She struggled to speak calmly, "If only the 'Pitch Black Tidal Surge' were still around. If he were here, we would not be so passive, just the two of us indeed need leverage."
He coldly said, "Even his presence wouldn't change anything... In today's era, the Tempest Church is dood to be inferior without a mber at the Heavenly Enlightennt Level..."
The 'Lord of Tsunamis' closed his eyes, forced to admit this as a fact, then opened them again and stared at 'Crazy Thunder' as he spoke:
"Among the three of us, only you have the chance to advance further. But once you achieve Heavenly Enlightennt, you can only leave the East of the continent. Then, we could find an opportunity to lure the mbers of the Fischer family out of the East, and you could then eliminate them all!"
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Cyart, Ahornblatt Province.
The Rhea army swept through several towns in Ahornblatt Province like autumn wind sweeping leaves, killing many resistors, destroying most of the transportation hubs, and then occupying the most important city in Ahornblatt Province, quickly repairing the barrier.
Today's 'Blood Flas King' Flam yer was here.
He stood on the city walls, overlooking the desolate landscape of Cyart's Ahornblatt Province.
The 'Blood Flas King' Flam had an imposing stature, seemingly born with the aura of a high-level monarch.
The fiery red hair was elegantly tied up, with a few strands gently falling in front of his forehead. His facial features were distinct, and his eyes deep and sharp.
His skin, seasoned by the battles, showed more resilience, each scar a testant to his bravery.
The 'Blood Flas King' Flam wore a regal yet solemn royal robe, its golden embroidery glimring in the sunlight, like the flas burning within his heart. A gemstone-studded long sword hung at his waist, the blade emitting a cold gleam.
"Finally, I've arrived in Cyart... Over the years, I've been contemplating whether this mont would co... It really has."
Flam yer was well aware that Ahornblatt Province was the most barren land in Cyart and had comparatively little value.
There were more fertile lands in Cyart, a larger population, more industrial resources, and more extraordinary materials.
"If I could obtain these things, Rhea would beco unprecedentedly powerful."
His eyebrows raised, he couldn't help but calculate internally.
"After the division of Cyart among three countries, Rhea is closest to Cyart and thus has more options to choose from, while the other two countries get only enclaves. They would need to go through the White Sea or Rhea to transport various things, and from taxation alone, we could make a fortune."
"..."
Flam yer closed his eyes, slowly recalling the mbers of the yer family who died at the hands of the Fischers, clenching his fists.
His chest filled with seething hatred!
Indeed, how could he forget his hatred? But he did not want to delay the survival of Rhea for personal vendettas!
"Everything is for the future of Rhea..."
He opened his eyes once more.
"Even personal enmity must be put aside for now, but the Fischer family holds components of single-digit Forbidden rare artifacts, I must obtain them... The yer family will ultimately achieve its revenge!"
Flam closed his eyes, muttering to himself, and finally took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm.
"Don't rush, wait for them to fall into the trap... If the Fischer family attacks here, it will definitely be walking into a net."
"In fact, the strongest forces are waiting for them here!"
"However, the Fischer family is closest to the weakest Vallere citizens, they might attack the Vallere first."
Thinking this, he smiled.
"If the Fischer family wins, that would also be good, it could greatly weaken Vallere."
In fact, when the plan to split into three fronts was initially ford, Flam had harbored a thought.
That was to use the Cyart people to weaken the force of the other two nations. After capturing the weakest Ahornblatt Province in Cyart, they could conserve their strength, hold their position, and end up as the ultimate victors.
Whether the Cyart people could consecutively defeat the Vallere citizens and Carnia citizens?
That was essentially impossible.
Flam muttered to himself, "Even if that unlikely scenario actually happened, the Cyart people would essentially be almost wiped out, and we could easily defeat them afterward."
However, just then, a red hawk with flas fluttering around its body flew across the sky.
It was extrely fast, with a sharp gaze, a magic beast kept by the yer family for generations, and it quickly flew into Flam's hands, making a cooing sound from its throat.
Flam's expression soon changed completely.
"How is that possible?"
His voice trembled slightly.
"The Vallere citizens and the Carnians really suffered consecutive defeats, with heavy losses, and their kings just vanished into thin air, disappeared without a trace?"
At this mont, Flam was as if placed within a fog, his eyes flashing with complex and contradictory light.
His eyebrows furrowed deeply, forming a profound gulf, revealing the unease and doubts within his heart; his lips quivered slightly, seemingly wanting to say sothing but stamring due to his chaotic thoughts.
Although he had still been contemplating the plans for after the Cyart people's consecutive victories over Vallere and Carnia, once it actually happened, Flam's inner self was filled with unease and uncertainty.
Because he could not understand.
How did the Cyart people manage to do that?
Their strength was at most comparable to the Vallere citizens, and even the Vallere army had the high-level Monarch "The Destroyer" at its helm...
"Should we, Rhea, continue to stay here...?"
What to do next?
Flam sank into deep thought, knowing without a doubt that the Cyart people's next target would be them.
His hands unconsciously clenched into fists and then relaxed again, repeatedly revealing his internal struggle and uncertainty.
Flam's steps on the city wall beca chaotic, occasionally stopping and then continuing to move forward, as if every step he took was on the verge of the unknown.
"Maybe we should ask for the Salvation Church's opinion..."
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Nasir City.
In the solemn and spacious Grand Hall of the family, the light was soft yet dignified, each one silently witnessing a historic mont.
Christine's wheelchair was at one end of the long table, her expression solemn and resolute, her eyes sweeping over each mber of the Fischer family present like torches.
"mbers of the Fischer family, children protected by the Great Lord of the Lost."
Her voice was full of power, echoing through every corner of the hall.
"Just as many books have written, we now stand at a turning point in history, a decisive battle concerning our family's honor and the future of the Cyart people, is about to unfold."
The atmosphere in the entire hall instantly beca serious, family mbers who had been whispering softly to each other fell silent, all eyes focused on Christine, waiting for her next words.
"I am well aware that the path ahead is littered with thorns, challenges, and hardships, but it is precisely these that forge the resilience and indomitability of the Fischer family; every mber of the Fischer family is connected by blood, comrades in both advance and retreat."
"For the Great Lord of the Lost, for the honor of the Fischer family, for the future of the Cyart people, we must fearlessly continue to march forward!"
Her words were passionate and stirring, each word striking like a heavy hamr on everyone's hearts.
Christine's voice was full of power and determination, like an invisible fla that instantly ignited the fighting spirit and passion in everyone's hearts.
The mbers of the Fischer family looked at each other, their eyes flashing with an unprecedented determination.
"Eliminate our archenemy! Rhea!"
She continued, "For the Great Lord of the Lost!"
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