Night Raid

Inside the grand hall.

Listening to the discussions of his subordinates, veins faintly bulged on Roland's forehead.

"Shut up, all of you!"

With an angry roar, the clamor instantly subsided.

"Why should they?"

"Do you think this is some children's game?"

"This is a battle for the survival of two continents. This is a war of faith with no end until one side dies."

"Have you all become so stupid that you expect the enemy to grant you fairness?"

Roland's repeated questions filled everyone present with shame, and they all lowered their heads.

Still seething with anger, Roland did not stop his reprimand. His tone became even harsher.

"Remember this well. This battle concerns the survival of the entire kingdom. No matter who the enemy is, if anyone harbors thoughts of cowardice, do not blame me for disregarding past ties."

Everyone's hearts tightened, and they bowed in unison.

"We would not dare."

Roland's cold gaze swept across the hall. Only after it had passed over every person did he snort angrily.

"Reff, continue."

Facing Roland's towering rage, Reff became noticeably more cautious. He carefully chose his words before reporting in a grave tone.

"Your Majesty, according to intelligence gathered by the Supervision Department and various forces across the continent, the thirty million Orc army attacking us this time..."

"Besides the Faith Archbishop, Golden Behemoth Gromm Hellroar, there are also four Twilight Bishops."

Everyone who heard this could not help but suck in a breath.

Thirty million troops would have been one thing, but five God Kingdom level experts had come as well. They truly thought highly of the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom.

"There are nearly fifty archbishops and more than eight hundred high-ranking bishops."

The anger on Roland's face gradually faded, replaced by a growing heaviness.

Five God Kingdom level experts,