"As for the Campbell people... I believe they are also a group of devout individuals. I will try to persuade them."
She believes.
Because her divine spirit once promised her that he would watch over.
Brennan was silent for a long ti, looking at Rayden.
"In any case, we need to strengthen the defense of Sparrow Wood Castle, so that if they suddenly turn their backs, we won't be caught off guard."
Rayden nodded.
"A wise decision."
He did not trust the Campbell people.
If those people truly cared about their neighbors, they should have co long ago...
...
The news of the slashing of "Shadow of the Jungle" Finnian quickly reached Sparrow Wood Territory, and it ca right after the news of the Campbell Duchy sending troops.
Upon hearing this news, Brennan was stunned for a long ti.
He rembered that guy was a Platinum Level powerhouse, adept at using bows and daggers, especially skilled in jungle combat.
If sufficient distance was created, even he might not be a match for that guy!
Unlike the astonishnt of the "Champion Warrior," Rayden was not surprised.
Based on his understanding of the Campbell Duchy, the Green Forest Army, with its rag-tag nature, was fundantally impossible to be a match for the Campbell Militia.
As for peak combat power, it was even less likely...
"... Light of Praise is the legend of the Campbell people and the greatest reliance of the Campbell family. That sword is not completely a sword; it can be a gun, an axe, or even a shield... As long as it is a weapon used by and recorded in the epics of the Campbell Dukes throughout history, it can be transford by the Light of Praise."
Castle's training ground.
Facing Brennan, who was seeking guidance, Rayden pondered for a mont and revealed his understanding of the Campbell family.
"Not only that, the trickiest part is the arrival of the 'Ancestor's Soul.' The inheritor of the Light of Praise can summon the souls of ancestors back to the mortal world to fight alongside them. This is why the enemies of Duke Campbell often face not one person but the ancestors of the Campbell family... The Demon Kings of Thunder County Maze throughout the ages were not opponents of the Campbell family."
Brennan's face turned sowhat grim and said with difficulty.
"But I heard the holder is just a little girl... Perhaps her personal strength isn't very strong."
Rayden scoffed.
"Did you forget what level you were a few years ago? What makes you think that only you can encounter adventures, and those favored by Saint Sis can't?"
Brennan fell silent.
Indeed—
Before joining the Green Forest Army, he was just a hunter, not even an adventurer.
He never deliberately honed his martial arts, rely fought to survive, battling against the Lord's soldiers, against other bandits...
And when he found himself surprisingly alive in the end, his strength had grown to a level that even he was astonished by.
There are twelve people like him in the Green Forest Army!
In other words, if soone like him can beco strong, there's no reason soone chosen by Saint Sis would grow slower...
...
The news from Rapids Pass was like a heavy cloud, weighing down on the newly brightened skies of Sparrow Wood Territory.
Just as the high ranks of the Salvation Army were weighed down by the Campbell people's intervention, hundreds of kiloters away at Griffin Cliff, a fierce battle was unfolding.
As the capital of the Griffin Cliff Count's Territory, Griffin Cliff Castle, with its formidable terrain and majestic walls, beca the western gate of Twilight City.
Yet at this mont, this solid fortress stood on the edge of a cliff, swaying under the Green Forest Army's tempestuous assault.
The ferocity of the war surpassed everyone's imagination.
The rebel army, like endless swarms of ants, used makeshift cloud ladders and their flesh to assault the towering walls repeatedly.
Arrows fell like rain, rolling stones like thunder, screams and the clash of tal wove a bloody symphony!
The castle, stained red with blood, resembled a lone boat in a vast ocean, as if it could be destroyed by the storm at any mont!
Yet amidst this fearful bloodshed and chaos, a figure stood unwavering like a towering mountain peak.
Standing on the damaged walls, Count Solde Wivert was like a blood-soaked war god, every swing of his longsword claid the lives of countless rebels.
"For the King! For glory!"
He roared, slashing and hacking, the boiling Dragon Divine's Qi entwined his sword, blocking the breaches in the castle like a swift wind!
His sword was like an insurmountable high wall!
With his Platinum Level formidable strength and battle-hardened Unrivaled Swordsmanship, since the battle began, he alone slashed over two thousand soldiers of the rebel army!
The corpses piled into hills beside him, his bravery greatly boosted the morale of the defending troops and intimidated the hearts of the enemy.
Count Solde Wivert thrust his longsword into a rebel's chest, kicked the corpse off the wall, wiped the blood from his face, and let out a wild, furious laugh.
"Haha, you rats! As long as I live, I'll never allow you treacherous scum to set your filthy feet half a step into Twilight City!"
Though the vast majority of Twilight Province nobles have abandoned their duties, not all nobles are corrupted by wine, won, and wealth.
The Wivert family has pledged loyalty to the King for generations and honed their martial arts for this purpose.
When other nobles indulge in social banquets and pleasures of the bed, only the Wivert family lives a life akin to ascetics!
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