Half a year later, in Blackwood Count's Territory in the northern borderlands of the Kingdom of Gallus, Count Blackwater, who governed the lives and deaths of more than two hundred thousand people in Blackwater Count's Territory, knelt at the feet of a blond young man. His body trembled uncontrollably, as though he would be completely purified the next moment.
"General Cyril, according to the rules, any force or individual in occupied territory that colludes with an Outer God must be completely erased, body and soul alike." Shana, standing behind Kyle, stared at the kneeling Count Blackwater, her tone brimming with killing intent.
Hearing this, a trace of helplessness flashed through Kyle's eyes.
Though that was indeed the rule, mindless slaughter would not move things forward. It could even provoke large-scale resistance and cause needless losses.
After several years of acquaintance, he had begun to suspect why Shana had been besieged by eight Soul Intent High-level clergy members of the God of Holy Light.
Her methods of handling matters were the root cause.
The native forces leaking information had been the direct cause.
Making a bold guess, perhaps the eight Soul Intent High-level clergy members of the Church of the God of Holy Light had not been the only ones involved in surrounding and killing Shana. Other Native Powerhouses might have taken part as well.
Although they had cleansed the Soul Intent rank professionals with thoughts of resistance after occupying this world, and the Soul Intent rank professionals who remained appeared extremely obedient to Roland Camp's rule, no one could guess how many lucky survivors had escaped disaster and were now hiding somewhere, waiting for the right opportunity.
"Count Blackwater."
"My lord, please give your orders." Count Blackwater suppressed the fear in his heart and replied respectfully in the Common Tongue.