Xu Shuo spoke as if lost in thought, yet a meaningful smile curled up the corner of his mouth as his gaze turned eagerly toward the void.
Upon hearing this, Zuo Fang looked up, then the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
The enemy had played them.
And yet this guy was getting excited about it.
From the beginning of this game, it was the enemy who launched the attack, forcing the Pope of Light to go to the Royal Capital with the flimsy excuse of a coronation.
The conflict and disputes were initiated by them.
The timing and the fuse were also ignited by them.
Half of the initiative in this game had actually always been in the enemy's hands.
And Xu Shuo's initial decision to head to the Far North Mountain Range was to fight for that other half.
The Saint Vlaro Empire has stretched on for a thousand years.
Even the Holy See of Light has a history of a thousand years, but the power they wield could in no way match the true rulers of this continent.
