Not only that, at the sa ti a Ratn tribe nad the "Rotten Flesh" Clan, located deep within the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range, also entered everyone's field of vision.
Originally they only transported supplies to the Green Forest Army through tunnels, but as the regional situation heated up, they were no longer satisfied with providing food and weapons, and began sending ground troops and Assassins to support the Green Forest Army's war.
Just when everyone else was busy fanning the flas, only the Salvation Army beca a clear stream running against the tide.
On the castle's training ground, a group of militia were practicing Riding Skill under the command of the riding instructor.
The instructor in Light Armor roared at the top of his lungs as he chased after that ssy, disorderly line of Riders.
Before this, he had only ever instructed the young master's Riding Skill for the Lord; this was his first ti teaching so many people at once.
"Move faster! Don't dawdle!"
"Press your chests against the horse's back, don't let your horse see your fear—conquer it with courage! That is, if you don't want to be thrown off!"
Those undergoing training were the Salvation Army's new-style troops, officially called "Hand Cannon Cavalry," while Luo Yan preferred to call them "Grenade Riders."
As the na implied, they were Light Cavalry on the battlefield, mainly responsible for hefting Dwarf Hand Cannons, rushing to the enemy flank to fire a shot, then pulling back after one strike, and coming in for another round once they had reloaded.
If the enemy army hadn't collapsed by then, that is.
The Dwarf Hand Cannons shipped out from Beifeng City to Catastrophe Castle—one single exploding shell from them had a power at least equivalent to a Bronze Level Magic!
And the power of a hundred-strong cavalry unit firing in a single volley could easily reach the level of a silver or even Gold Level AOE Spell… if one insisted on making a cross-domain comparison between mortal Strength and Extraordinary Power.
Compared to epoch-making weapons like Revolver Machine Guns and Rocket Shells, Dwarf Hand Cannons were not only better suited to the terrain of Sparrow Wood Territory, but also better matched to the Salvation Army's current economic circumstances and their need to keep a low profile.
This was, after all, the Human World.
Luo Yan saw no need to risk leaking advanced technology too far ahead of ti and let the Imperial learn such weapons "too early"…
On the tower gallery of Sparrow Wood Castle, Luo Yan overlooked the training ground below the corridor, a look of approval on his face.
At that mont, light footsteps sounded behind him, and with them drifted a faint trace of lancholy.
"Are we… going to war again?"
Luo Yan turned around to see Carian walking toward him in a plain white long dress.
"Why do you think that?"
Seeing Mr. Colin looking at her, Carian blinked lightly and answered honestly.
"Your eyes told ."
"Oh?"
Luo Yan glanced, slightly surprised, at this ever-more-perceptive girl, then smiled and said,
"You're quite impressive then. For all I know, you might really have awakened the ability to communicate with the Divine."
Hearing Mr. Colin's praise, a bashful smile appeared on Carian's face—that was the heartfelt joy of an immature child receiving a complint from an elder.
Yet that joy did not last long, soon dissolving into a soft sigh.
"I'm very grateful for your recognition, but I'd rather it was just overthinking things."
The people of Sparrow Wood Territory had only just finally gained a stable life, and she no longer had to wear a mask that did not belong to her and run around everywhere; she could stay by her Lord God's side every day and listen to the legends he told.
Ever since she had been dragged out of her ho by the chains of fate, this was the happiest ti she had ever known.
There was no more hardship of wandering and displacent.
Only a sense of peace arising from the depths of the Soul.
She was soone who was easily satisfied, and her current life already satisfied her very much.
Seeing the sorrow hidden behind the gaze of this country girl, Luo Yan gave a faint smile and said,
"I understand. The fact you think this way proves you're a kind person… Most people, after receiving my favor, only want more."
A light blush rose on Carian's cheeks. With her smooth forehead lowered, she said softly,
"It's not that I've never wished to receive more from you… It's just that I often recall that cold, snowy night, and whenever I do, I feel that things are already quite good as they are."
"Yet what you see as 'quite good' may be an illusion." Luo Yan moved his gaze from Carian's face, looking toward the Forest beyond the castle and the vast sea of clouds stretching to the horizon.
"Though you've escaped the pursuers at your backs, this war has not ended. The boiling mountain fire still burns on, and as long as you live… they will never let you go."
The Holy Daughter spoke in a low voice.
"But… why? We just want to live our own lives in peace."
Luo Yan said casually,
"Because we are extinguishing the fire—but not everyone wishes to see this great blaze co to an end."
A mighty mountain fire had risen in the Forest, and every tree was trying to find out which tree had done wrong, while only the Salvation Army was trying to extinguish this wildfire.
This was, without doubt, what Chaos did not wish to see.
What it sought was neither victory nor defeat, but only for this fire to burn on without end; in this way its Strength could swell like a rolling snowball.
To that end, the whispers in the Void would tell those towering trees that it was the withered shrubs at their feet that had nurtured the sinful spark. Then it would tell those struggling plants beneath the great trees that it was the lush, towering trunks that drew down the lightning and caused this mountain fire.
In this way they would fight without end, each convinced that only by killing everyone but themselves could they bring this catastrophe to an end.
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