God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World! Chapter 539: Troublesome Longsword Guild

The mont the train stopped, everyone felt a thick pressure in the air.

Groups from different forces had already gathered near the station area. So stood beside their vehicles. Others remained near their mounts, while a few simply watched everyone else with guarded eyes. The air was cool, but the gathering itself made the place feel tense.

ChaosCleric looked out the window and froze slightly. "Olympus is here."

Gabriel’s gaze shifted in the direction he was looking.

A group in clean armor stood near one of the wider platforms. Jack Arefield was there, calm as always, his posture relaxed but steady. Beside him stood Aria, quiet and composed, her gaze moving across the other forces without much interest.

But the person who drew the most attention was the man standing at the front.

Ares Dunhold.

The guild leader of Olympus.

He wore white and golden armor that made him stand out without needing to speak. His presence was heavy, and even the people around him kept their distance without thinking. He was not soone who usually appeared for missions personally, so his arrival imdiately changed the tone of the gathering.

ChaosCleric’s face tightened.

"Even Ares ca himself... this mission is more troubleso than I thought."

One of the ChaosKnight mbers nearby swallowed and spoke in a lower voice. "I thought Olympus would send Jack and Aria at most."

IceQueen’s expression remained calm, but her fingers tapped once against the window fra.

"If Ares is here, it ans Olympus considers this mission worth his presence. That alone makes things complicated."

Gabriel’s eyes moved past Olympus and settled on another group.

The Holy Church.

Several priests, knights, and holy class players stood together in organized lines. Among them were two figures dressed in high cardinal armor, their faces covered by helts, their armor marked with gold lines and holy symbols. Their presence was far above the ordinary mbers around them.

The mont so players noticed them, whispers began.

"Two High Cardinals..."

"Are they serious?"

"One high cardinal is already enough to suppress a region. Why send two?"

"This is the Buried God’s Tomb. Maybe even the Church doesn’t dare take chances."

"Those people are not normal priests. Their holy skills can wipe out undead, demons, curses, and corrupted beings in seconds."

A few others nodded quickly, clearly uneasy just being near them.

High Cardinals were not casual figures. They held high authority within the Holy Church, and their power was enough to make even large guilds cautious. Their healing, barriers, judgnt skills, and holy attacks made them dangerous in any group battle.

...to normal people, of course.

IceQueen stepped away from the window after seeing them.

"ChaosKnight still has ties to the Holy Church. I should greet them."

ChaosCleric quickly straightened. "Right."

IceQueen glanced at Gabriel. "You are not coming?"

"No," Gabriel replied calmly.

She looked at him for a mont longer, but did not press further.

Gabriel watched the Holy Church group from a distance. The disgust inside him was quiet but clear. If he walked closer, he felt like he might actually beco sick. Those people were his enemies, and he had clashed with them more than once. Standing beside them and acting polite was not sothing he had any interest in doing.

IceQueen left with ChaosCleric and a few mbers, while Gabriel stayed near the side with Vv, who had also chosen to remain.

The station grew noisier as more forces arrived from their trains and mounts. People observed each other carefully. So showed open confidence. Others hid their caution behind polite expressions.

Suddenly, a mocking laugh ca from the side.

"So these are the outsiders Tianlan invited?"

The voice was loud enough to draw attention.

A group of martial artists walked over from the gates of the city. Their robes were clean, their belts held blades, and their eyes carried clear pride. The man at the front had broad shoulders and a rough smile, but the way he looked at others made it obvious he did not think highly of them.

He swept his gaze over ChaosKnight, Olympus, and even so mbers of the Church before snorting.

"Looks like the Emperor really thinks we are useless now. Calling people from outside Tianlan to deal with sothing in our own land."

One of the martial artists behind him chuckled.

"Maybe they are afraid we will take all the rewards."

Another added, "Or maybe they want the outsiders to die first."

The atmosphere shifted imdiately. Several people frowned, but no one acted right away. This was Tianlan territory, and these martial artists held significant influence here.

Gabriel watched them calmly without saying a word.

Many Tianlan cultivators looked down on those who did not follow their path. To them, players, knights, mages, priests, and guild fighters were just weaker systems dressed in different forms. So were reasonable. Others believed martial cultivation was the only true path to strength.

This group clearly belonged to the latter.

ChaosCleric, who had just returned from greeting the Holy Church with IceQueen, clicked his tongue softly.

"Longsword Guild," he said, folding his arms. "Second strongest guild in Tianlan after Martial Palace. They are not weak, but they have always hated outsiders getting involved in Tianlan matters."

The Longsword leader overheard and looked over.

"At least one of you knows our na," he said, his smile widening. "Good. Then you should also know that this mission did not require outside help. Longsword and Martial Palace could have handled it ourselves."

IceQueen’s expression remained calm. "Yet the invitation reached us."

The man snorted. "That is the palace being cautious, not proof that you are needed."

The tension rose quickly.

Olympus watched without interfering. The Holy Church remained silent. So groups looked amused, while others seed ready to see if a fight would break out before the mission even began.

Gabriel stayed at the back, showing no interest in arguing with people whose pride was louder than their strength.

Eventually, the Longsword leader’s gaze landed on him. His eyes narrowed slightly when he saw the mask.

"And you?" he asked. "Another hidden expert?"

"And here I thought I could blend in," Gabriel thought.

The man’s smile faded slightly.

Before he could continue, a calm voice cut through the station.

"Enough."

The entire area fell quiet almost instantly.

A man walked in from the main Tianlan entrance with several Martial Palace mbers behind him. His robe was simple but clean, and his presence was steady enough that even the Longsword mbers straightened unconsciously.

Liang, the vice guild leader and successor of Martial Palace, had arrived. Beside him stood his partner, Evelyn.

Liang’s gaze swept across the gathered forces once before stopping on the Longsword leader.