Sui Xiong floated in the sky and watched the black smoke rising from the village beneath his feet. His expression reflected his unhappiness.

  “You should have told me earlier,” he said to Wenner.

  Instead of continuing on this subject, Wenner said something else, “I’m just wondering, how on earth do they intend to put an end to this?”

  “These are people who invite death wishes, how many of them will think of an end?” Sui Xiong sneered. Then he added, “Let me blast them into a ball of slag later, then we can use it to fertilize our fields!”

  “That’s not necessary,” Wenner said. Shaking his head, he said, “The rapid-mobility troop of the Republic of Northwest is not far from here.”

  Sui Xiong froze for a moment, closed his eyes and tried to feel them out, only to realize that it was just as what Wenner said. The rapid-mobility troop of the Republic of Northwest was approaching them at an alarming speed. They seemed to be rushing over at the speed of lightning. Although the distance between them was still very far, if they maintained such a speed, they would arrive by the next morning. Even if they rested for the night and set off again in the morning, they would be able to catch up with this cavalry of the aristocratic party by the next evening.

  Sui Xiong made a comparison with the map in his memory and then cross-referred to the aristocratic party’s rapid-mobility troop’s working style. Then finally, he decided to temporarily put aside the thought of dropping a thunderbolt on these people to blow them up into shreds and pieces.

  Human affairs were best resolved by the power of the human world. That would be most appropriate. It would be better for the mortal army to fight a tough battle to wipe out these villains than for him to punish them.

  If these villains died at the hands of the gods, it would only make people feel that they were indeed invincible, so the gods had to intervene to punish them. But if they were to die in the hands of the mortal army, people would feel that “they were, in fact, nothing more than this. It was not really impossible to deal with them.”

  Both ways would lead to the same death, but the effects were different.

  As for the issue on whether they could beat them or not—other than the original members, there were seven temporary additions to the rapid-mobility troop of the Republic of Northwest, and they were all Legendary Masters. The leader was Leon Igor, who was now vaguely known as the “top master among the mortals.”

  The ferocity of the aristocratic party’s rapid-mobility troop infuriated many of the masters under Sui Xiong’s command. Other than Leon, there was Gerald, Felix, Herman, Clito, Asner, as well as Nice. In addition, there was also Night Rain, who was originally leading the troop—he was a regular at the past few Fighter Championships. After he finally won himself a title, he wandered about for a few years before deciding to settle down in Void City. Not long ago, he pledged his belief to Sui Xiong. When this rapid-mobility troop was to be established, he declared that if it was in terms of worldly experience, there would only be a miserable few who could match up to his. The one who should command this troop had to be him.

  Eight Legendary Masters were gathered. Among them, there were two at the junior-legendary level (Nice and Night Rain), four at the mid-legendary level (Felix, Herman, Clito, Asner), one at the advanced-legendary level (Gerald) and one at the legendary peak (Leon). Such an imposing lineup, coupled with the elite troop, Sui Xiong could not think of any possibility for the enemy to stand a chance of winning.

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  So mortal affairs should still be handed over to the mortals to handle.

  They might have to mobilize eight Legendary Masters to wipe out this group of villains, and the news of this spreading out would probably be a blow to their ego. But ultimately, this was essentially different when compared to getting the gods to intervene.

  Sui Xiong thought about it this way as he slowly calmed down.

  Then, he could not help blaming Wenner.

  “If you had told me earlier, at least nobody in this village would have died,” he said.

  Wenner smiled but gave no explanation.

  As the God of War, he was never a good person. The death of a group of civilians meant nothing to him at all. Upon comparison, he was more concerned about the powerful effects that a rapid-mobility troop that had never existed before could bring about.

  Because of the destruction caused by the aristocratic party’s rapid-mobility troop, the logistics of the merchant party were indeed in great chaos. The supplies at the frontline were already starting to run short. And the merchants’ will to fight had suffered a blow. Many small and medium-sized merchants had begun to hesitate. They began persuading the great merchants to give up the struggle and bow their heads as they usually did.

  If it was not for the fact that the rapid-mobility troop of the Republic of Northwest was quickly catching up, this battle would have ended with the complete annihilation of the aristocratic party’s cavalry. In fact, he had intended to hide this from Sui Xiong for some time, while he took a good look at how things would develop.

  What a pity!

  He sighed in his heart. He even had regrets on not trying to disrupt the divination and delay the operation of the rapid-mobility troop of the Republic of Northwest in hunting down the troop of the aristocratic party.

  If that were the case, he should be able to see more developments in the situation!

  But on second thought, he felt that the current situation was quite alright.

  For many things, so long as there was a precedent, more people would come to learn from these examples in the future. Since the aristocratic party had started this, there was bound to be opportunities for such fast and ferocious harassment troops to play active roles in future large-scale wars.

  By contrast, it was not a bad outcome for the first harassment troop in history to be destroyed.

  To be destroyed in a siege by a group of Legendary Masters led by the top master of the mortals, such an outcome itself, was quite legendary. It was enough to make the future generations look up to them.

  Thinking of this, he felt relieved.

  At this moment, Sui Xiong suddenly frowned. In a somewhat surprised tone, he said, “The leader of those villains seemed a little strange.”

  The God of War looked over according to what Sui Xiong had pointed out, only to see Earl Hauss sitting wearily by the side of his carriage. He was very pale, and his body was trembling. He looked as though he was seriously ill or had severe internal injuries.

  That maidservant who was supposed to be by his side to take care of him had long disappeared. Her whereabouts were unknown.

  “He must have used some means of stimulating his potential in order to forcibly execute his power at the legendary level. It must have been an injury sustained since then, and that injury must have not gotten any better all this time,” Wenner said as he drew on his memory to recall what happened.

  This impression was, undoubtedly, wrong. Because this earl was not some “mortal who had stimulated his potential” at all. He was a Holy Spirit who had possessed a mortal’s body.

  It was just that the power of the Holy Spirit, though far less powerful than that of the gods, was essentially not much different. Since the other party had the intention of hiding, while Wenner had no intention of closing up to study about it, it was easy for the other party to trick Wenner about his past.

  Wenner was very strong, and that was without question. However, during this period, he had not been paying much attention to this cavalry of the aristocratic party. His focus was on the reaction of the various parties towards this troop instead. If it was not for the need to inform Sui Xiong about the situation, he would not even be bothered to personally observe this troop.

  Since he did not even turn up, he would certainly not be able to notice any outcome.

  But Sui Xiong was different. He was livid with rage as he checked the backgrounds of that group of villains, one after the other. Naturally, he found something strange about Earl Hauss.

  Sui Xiong had never seen the method of a Holy Spirit possessing a mortal body before, so he did not identify it at first glance. But it was clear to him that Earl Hauss’ condition was abnormal—the spiritual strength of this man was far beyond the level that a human could reach.

  As the Great Devil of the Distant Sea who used to devour souls for a living, Sui Xiong’s sensitivity towards souls was far beyond the level of the other gods.

  “There’s something wrong with this man’s soul,” he said. With a frown, he said, “It’s too strong to be normal!”

  Wenner was startled. Hurriedly, he took a close look. Then, his eyes narrowed.

  “I’ve seen such a situation before,” he said coldly. “That guy is not a mortal at all; he’s just a Holy Spirit possessing a mortal body!”