Zhang Beixing stood with his hands behind his back, surveying the generals, his eyes filled with confidence in victory. Richard and Alina exchanged a glance, their eyes brimming with excitement. The Master truly was a prodigious talent, with means beyond comprehension! With such a wise ruler, what else could be impossible?
"All soldiers, heed my command: gather your men and set out with me, traveling day and night to storm the Northern Holy See Headquarters!" Zhang Beixing's voice was as thunderous as it was loud, shaking every soul. "I will make those hypocrites understand what true justice looks like!" His words were powerful and resolute, as if the next moment, he would overcome all obstacles.
The generals responded in unison, their respect evident. To follow such an unparalleled hero, what regrets could there be in this life? For a moment, the camp was filled with a murderous aura, united as one. Everyone was sharpening their swords, preparing for the imminent holy war.
