"In the defense of Golden Sand City." Logan said calmly. "Now the Federation needs your power. Be my heroes."
Eleanor looked down at her hands. They were in a semi-transparent spiritual form.
She clenched her fist, feeling the energy flowing through her body. She looked up with a determined expression and said: "Although weak, I can fight. What do you need us to do?"
Logan pointed to the edge of the magic circle, where over a hundred spiritual forms were already taking shape. "This is the first group of heroes under the Spirit Palace. Three days from now, Shadow will launch a full attack. We need to hold Saint Heart City."
Marx and Eleanor exchanged a glance, then both saluted Logan. "Understood."
They turned and walked toward the forming spirits, starting to organize the hero units. Their movents were still a little awkward, but they already looked like commanders.
Logan watched this, his brow slightly furrowed.
General Sean noticed the change in his expression and asked: "Logan, is there sothing wrong?"
"The numbers don’t add up." Logan said seriously. "The soul fragnts we collected should include the souls of Generals Lol, Sean, Duerer, Solomon, and Xavier. But they are not on the list of the Spirit Palace’s revival."
General Claude stopped what he was doing and his face turned serious. "You an..."
"Shadow might have gotten there first." Logan said coldly. "If she really mastered the secret of shadows, she could have taken those soul fragnts and turned them into her puppets."
General Monet spread her wings, and light and dark energy swirled around her. "Five Federation generals. Even the lowest was at least a 22-star level. Novan was strengthened by Shadow to 30- star. If they were strengthened by her, what would that an..."
Logan cut in. "That would be a disaster. But we can’t stop now. The construction of the Ghost Palace must continue. This battle with ghosts can also give the Federation a better chance of winning."
After saying that, Logan turned his eyes to the other side, where a mass of monster souls were quickly being pulled into the Ghost Palace.
Unlike the Spirit Palace, which respected the power of souls, the Ghost Palace was very strong and rude. The first thing every ghost did when entering the Ghost Palace was to be fusion.
Heroes born in the Spirit Palace usually kept their fighting abilities from their past lives.
But ghosts born in the Ghost Palace were completely reshaped according to the wishes of the Ghost Palace Master.
Soon, a group of demons with two horns and goat-like feet stepped out of the Ghost Palace gates. They were the Hell Demon Army.
Among them, no leader was born, but they had absolute loyalty to Logan. Because their souls were fused and brainwashed, they didn’t need a commander. They were born with a shared awareness.
They turned around and each fell to their knees, bowing to Logan like worshippers. "Master!"
Seeing this, General Claude and General Sean both nodded in admiration.
At that mont, Natalia rushed into the underground space. She projected a docunt into the air and said: "Ergency report. The commanders of the seven cities have all publicly spoken out. They accuse you of controlling the dead and desecrating heroes. They demand the Federation imdiately remove you from your position as Inspection Principal. Otherwise, they will co to arrest you themselves."
Logan gave a cold laugh. "Co and arrest yourself? Then co on."
"There’s worse." Natalia pulled up another set of data. "Our monitoring network has detected that the number of Shadow Beings isn’t in the thousands — it’s over 100,000. The armies of the seven cities, the administrative system, even so civilian familiar tar groups, have all found people carrying Shadow Beings."
The underground space fell into a short silence.
General Claude stopped drawing runes. General Monet folded her wings. Even the heroes still forming slowed down their process.
Marx’s voice was full of shock. "100,000? That’s almost the strength of half a military region."
Logan stayed silent for a few seconds, then turned and walked toward the exit.
Natalia asked: "Where are you going?"
Logan didn’t turn back. "Call an ergency eting of the Federation. If they want to remove , let them say it to my face."
Then he stopped at the door, turned back to look at everyone in the underground space. "Three days from now, we won’t just be facing Shadow’s shadow army. We’ll also be fighting against 100,000 of our own people under Shadow’s control."
This battle would be even more brutal than the Shadow Rift battle. But we have no choice — we must win." With that, Logan opened the door and disappeared down the corridor.
Two mbers of the Supervisory Council were already waiting in the hallway.
As they saw Logan co out, they quickly followed behind him.
The man on the left quickly reported. "Principal, the eting is set up. Generals Darwin and Camilla from the Military Committee have confird they will attend. Council Holt from the Federation Senate will also be there. But the cabinet..."
Logan kept walking. "What about the cabinet?"
"The pri minister, Newson, was killed by you. Now the vice pri minister is in charge temporarily." The agent looked nervously at Logan’s expression. Seeing that Logan wasn’t angry, he continued: "He has clearly stated he won’t attend any eting you call. He’s also sent a secret ssage to the seven city commanders — the content is currently not available."
Logan asked: "What about the Judgent Tribunal?"
"The second judge, Diablo, says he will send a representative, but he himself won’t co."
"That’s expected." Logan said coldly. "Tell Natalia the eting starts in thirty minutes. It will be held in the top-floor eting room of the Supervisory Council. Those who can’t co will join via projection."
The agent nodded and hurried away to pass the ssage.
Logan walked alone to the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.
As the elevator doors closed, he leaned against the tal wall and finally allowed himself to show a little tiredness.
The pain in his chest beca clearer. Every heartbeat reminded him that ti was running out.
But Logan knew it wasn’t ti to rest. Three days from now, Shadow would launch a full attack, and the Federation was still fighting over power.
He had to make everyone at the eting face the truth.
When the elevator doors opened again, Logan had straightened his back once more.
32-star marks flashed steadily on his back, even though they were still a little unstable, they no longer shook easily.
At the end of the corridor, the eting room door slowly opened. Inside sat a few of the Federation’s remaining top leaders. Each had a different expression — so were worried, so doubtful, and others carried hidden hostility.
Logan walked in, scanned the room, and said: "Everyone, I know many of you want to remove , want to send to the tribunal. But before that, let’s talk about sothing more important first."
He raised his hand and called up a hologram — a live image of the Snow Dragon outside. "How do we protect this city, and stop Shadow’s attack, three days from now — when we face 100,000 Shadow Beings puppets and five Shadow-ford generals?"
The eting room was silent as the hologram showed 100,000 Shadow Beings puppets and the images of three city commanders. The air felt frozen.
Logan’s cold voice cut through the silence like steel: "Shadow’s final attack is only three days away. The commanders of the seven cities have all betrayed us. There is no turning back for the Federation. Arguing over whether to remove is aningless. If the city falls, none of you will even get a chance to judge ."
"Or are you saying you can find soone better to lead?" Logan swept his eyes over the people in the room. Everyone lowered their heads.
What a joke. At this point, Logan’s strength was the strongest in the entire Federation.
Sure, his Supervisory Council didn’t have many agents, but he had a lot of familiars.
If pushed too far, just one Ashen Dragon clan could drain away ten percent of the Federation’s military power.
For a mont, the room was completely silent.
Then, General Darwin slamd his fist on the table. "I’m with you! But the nuclear strike coordinates must be absolutely accurate."
General Camilla stayed silent for a few seconds, then nodded firmly. "The Snow Dragon’s defense forces will be under your command."
The voice of Judge Diablo on the remote projection was low and serious. "The Judgent Tribunal will follow your orders."
Logan turned off the hologram. His star marks suddenly shone brightly. "Then, after this eting, all of you must start deploying imdiately. Three days from now, at Saint Heart City — either we all return victorious, or..."
He didn’t finish the sentence, but everyone understood what he ant.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Dark clouds gathered over the Snow Dragon.
These were not natural clouds — they were energy anomalies caused by too much shadow energy.
Gray-black mist rolled in from the horizon, blocking the sunlight and casting the whole city into an early dusk.
On the city walls, the Federation army had already taken their positions.
Heavy artillery lines stretched along the walls, aid at the dark shapes approaching in the distance.
Familiar tars stood at their posts, each with a different type of familiar by their side — from huge war beasts to fast and agile assassin-type familiars — forming a complete defensive line.
Logan stood on the observation deck of the central city tower. His thirty-two star marks were darker than three days ago.
The continuous high-intensity work had slowed his recovery, but he had no ti to care.
Natalia stood beside him, holding a tactical tablet. She reported: "Principal, the enemy has entered the visible range.
The seven rebel forces have completed the encirclent. The total number of troops is confird to be over 150,000 — nearly double the expected number."
"Shadow Beings are spreading faster than we thought." Logan said seriously. "Shadow must have infected many more soldiers in the last three days."
The hologram expanded, showing the entire battlefield. Seven directions, seven black waves.
Each rebel force still carried the flag of its own city, but the flags were now polluted by shadow energy. The original Federation emblem had twisted into strange black patterns.
At the front was the remaining force of Ironspire City.
Their commander had already been killed by Logan, but the rest of the troops had beco even more crazed under the control of Shadow Beings. Their eyes flashed with black light, and their movents were as rigid and chanical as puppets.
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