Boom! Boom! Boom!
The thunder of cannons rang out beside the players' ears from time to time, becoming the accompaniment to the war.
After a brief discussion, the Prison Players swiftly split into several groups.
One group remained near the battlefield, searching through the drops for any information that might have been left behind.
Another group headed toward other areas outside the Gullad capital.
The remaining players went straight into the vast capital whose boundaries could not be seen.
The war was still ongoing, and their path was filled with danger.
But for a team of Prison Players, such threats were naturally not enough to hinder them.
The players who remained on the battlefield tried to disguise themselves and speak with some of the Gullad Empire Soldiers leading the troops. That approach did prove somewhat useful.
"What happened here?"
This Prison Player, who had sacrificed the Gullad's Hand flame, stopped a Law Offering Knight Commander and questioned him.
But the instant the commander saw him, he roared and lunged without hesitation.
"Traitor of the Empire!"
"I'll pierce your heart!"
"Wait!" The player immediately frowned.
Although he tried to communicate again, the Law Offering Knight Commander was utterly stubborn. Deep down, he had already branded the Empire's warlock faction as traitors.
Left with no choice, the player could only deal with him and seek out the other side on the battlefield—the Empire's Iron Mask Warlocks.
And finding Iron Mask Warlocks or even lower-ranking "Imperial officials" would not do either, because lives at that level of kindling were too heavily affected by the Extinguishing Moment. They were basically impossible to communicate with.
At the same time, a question arose in his mind.
That Law Offering Knight Commander had called him a traitor—
Could it be that the Gullad Empire's "warlocks," the Gullad's