Angel (3)

Inside a secret chamber at the northwest corner of Byron Fortress, the Magic Teleportation Array flickered faintly as its glow gradually faded.

Heidni and his group appeared within the array. The moment they landed, everyone's expressions turned somewhat grim.

The air was permeated with the faint lingering traces of magic power. Clearly, this teleportation array was not activated often.

Without slowing, Heidni turned to Alvis and said coldly, "Find a way to locate another Holy Light Mage."

Alvis frowned slightly and said with some difficulty, "My lord, Holy Light Mages within the kingdom are involved in too many matters... If word gets out, it may draw the church's suspicion. As for elsewhere..."

He paused, then said in a low voice, "In the God-Demon Battlefield region, the Holy Light Mages we can mobilize have already been almost completely exhausted."

Heidni's face darkened, and he said nothing.

Ang, standing nearby and oblivious to the danger, cut in, "Commander, if we could invite a legendary powerhouse or an Archmage, that Tier 3 Foul Spirit would be nothing worth mentioning—"

Slap!

Before he could finish, Heidni erupted in rage and kicked Ang in the waist and ribs. Ang flew into the wall like a kite with its string cut, then slid to the ground with a pained cry.

His face turned pale as he endured the agony, yet he still forced out a fawning smile, not daring to show the slightest resentment.

"If I could invite a legendary powerhouse, would I still need to scheme around here?" Heidni snapped coldly. "Is your brain just decoration?"

"Yes, yes, I spoke out of turn." Ang hurriedly lowered his head in apology, his voice trembling.

The air seemed to freeze, and no one dared speak.

After a moment of silence, Heidni turned his gaze toward Walker and