The Low-tier Soul Intent Arcanist heard him and said bluntly, "We are envoys from the Qixing Army, preparing to head to your Royal Capital for negotiations."
"Negotiations?"
Lancaster's face was full of confusion. He had never received any news that envoys were coming for negotiations.
Therefore, there was only one answer: those heretics had decided this on a whim.
"My apologies. Until I receive orders from the Royal Capital, I will not let you pass."
The Low-tier Soul Intent Arcanist glanced at Lancaster without a word, then flew straight into the sky.
As early as half a month ago, the Third Corps had secretly sent a Low-tier Soul Intent Knight across the border to the Royal Capital of the Parambria Kingdom to submit their desire for negotiations to that king.
Now that so much time had passed, there was no way this fortress had not received orders.
In that case, there was only one answer: the other side had concealed them, intending to give them a show of force.
If it had been an ordinary special envoy, they might have waited a few days, asked the rear for instructions, or requested that some experts come over.
But now, the one leading the group was the Dawn Paladin of the Dawn Church, the future duke, lord Celeste. Faced with this Continental Legend, this group of cast-off pawns who had been pushed out could only pray for themselves.
After returning to the flagship of the Third Floating Fleet, the Low-tier Soul Intent Arcanist reported everything truthfully to Celeste, then withdrew to one side and awaited orders.
"Since they want to test us, I'll give them a chance."
As soon as he finished speaking, Celeste's figure flickered, and he instantly appeared before Tyrannus Fortress.
Seeing that the other side had switched people, Lancaster