A string of system notifications made Richard's pupils contract again.
A Unique Profession!
And such an overwhelmingly powerful combat profession!
Each of its three effects deserved to be called a Divine Skill.
The Divine Grace Aura in particular was practically made for war.
A mobile super-buff!
The unknown deity's generosity left Richard with no reason to hesitate. He turned and strode out of the office.
Five minutes later.
At the entrance to the Joint Command Center, a twelve-member squad of Templar Knights stood ready to depart.
They were the finest troops in the entire Western European War Zone. Each wore a Diamond-grade Set and carried a heavy shield and longsword, their expressions solemn.
Gregory stood at the head of the squad. He had changed into a brand-new suit of Epic Full Plate Armor and looked like a silver-clad god of war.
When Richard emerged from the Command Center, every eye turned to him.
They sensed that something about their commander had changed.
He still wore the same uniform, but he carried an authority and pressure they could not quite describe.
"Move out."
Richard offered no further explanation. With those two words, he led the way toward the city gate.
Gregory and the knights immediately followed, their footsteps falling in a crisp, powerful rhythm.
Many officers and players inside the Command Center saw them leave.
"Where's the commander going?"
"That's the way to the Scarlet Swamp... Has he lost his mind? He's taking so few people into the Forbidden Ground?"
"Could it be... he's decided to apologize to the Eastern Deity?"
"No way! Did you see Sir Gregory? Does he look like he's going to surrender?"
Speculation spread through the crowd, along with confusion and concern.
Half an hour later, at the edge of the Scarlet Swamp.
Thick, blood-red mist