hundred and thirty-one king husbands reserved. The Disciplinary Committee warns me almost every day."

The young guard wailed, "Lady Green Feather, please! I beg you!"

Green Feather looked very distressed, but still said, "Fine..."

She only said one word before the guard was kicked out by the suddenly rushing White Wolf.

Green Feather looked at him somewhat embarrassedly, "Uncle Vermil, I'm sorry, I..."

The White Wolf raised a hand and said coldly, "Lady Green Feather, when will you learn to refuse such unreasonable requests?"

Green Feather's expression became distressed again, "But, it's not unreasonable. I am a guardian, a candidate for the king. Theoretically, there is no limit to the number of legal partners."

The White Wolf looked at her, "But in reality, there is a limit. You can't occupy so many resources."

"But if I refuse them, they will be very miserable."

The White Wolf sighed and suddenly realized something, "Why is there another one?"

"It's little Rode. He made a request to me, and I agreed."

Judging from White Wolf's expression, he didn't want to say anything more. He pulled out some intelligence from his bosom and handed it to Green Feather.

"Why did you incite him to kill Greygrove? Don't you know this will bring us a lot of trouble? I guess you wouldn't just discard him."

After reading the intelligence, Green Feather looked very surprised, "I didn't, I didn't say that!"

White Wolf looked at her as if he was getting to know this young guardian anew.

"He used the pendant you gave him to successfully murder Greygrove. You're not going to tell me that the mist pendant was stolen by him, or that he asked you to give it to him? That's an unreasonable request, you wouldn't agree."

Green Feather said in confusion, "I did give it to him. I hoped that when he encountered danger, he could use the mist pendant to escape. As long as he reached my defense zone, I could protect him. He said he understood at the time."

"Alright."

White Wolf let out a long sigh.

"There must be some misunderstanding in this, Lady Green Feather, what do you plan to do now?"

Green Feather had already put on the guardian robe she had just taken off, turned around and walked out the door. The fluttering robe brushed past White Wolf's cheek.

"Of course, I'm going to save him."

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The Royal City.

The Royal District.

The Royal Hall.

The King, Archbishop Horus, First Defender Joravis Dalin, First Elder Amado.

They were listening to the report from the special envoy to the four highest decision-makers.