Old Tattalia sighed and explained the reason behind it: "The belief power of the Human Federation is almost gone."
It turned out that the reason the Human Federation was able to develop the Familiar Tar system to fight against the monsters in the Blood Cultivation Realm was all thanks to the [Fire Seed] stolen from a lost world by the first chairman and his friends.
This [Fire Seed] gave the first chairman and his comrades the power to use Familiar Power.
But as more and more people used the power of the [Fire Seed], the side effects started to show.
The problem was that the [Fire Seed] began to change human genes. People no longer needed the power of the Fire Seed to beco Familiar Tars.
After that, the [Fire Seed] stopped giving power to humans. Instead, it started to take in human belief power and store it.
The first chairman was worried that the Fire Seed would keep taking belief power from humans and harm the human race. So he ordered the Fire Seed to be sealed.
But after the first chairman passed away, the Human Federation’s top fighters fell into a period of weakness. Monsters once again threatened the survival of humans.
When the second chairman took over, he reactivated the [Fire Seed] and found a way to use the belief power inside it to create Saint-stage warriors known as [Supernovas].
Thanks to this thod, many great [Supernovas] erged, helping the Human Federation survive in this chaotic world and defend against the monsters from the other world.
Of course, the second chairman didn’t let his guard down when it ca to the [Fire Seed].
To keep the balance of the [Fire Seed’s] ability to take in and release belief power, he invented the [Guardian of Order] suit.
Soldiers who wore this powerful suit could fight monsters with their bare bodies.
Unfortunately, this balance was broken again after the second chairman died. The [Fire Seed] started to refuse to take in belief power.
At first, the decrease in how much belief power the [Fire Seed] took was very slow and hardly noticed.
But decades ago, the [Fire Seed] completely stopped taking in belief power. That ant the number of Saint-stage warriors humans could create was now almost zero.
Only families like the Tattalias, who had followed the first chairman in battle, and the chairn themselves knew this secret.
Not even the head of the Military Committee or the judges of the Judgent Court knew about it.
So, these old noble families started to look greedily at the remaining belief power in the Human Federation.
After all, anyone who beca a Supernova could use this power. Why shouldn’t it be their family mbers who used it?
With this idea in mind, they pushed the current chairman to take all the remaining belief power for themselves.
But the chairman didn’t go along with them. Instead, he disappeared without a trace.
Luckily, the acting chairman happened to be the strongest mber of their group — the Morgan family.
So, Alex Morgan beca their leader, guiding them to take control of the belief power and create more [Supernovas].
At this point, Old Tattalia laughed bitterly. "But the irony is, after spending years trying, we never managed to create a single Supernova."
Logan’s eyes turned cold as he heard this. "You all deserve to go to hell."
This was where all the tragedies had started — from the greed of these old noble families.
But Old Tattalia couldn’t die yet. He was the key witness to expose the Morgan family.
With that thought, Logan no longer wanted to waste ti with the assassins. He waved his hand and opened a Familiar Space, releasing three Golden Ant Kings and hundreds of black ants.
"Grab the leader alive! Kill the rest!"
With the order, the three Golden Ant Kings each led a hundred black ants toward the assassins.
These Golden Ant Kings were all experienced commanders trained by Bell. Their tactics were excellent.
They hadn’t shown their true strength in small fights before, but now, in a full-scale battle, their skills quickly beca obvious.
The mbers of the Red Flower Guild were all veterans who had fought with Bell Major before.
It only took one look, and they already felt a strange sense of familiarity.
Especially the black ants were working with them in perfect teamwork, as if they were all soldiers from the sa unit.
Macon had just finished setting up a circle around them, but he was still missing a few people to complete the encirclent.
At that mont, a group of more than ten black ants rushed in without even needing to communicate, and they completely surrounded the assassins.
Seeing this, Macon looked over at the Golden Ant King nearby and said in shock: "What the hell? Are these ants even real? Do they have commanders like this in their familiars now?"
On the other side, Marcel and a group of officers were fighting the assassins head-on with firepower.
As Marcel’s team was getting overwheld, a group of black ants suddenly ca in from both sides and surrounded the assassins.
The assassins didn’t even have ti to react before they were caught from behind.
But the black ants didn’t attack right away. Instead, they simply surrounded them, forcing the assassins to split their fire to deal with the ants.
As a result, Marcel’s team turned the tide almost imdiately. Their powerful fire broke through the assassin’s position.
The black ant army did nothing but surround them and hold off a few long-range attacks.
But once the assassin position fell into chaos, the black ants quickly closed in and stord the area, wiping out every last assassin.
Seeing this, Marcel spit out the cigarette in his mouth in shock. "My god, who can tell how these guys even think?"
Beside him, Toren ca up with a dark face and said gruffly, "Don’t you think this kind of sneaky tactics look like soone we know?"
After the reminder, Marcel suddenly realized and looked shocked. "It’s Bell General! These black ants can’t be his, can they?"
Toren rolled his eyes. "Your imagination is too wild. After we clean up the battlefield, let’s go ask the dean."
Marcel nodded silently and started cleaning up the area.
But none of them noticed that this assassination had already been live-stread by two mbers of the Tattalia family.
In the live stream, a huge crowd gathered just to watch Logan in action.
What they saw, however, was a huge army of black ants — and that completely shocked the viewers.
"Are you kidding ? Even if Logan’s Familiar Space is purple rank, how could he have so many black ants?"
"Idiot, didn’t you see the three golden ant kings? Those black ants must be summoned. Oh! Logan is a "troop-creator" Familiar Tar! I like that!"
"You’re right. Logan’s tactical skills are amazing. I’m a PhD student at the Naval University, and I’ve noticed that his black ant army has super high tactical ability. They’re not worse than regular soldiers."
"Bro, don’t get too excited. I’m a retired officer this year, and I’m telling you — this kind of command and execution ability can only be done by the most elite forces in the Federation. This is top-level!"
"Thank goodness Logan was there. Otherwise, Bell General’s sister would have been killed. Those damn assassins, we need to find out who ordered this."
"Exactly. Bell Major held off the beast tide with condemned prisoners. I suggest we re-examine Bell Major’s escape case."
As the online crowd shifted their focus, a loud crash filled the Snow Dragon Parliant hall.
Alex stared at the screen, eyes burning with anger. "Fools! Idiots! Instead of blaming the Tattalia family, this only made Logan shine in front of the whole Federation!"
He then turned to Holt, his eyes cold. "Go give Logan a bravery dal."
Holt was stunned for a mont, confused. "Alex, sir, wouldn’t that just make Logan even more famous?"
Alex’s eyes flashed with rage. "You idiot! Everyone is praising Logan now. If we don’t praise him, won’t that tell everyone we’re hiding sothing?"
At that mont, Alex suddenly felt a headache. "Holt, give that stubborn, untrainable ghost princess to Logan."
At that mont, Alex suddenly felt a headache coming on. "Holt, send that stubborn, untrainable ghost princess to Logan."
Alex looked at Holt and made a "shhh" motion with his hand. "No one else in the council knows about this— not even the Tattalias. You know what to do, right?"
Holt grinned, showing his teeth. "Heh heh, Alex, sir, I get it. I’ll let Logan really feel what it’s like to have his soul eaten."
After saying that, Holt rubbed his hands together and left the parliant hall.
Alex watched his back and spat in disgust. "If you weren’t easier to control than old Tattalia, I wouldn’t have let go of the Tattalia family."
At that mont, Alex grabbed a bottle of red wine and took a big sip. "Talking to fools is really annoying."
anwhile, in the council hall of Saint Heart City.
The City Lord, Garen, coldly looked at the officials in the room, his voice full of icy anger. "I don’t care how deep the connections are. Anyone who causes trouble in Saint Heart City has to pay the price!"
First, two council mbers from the Federation were killed in the city. Then hundreds of assassins tried to kill Rebecca.
The city’s reputation had been seriously damaged by these attacks. Garen shouted, "Find the strongest mind control master. Enslave those assassins and find out who the real killer is!"
At that mont, an official who had just returned from Star Lake spoke up carefully. "City Lord, those assassins have already been enslaved by Logan. He said he’ll take care of this, and he wants you to do him a favor."
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