Outside World City.
A deep, powerful voice shattered the deathly silence. "People of World City, listen up! Give up your resistance! You killed a hundred thousand Imperial soldiers—you are traitors to the Empire!"
"If you abandon the city and surrender now, the Christian Family is willing to guarantee that the Empire will pardon your crimes!"
Amplified by Qi force, the voice rolled through heaven and earth like thunder, making the soldiers atop the walls tense.
The speaker was a legendary warrior of the Christian Family. Clad in black armor and standing in midair, he stared sharply ahead, radiating an overbearing aura.
On the city wall, Dana looked at the distant figure and raised an eyebrow.
"Is this guy an idiot?" he muttered, his face full of disbelief. "He's actually spouting nonsense like that at our gates."
His words immediately eased the tense atmosphere.
The defending soldiers exchanged glances, amusement flashing through their eyes as their taut nerves relaxed.
At that moment, a cool yet steady voice rang out from the city wall. "My lords, World City's situation is far from ordinary. Please do not allow the conflict between us to deepen any further."
The voice belonged to Natiya.
She stood atop the towering gatehouse, her gaze firm and her tone restrained.
Though she faced dozens of third-tier powerhouses, she remained calm, without the slightest hint of panic.
Just as the Christian Family's legendary warrior was about to speak again, a rough laugh suddenly rang out. "Haha! Why waste words on them?"
The speaker was a barbarian legend covered in muscles, a massive axe slung across his back. His eyes burned with fervor, and killing intent filled the air.
"With so many of us here, what makes them think they can stop us? Just attack!"
"Do not underestimate them." Another Archmage